Volume 1, Chapter 23: I Am an Upright Gentleman

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Leaving the Seventh Prince unattended while having the leisure to go to his wife’s family home to fetch her—no wonder Xu Qianlie was driven into such a rage.

Gu Qingnian knew perfectly well that once she received a mission, it was impossible to delay her departure. She simply could not let go of the matter, and wanted to confirm what would happen afterward.

A moment later, everyone climbed into the cars. “Yun Feiyu” and Liu Mengyao started their engines as well. They all turned to look at the factory before them. It was like a blazing inferno from hell, its billowing smoke thick with the stench of death.

He did not want to expose the truth. Jun Qian’s so-called blood sample was merely meant to determine whether those people, like her, had been injected with something.

The instant I brought the object out, the old man’s expression changed completely. The water of the River Styx was extraordinarily difficult to obtain, since it could only be produced from living people. Yet ordinary living people had little use for it; at most, only exorcists who raised ghosts would carry it with them.

The young woman beside them, who had been selecting silk flowers, could not help glancing at Duanmu Deshu. Seeing that the other woman wore a veil and garments of fine quality, she gave a cold snort inwardly, set down the silk flowers, and walked away.

An expert ranked fifty-third among the Grandmasters of Internal Force—if someone of that caliber could be killed so easily, then the rankings were far too inflated.

“Ding-dong.” Suddenly, a notification chime rang out. Liu Mengyao thought that old man must have arrived.

“You are the real boss of Donghai. You are, indeed.” Pockmarked Face spoke to Monkey with an expression of utmost respect.

The moment Gu Qingnian regained consciousness, she felt a terrible buzzing in her ears. Worse still, her neck was being squeezed so tightly that she could barely breathe, and it seemed she was about to die all over again.

Faced with the rain of arrows, Jiang Yi remained utterly calm. Without the slightest panic, he reached out and seized every single arrow, crushing them all to powder in his hand.

Seeing me crouched on the ground, clutching my head in agony, Leng Shuang’er was too frightened to keep me in suspense. She hurriedly said that the third corpse was someone I knew: Hao Jian.

“What did you see?” Huang Fei asked curiously. He did not know what Murong Xianglong had seen the day before. He had merely heard a few fragmented sounds and had not seen the scene itself even once.

“Why couldn’t he have gone out on his own without telling anyone?” Butler Yang shared the same suspicion. Murong Xianglong had always been mischievous; perhaps he had deliberately staged a false disappearance to frighten everyone.

The two who had been putting on a grand master-and-servant performance finally returned to their senses. They watched the other’s retreating figure disappear into the distance.

Someone went to make inquiries, and the answer they received was that Long, the patriarch of the Long family, had lost all interest in worldly affairs. He had taken every member of the Long family into seclusion in the mountains, leaving everything behind for the Chen family to take over.

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“We’re all friends, so I’ll give him twenty percent off. Remember to tell him when you get back.” Nan Xiangchuan added one more reminder.

“Excellent strategy—deception in war is no sin. Your motive has been exposed now. I will not let you have your way. I have played along with your wishes, so what will you do now?”

All at once, the black-clad middle-aged Soul Emperor released a dense black mist from within his body. A pungent acidic odor drifted from the mist and spread toward Ye Feng.

“I’ll take you to the commander right now.” Director Chen led Huang Fei toward the commander’s office.

Everyone, I’m the Marionette Carnival enthusiast—I absolutely adore it. Fujita Kazuhiro’s Marionette Carnival has finally been adapted into an anime. Incidentally, if you notice that some of its lines resemble those from Interstice Sin Bag Number Twenty-Three, a few of them are even exactly the same.

By the time Lumi, Kakashi, and the others reached the scene, everyone had already fled. All they found on the ground was a pool of blood and a severed finger.

The moment Liu Ruxia saw the words “sneaking off for a secret tryst,” her heart gave a sharp stab of pain. Shen Yifeng, who had always professed his love for her, had actually been fooling around with someone else in such a filthy place. How could Shen Yifeng have done such a thing?

In this world, there were not ten thousand people named Will, then at least eight thousand. It was an exceedingly ordinary name.

“I stabbed him in the knee!” Xiuyin cursed viciously. He had to vent some of the resentment in his heart.

Su Zecai was right. He truly had never done anything inappropriate with his younger sister, Wei Xinran. The two of them had merely exchanged flirtatious words.

“That’s enough. Stop talking.” Hearing this, Wei Xiong was already beside himself with rage. He glared at Qiu Yu, his eyes filled with deep unwillingness.

They had agreed from the beginning to be nothing more than a fake married couple. But once the two were wed, the officials began urging them to have children. Chen Xingyun flatly refused.

Palo Paci was slightly startled. Indeed, he had forgotten that the young man might not need his reminder at all. The boy had probably already thought of the next step; otherwise, he would not have issued the order before Palo Paci returned.

Whenever she did not have to fly from place to place, Lin Yiyi spent most of her time cooped up in the studio, designing day and night.

She had completely forgotten how shameless she had looked during that period when she was not working, reaching out to Lin Xi for money.

He raised his hand. With a soft whoosh, a mass of crimson flame appeared in his palm. What else could it be but the Flame of Nirvana?

At the time, every human being in that city had been wiped out, transformed into bloodkin resembling walking corpses. Yet the moment they were suddenly converted and brought into the ranks of the bloodkin, they vanished without warning—just as suddenly as they had arrived in the city.

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However, just as Yang Xuewei was preparing to enter the dressing room, she suddenly grabbed Wang Yue and shoved her inside.

Du Yue’s face was ashen. She tossed the dagger in her hand onto the ground, then once again collapsed to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably as she wailed and begged for mercy.

After all, her comrades were engaged in a fierce battle with the enemy, while she had to remain here protecting a man whose identity was unknown and who would not stop muttering.

As Ye Mingyue spoke, she glared angrily in Long Hui’s direction. Just as Long Hui had said, she too had seen Qin Mo arrive.

Yang Fan was drenched in sweat and utterly speechless at Perfected One Yiyan’s reaction. That old fellow must have suffered at the hands of a curse master before, which was why he reacted so dramatically.

Tonight, Xi Xuan Qiuxia arrived bearing the Demon-Subduing Bow. He declared that anyone who injured Lin Yue would first have to withstand a single arrow from the Demon-Subduing Bow.

The two bodyguards exchanged another glance. This time, neither of them smiled; their expressions had grown solemn. They nodded at each other, then simultaneously turned and glared furiously at Zhao Min.

The Walker’s strength defied the heavens. Only the Blood Oath Alliance possessed enough power to fight the Five Ghost Sect to the death. The Four Heroes of the Blood Oath Alliance were certainly no frauds.

Because of the earlier collision, followed by the succession of gunfire, the number of zombies at the church entrance had essentially fallen to zero.

Tang Feng circulated the true essence within his body, sending it continuously into Rong Jingfang’s forehead. The energy entered her body through her brow, and she immediately felt a warm current spread throughout her entire body, bringing her immense comfort.

When Nero saw the colorless vortex growing farther and farther away, he had only just breathed a sigh of relief when his expression instantly turned extremely grim again.

The people below the stage said nothing. They merely glared at Bai Yulong, their fury blazing in their eyes. But Bai Yulong had never encountered anyone so utterly lacking in etiquette—much less a mere guard.

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