Volume One, Chapter 55: You All Deserve to Die
Xie Qiqi was conflicted.
Given what Xie Wenzhi had done to her, she had no desire to concern herself with his affairs.
Yet, thinking of Xie Wenzhi’s grand ambitions, she couldn’t bear to be indifferent.
Though the borderlands were currently at peace, several hostile nations still cast covetous eyes on the Eastern Yue Kingdom.
When Grandma Jiang taught her history, she once said, “Under a collapsing nest, no egg remains unbroken.”
Xu Amu shuddered, his eyes locking onto Zhang Jue before scanning the surroundings. Realizing he was on the surface, he finally exhaled in relief.
Sun Xiang’s neighbors were unfamiliar with Sun Xiang’s wife. Her household registration was under Sun Xiang’s name, and due to technical reasons, tracing her original family residence was not an easy task.
Hearing this, Ren Yanuo was stunned. Could it be an assassin? Who would have sent them? Surely not Bifang? But on second thought, that seemed unlikely. If that were true, then Bifang’s actions were alarmingly swift.
At that moment, I had a strong premonition that the sniper, firing from an unknown location, might be the same mysterious marksman we encountered at the old Taoist’s residence.
After asking for the addresses of Taweisiya and Maimaiti, we visited their homes one by one. By chance, both lived on the village’s outskirts, aside from the village chief’s old residence. Their houses were the closest to the desert—Xitao Xieba.
Tie Lu speculated that the old man had been dragged here while semi-conscious. The assailant then committed the murder and left alone.
“Boss! Two skewers of these, please!” Mo Xi pulled out some change from her bag and handed it to the shop owner, who passed over two skewers. She gave one of them to Mu Yize.
When he came out of the bathroom, Song Yuqiao was still lying in the same position. He even wondered if she had blinked once.
Meanwhile, Guiche pulled Bai Xiyue into the carriage, lifted the window, and gazed once more at the village shrouded in mist. Describing it as “reborn from the ashes” was nothing less than fitting. Life was about to turn for the better.
Faced with so many adverse conditions, Wei Dong fell silent. Night was approaching, and after today, only three days remained until the competition’s end. Time was simply insufficient for the Qinglong Academy.
Qi Linger lingered outside the tavern’s main door, hoping to glean more useful information. Unfortunately, the chubby man had drunk himself into a stupor, his head down on the table, ending their conversation abruptly.
“No,” the middle-aged proprietor replied calmly, without a hint of enthusiasm. Instead, he seemed to observe Lu Shu with detached eyes.
“No trouble needed; we have plenty of guest rooms at home, so you won’t have to shuttle back and forth. Rest assured, I’ll make sure he wakes up early tomorrow and doesn’t miss work!” Cong Huifang smiled warmly, her tone exceedingly pleasant. Since the other party was Chen Heng’s son, she naturally wanted to leave a good impression.
Faced with such a domineering decision, Xiang Gang could only smile wryly. Both knew well Mu Linger’s temperament; unless she changed her mind, nothing could stop her. Even if unwilling, they could only acquiesce.
Those newly joined naturally noticed the extraordinary quality of this piece of demon beast meat. However, some had never encountered a ninth-level demon beast before, so they dared not be certain. Yet in their hearts, they wondered—was this meat truly meant for them? Even if it was, it surely wouldn’t be enough.
She asked me to accompany them for mahjong, then left. We continued playing. I wasn’t very skilled but wasn’t entirely ignorant either. I was a bit slow to think, so Second Aunt came over to guide me.
He Jinguang and Zhao Guan also nodded. Unlike Qing Shenyu’s thoughts, the two were purely grateful. Without Xiang Gang, they would hardly have come this far. What was death in comparison? Moreover, even if the divine sect intervened to suppress them, it wouldn’t be to kill them outright.