Volume One, Chapter 86: Encountering Quicksand and a Landslide; Lin Ranyan Is Injured

Lin Ranzhan spoke calmly, “I may not have direct evidence, but there are no secrets that can be kept forever. If something has been done, there will always be evidence to find.”

Xia Zhiyao sneered, “Lin Ranzhan, are you afraid you can’t beat me in the exams, so you’re trying to pin this on me? Or is it that you’re so close with the police that you want them to interrogate me, just so you can get ahead?”

Lin Ranzhan replied, “That’s actually not a bad idea. My man is an expert at interrogations. I hear many criminals can’t withstand his methods and end up confessing everything.”

Xia Zhiyao couldn’t help but recall the thunderous methods Brother Ji had used on her in the alley. Her body began to tremble...

“If someone wanted you, if you could get married, would you still be living at home, watching over Gu Lie every day?”

I bypassed Director Yao and walked to the bedside. I studied Lao Liu carefully—his expression wasn’t one of pain, in fact, there was even the hint of a smile at the corner of his lips.

“Cyberpsycho? Isn’t that just body augmentation? I’ll have no problem controlling it when the time comes.” David answered indifferently.

“Now I’ll have something to boast about—I’ve had drinks with Rogue!” Maine laughed loudly and sat down.

I bought some things for lunch on the way home. There were new arrivals at the department store, so I went to have a look.

Bringing those young people who might have been infected with the plague to Jinling was what eventually caused the outbreak there?

The two exchanged a few brief words, then Qin Hong stepped forward and stood before the three corpses.

Lu Yuan channeled the power of the strange fire surging on his “Heavenly Lightning Fire Sword” and directed it into the formation.

Everyone was shocked, even the Holy Son on the big screen, except for Kiku no Jō who remained unmoved.

“Old Qingwei, what sort of demon is this!” A burly man with thick brows and large eyes roared, reaching for the heavy broadsword on his back.

When the meal finally ended, more than half of that delicious chicken dish was still left, but all the beer and soft drinks had been drunk. For Captain Lin Aiguo, four bottles of beer were like plain water, but even so, Liu Hao insisted on seeing him home.

Xuanyuan Liuli watched her elder sister ask Chu Yun for his contact information. She knew exactly what her sister was thinking.

Mu Qian didn’t watch, but could still follow the movements. The man’s lightness skill was impressive.

He had become a half-human, half-beast monster; his defense had greatly increased, but he still couldn’t withstand the spatial bullets.

“This girl is decisive and carries the spirit of the Yang family. Not bad! Not bad!” Bei Huaixuan praised.

Wu Zhiqi readily agreed, letting out three hearty laughs as he raised his wine goblet. However, the four dragon clan members on the Xuanbing Platform were left awkward by his words. The goblet had barely been lifted when he mentioned “oppression by others.” That burly man was the foremost of the Eight Fiends, renowned for his courage in battle against the dragon clan. Wu Zhiqi’s words were plainly a jab at how he had subdued them.

“My God, who exactly are we fighting!” One of the mercenaries finally couldn’t take it any longer and tried to run.

Wei Lingfeng spoke, “You three may do as you please. Mount Shu has no place for traitors. All disciples of the second generation and above, go and apprehend the demons who escaped from the Demon-Locking Tower. As for me, I must take my leave.” With that, he soared away on his sword.

He certainly had grounds for pride. In the vast world of mortal cultivators, only a rare few could survive the tribulation of heavenly thunder. Success required not only great strength, but also immense fortune.

Qing Jun was slightly stunned, a little bewildered. In his eyes, Ye Luo was nothing but an ant—someone so insignificant that even Heisha would not concern himself with him.

She hadn’t expected that after waiting nearly half a day, no one came forward to greet her. Instead, the employees who passed by all looked at Su Yiran with obvious curiosity, making her feel uncomfortable.

If Li Heng had meant harm to her or An Ning, today’s fashion show would have been the perfect opportunity. But clearly, he never showed up.

It wasn’t just her—even those associated with her, like Zong Fei and Xu Haicang, rarely encountered trouble. After all, whether in the past or now, Lord Fenglan treated them the same as always, so no one wanted to bring misfortune on themselves.

As the figure in white walked onto the suspension bridge, the murmurs grew louder. Lin Feng, who didn’t care much for such talk, still learned the identities of the two—they were among the most outstanding youths of the Shangyang Sect’s territory, with few peers able to match them.

Seeing him drink, a flash of jealousy passed through the Righteous King’s eyes, and he felt a little more at ease recalling the outcome of today’s contest.

“Director, why would He Bailing leave our film academy for the cleaning department? I just can’t understand it,” Xiang Ji shook his head, perplexed.

No response? Was he asleep? I walked into his room. That old house had no curtains, but once the wooden windows were closed, not a single ray of light could get in—it was just like... just like being in a tomb.

Lord Fenglan gazed indifferently at the person standing so close, and after a long time, spoke coolly, “You’ve always known who I am.” It was not a question, merely a statement of fact.

After that, Luo Anning said a few comforting words, but in truth, she couldn’t remember what she’d said, because Xuxu’s earlier words had left her shaken.

“Tsk...” Nadja pursed her lips, clearly displeased with Qin Chuan, but after thinking it over, she finally compromised.

“Most of the time, yes. After all, it gets very cold in the mountains in the mornings and evenings, so sometimes everyone goes together to the hot springs deep in the forest.” Maple replied calmly.

Don’t be fooled by Glorious Entertainment’s ranking among the top ten in Huaxia—it was really at the bottom of that list.

Upstairs, the loud crash had come from a star falling, and out of the smoke and dust, Lou Feng emerged, gripping his iron cane. He came before Fusheng, bowed low, and respectfully greeted him.