Chapter 122

Hearing this, most of the mystery had already unraveled. The most suspicious part, however, was why Father Xu had claimed back then that his firstborn child had died.

"Uncle, send someone to track that woman's trail. She must have been moved recently, so they couldn't have cleaned up the tracks completely. I suspect she is still being hidden somewhere in Z City," Xu Yunzhuo analyzed, narrowing her eyes.

Pei Qiaonian, standing beside her, glanced at her, unable to suppress a slight smile. He realized...

As for the black dragon, seemingly influenced by the overwhelming aura of slaughter filling the sky, it swelled even further. Gazing at Shi Tianze in the distance, its pair of scarlet dragon eyes were also filled with resentment.

After a moment of silence, Yuan Zhou bowed to the Anzhou envoy and led his men galloping toward the southeast, entering the ancient road of Wuguan to pursue the Duke of Xiyang, who had "left a step ahead." The Anzhou envoy smiled slightly, signaling for the motorcade to continue toward the Wuguan ancient road.

As these words fell, Emperor Cang and Emperor Tu leaped directly into the void, vanishing into a Gate of Reincarnation.

"We are from the Central Garrison Army. Today, we act under the orders of our lord to carry out official duties here. As the county magistrate, you should be aware of the rules!" Zhang Zheng shouted with a stern expression.

"Patriarch Xiao!" At this moment, Luo Yunshan, who had been very amiable until now, suddenly turned grave.

At this moment, those guarding this place on behalf of Wei Wushuang were the remnants of the Myriad Phenomenon Heavenly Palace and helpers from the Huazhang Confucian Mansion.

Furthermore, Zhou Changsheng’s own personality had been lost. When Ying Feiyang ordered him to "reveal all the secrets of the Six Paths of Evil Destruction," Zhou Changsheng remained completely unresponsive. This proved that the secrets hidden in his mind had vanished along with his personality.

Jiahe Sheng was a trading firm that dealt in steam-powered water pumps, though it actually had other business lines as well. The firm primarily provided agricultural services, assisting farmers in securing bountiful harvests. Amidst the wave of grand development in Han and Mian, numerous similar firms were active, helping the government transform former wilderness, swamps, and mudflats into fertile farmland.

Yan Shao smiled slightly at this, not paying much mind, but the situation on the battlefield had undergone a tremendous change.

President Yuchi naturally remained in charge in Huangzhou. In this day and age, there were no telephones, so the various branches needed someone to supervise them, and the best form of supervision was the "financial" aspect—that is, the accountant.

Having obtained the ticket, Zhan Bo had no intention of entertaining Yifei and went directly to contact the so-called "river work."

Ju Jingling did not want her second brother to be unable to fulfill his final wish in life, so she forced a smile.

Dapeng’s expression changed drastically. Shen Xun’s punch did not seem concentrated on a single point; he immediately felt a vast, overwhelming power pressing down upon him from in front.

"Don't be stubborn now; you'll suffer for it later," someone suddenly spoke up.

Before long, several groups had returned, all with the same news: they needed to head to the Hui Ren Pharmacy in the west of the city.

Zhou Xiaofeng didn't say much more, driving the red BMW directly toward the direction of Oriental City.

"Then what about mine?" As she spoke, Yan Xiao seemed to dimly understand something. She lowered her head slightly to avoid the man's gaze, which was currently burning with an intensity that made it difficult for her to breathe.

Shen Xun took off the gold bracelet and spread his five fingers; the bracelet expanded accordingly, and he placed it on his head as naturally as if he were brushing back his hair.

Clearly, the demons before him belonged to the Bull Demon King’s camp; they recognized him, and they were very familiar with him.

Especially as time passed, the blood became sticky, clinging to his undergarments; every time he moved, the slightest pull resulted in fresh bleeding.

"Three days from now, I will visit to thank you, Second Brother," Dongfang Fei said, watching Dongfang Mian’s retreating figure.

This was the oppression brought about by those in high positions. Especially from Qing Bu, Jing Hua could vaguely sense a faint pressure—a type of pressure he had once experienced in the [Power Precepts].