Chapter 131: Crafting Deception Through Murder

“Help! Murder!”

Before the maid’s cry had fully escaped her lips, the tightly shut wooden door of the residence was suddenly battered open from the outside with a loud bang.

Immediately, a group of about a dozen constables clad in black uniforms, each holding a torch, surged inside.

Bai Xian hesitated briefly between fleeing and staying, then chose to remain where she was.

For one, she had yet to master the art of moving without leaving a trace in the snow; along the way from the inn to the residence, she had left many footprints.

As long as the officers weren’t fools,

At that moment, Cui Cheng and Fu Yueze, having received the news from Xi Mumu, hurried over to see.

In truth, the red alert firearms required no maintenance; he was merely going through the motions to buy time until the bullets refreshed.

As the sudden pain gradually subsided, Lu Yan grasped Qiao An’s hand, layer by layer, finally voicing all the doubts buried deep within his heart—especially when Qiao An suddenly proposed trying to be together with him.

After estimation, the materials were worth about thirty million in total, and the tax alone would be ten percent.

Perhaps one day, they would be devoured by zombies while collecting supplies, or stealthily killed by Smith and his men, their bodies discarded outside without a trace.

But she could not allow it. She swore that once she mastered that new Type B spiritual artifact, she would kill that bastard surnamed Xue utterly.

From the listening numbers to recent broadcasts, it was clear that more and more people had lost access to power.

“It’s nothing—It’s here!” Chen Chen’s eyes never wavered from the colossal glowing sword suspended in the sky, which finally emerged fully from the void and plunged straight downward.

Whether this girl was obsessed with wealth or not, he could not say. But the light flickering in her eyes clearly told him that if he hadn’t raised the price, she would never have revealed even a single word of this information.

“Bang!” The twin swords of the Shura True Sovereign clashed against the blade of Buddhist Dharma, but he was shaken back by the impact. Nevertheless, he immediately turned back to hold onto the Medicine King Heavenly Venerable; otherwise, Bai Niu’s life would be in grave danger.

“Let’s go!” Pipa and I leapt down from the sky. The Dragon of Cangdu roared, transforming into a ten-thousand-faced demon dragon. Pipa and Zhu Long stood atop Cangdu, while Li Feng became the Sparrow King, and together we headed toward Sunset Plaza.

After successfully dispatching five demons, the transport vehicle came to a halt. “I am a soldier of the Heroic Army. The danger has now passed. You may drive the transport vehicle on,” Qing Ming said. “Yes,” the soldier replied, his face alight with the joy of survival.

Everyone inside the room was a martial arts expert, whether newly emerged or long-renowned, all figures not to be underestimated in the martial world. Most of them did not believe in ghosts, yet at this moment, they had no choice but to acknowledge their existence.

Pursuing not far, he suddenly guessed the reason why masters like Jiang Fengyu and Yan Xuehun were wounded.

“Ah!” Mu Qingxue exclaimed softly, her beautiful eyes wide with disbelief as she stared at Mu Tianlang. When did her father become so open-minded? Didn’t he warn her not to date during high school? How come, knowing she had a boyfriend, he now smiled so cheerfully?

A Shui walked slowly down the road, silently accompanied by the Wudang disciple Mu Xuzi, who was equally mute.

“Taste my C2 bomb,” Dídá Lā shouted lowly in the sky, forming hand seals. Suddenly, the clay dragon’s mouth swelled.

Yet even so, another menacing shadow unexpectedly appeared here.

“Qijing, do you have confidence to defeat Aizhi?” Mu Fengye noticed Qijing’s nervousness beside her. The previous defeat seemed to have instilled some fear; Aizhi’s power far exceeded before, so such anxiety was understandable. But within her still lay great potential; her strength was far beyond this.

“Fourth sister, what nonsense is that? Naturally, I wish for your happiness. Manners and all that don’t matter,” Xiao Yanran said gently, her face tinged with a faint darkness, yet she still wore a smile.