Chapter 58: A Sense of Ritual

Up to this point in the investigation, every single clue pointed to the exact same person—
That person was none other than my mother-in-law: Ye Qiang!
There was no doubt about it.
She must have played an immensely crucial role in the entire affair.
If one wished to uncover the mastermind behind the murder of Gu Qianxi, it was impossible to bypass Ye Qiang.
Only by unraveling the mysteries surrounding her......

Mu Huayu’s right hand trembled. He genuinely wanted to use the Overlord Token as a bargaining chip to threaten the King of Slaughter and Li Hanxuan, but he still cared about his pride. In broad daylight, he simply lacked the thick skin required to pull off such a stunt.

Fu Heng, who was desperately looking to make amends for his past mistakes, lit up with hope upon hearing this, thinking that as long as there was room for discussion, anything was fine, and hurriedly urged her to speak her mind.

Even though he had gotten hopelessly drunk last night, he still rose bright and early today; though a slight headache lingered, it was entirely bearable.

Before those people could even catch up, they were struck by several swords condensed from vaporized water, tearing them instantly into mists of blood, leaving nothing resembling human form.

Therefore, the very act of making Naraku's acquaintance signified the inevitable arrival of misfortune, with the only question being a matter of time.

These four mirrors instantly shattered, transforming into fluttering fragments all over the sky that converged into a storm, sweeping forward. A crystalline path of time and space opened up before the Human Emperor and the Beidou Heavenly Lord.

Ever since she got to know the domineering CEO, Tangtang checked the financial news every single day, trying to look professional.

The only difference was that if he directly burned his Primordial Ancestor Soul, Lingyun would suffer a devastating backlash one hour later.

"Ning Zhixian won't agree so easily; she'll ask me for certain conditions," Fang Jueqian said.

The Chinese cork-oak swayed with a faint floral fragrance, doing its utmost to dispel the sultry air, holding its head high as it engaged in a silent battle with the blazing sun overhead.

As for Li Qi's greatest secret weapon, it was the capable and trusted confidants he had planted in several major nearby prefectures.

Gritting her teeth until they nearly shattered, Wang Linlang returned to her room and viciously smashed a pair of imperial Jun ware vases. Consumed by burning hatred, she cursed Liu Qingqing down to her eighth generation of ancestors in her heart.

Li Yi himself had ridden over on a horse as well. After paying his respects to Princess Shengping and Prince Consort Guo Ai, leaving the two of them to deal with the endless, tedious lists of gifts, Li Yi slipped away with practiced familiarity to the backyard.

"Immortal Master Qiu, please display your divine powers and quickly eliminate these monstrous things!" At this first encounter, quite a few people had already perished under the ferocious vengeful spirits. They could not help but frantically beg the man clad in colorful robes for rescue.

Upon hearing this, Zhong Lingyun could not conceal the disappointment on her face, and her gaze dimmed somewhat. Erhuzi was the same; his bean-like eyes had lost all their luster.

Company Commander Fang Feijin, along with Platoon Leader Yang Sheng and this platoon of soldiers, bent low and even crawled as they ran eastward. Relying on the initial explosion of ammunition—which might have temporarily blinded the devils' eyes—plus the thick, tall prairie grass, they finally dragged themselves, gasping for breath, to a patch of safe grass.

The crisp sound made eardrums ring with a dull hum. Mu Qianxun frowned slightly, staring at the liquid slowly spreading across the ground, and hurriedly lowered her head to pick up the scattered porcelain shards littering the floor.

Night Qingcheng walked out of the banquet hall, sensing numerous tails trailing behind her. She reached out and gently stroked Black Moon’s head. In the dead of night, how could these people possibly hope to track her?

Another twenty minutes passed, and the needle-stimulating technique was finally complete. By this moment, Xu Fang was drenched in sweat, not just his forehead, but his entire body.

Such a painful physical task was the ultimate taboo for the Hungry Ghost clan. They had chosen to become Hungry Ghosts precisely out of a fear of pain; to suddenly disregard that fear just to reap benefits would be the height of sheer madness.

Ye Cheng panted frantically, his entire body drenched to the bone without a single dry patch left. Even his hair looked as though it had just been submerged in water, completely soaked through.