Chapter 45: Save the Mother

"He's not going to die!"

Chunnuan had been extremely worried before she saw him, but upon inspection, she found the wounds were only superficial. Fortunately, although the bamboo branch had pierced near his ear, it missed any vital organs. Blood covered his head and face, and coupled with the fact that he was drenched to the skin by the rain, he looked truly terrifying.

"Then why won't my mother wake up when I call her?"

Chunnuan checked her pulse; it was normal, with no signs of mortal danger.

"Did she walk back by herself?"

"Yes, my mother covered—"

Somewhere, a figure suddenly tumbled out of a spatial rift. It was Xin Wuchen, who had removed his Divine-Hiding Robe for fear that it would be shredded and ruined by the spatial turbulence. Thus, the moment he crushed the teleportation talisman, he had already taken the robe off.

Chen Chuan had no idea who Zhuang Zhilin was, nor why he was being asked about him. He simply stood there, waiting for Zhang Lei to speak.

Looking at the autopsy report sent by Si An on her phone, Ah Li saw it stated that Tongtong had died from excessive blood loss after having both legs amputated. Yet, there was no sign that Tongtong had been drugged before death, nor were any fingerprints or other traces from a third party detected.

"Sigh, the Exquisite Pagoda, is it really that miraculous? Creating a realm of its own—it truly makes me look forward to witnessing it," Gong Yichen muttered to himself, just as his phone rang once again.

With the order given, the veteran navy's warships unequipped with steel-armed crossbows immediately retreated while continuing to bombard the enemy fleet.

Instantly, Xia Xuan extended his large pincer, upon which faint electric arcs could be seen flickering.

Xia Xuan wondered what changes would occur once he acquired the attributes of the Water Scale.

"You want an explanation? You want an explanation for the deceased Chen Fan?" Qiao Weiyang's expression turned ugly. She had no idea that this useless Chen Fan could have such a friend, and she could already tell this person was extraordinary.

Hiring a resident physiognomist not only meant knowing nothing about their character, but their competence was also a major issue, which could easily ruin the reputation of Yifeng Hall.

I looked around Li Dong's house and found no particularly heavy Yin energy; I didn't even see a single ghost. But when I looked at Master Wang, he was different. Dark threads were condensed heavily between his brows, clearly the sign of an impending disaster.

Phoenix stood on ceremony; chanting an incantation, she unleashed several black fireballs to attack Lin Fang.

"Therefore, I don't want you to steal the divine artifact... Let the future change on its own!" Lin Fang gazed at Phoenix and said with a smile.

Xu Bin's failure to appear was the strongest corroboration of the news on the forum. Regardless of whether they were lying or had any evidence, at least once public opinion turned its attention to the matter, the official authorities of China had not produced forceful evidence to refute the accuracy of the report.

"Is this Mr. Thunder? I am Ichiro Matsushita. Perhaps Mr. Thunder does not know me; I am a jewelry merchant. I wonder if Mr. Thunder would do me the honor of attending my jewelry banquet? The location is the Boya Hotel in the city center, and Mr. Kotobuki will also be there. Might Mr. Thunder have some free time?" A humble voice came from over the phone.

Chartering a car and taking the highway as much as possible allowed Puyang to arrive before dusk at the city where Mount Qishan was located. He chose to stay at the same hotel he had used last time. The city was not large, and the options for luxury hotels were quite limited.

Amidst splashing blood, the man's figure shifted direction once again, changing from a lateral slide to a retreat. He backed all the way out of the woods, looking with a complex expression deep into the forest, the elegance in his eyes entirely replaced by astonishment and fury.

Below was a flood of vomiting emojis, setting a rhythm of tens of thousands of retches, and the count was still rising.

Behind the tree should have been rugged mountain paths and various trees, but when we skirted around to the right side of the tree, I almost cried out. There was nothing behind the tree except a cliff face covered in creeping vines.