Chapter 97: The Murderer Followed Me

Around four in the afternoon, the heavy rain in Harbor City began to ease. Xu Yunzhuo and his group returned to the cave and immediately set about building a fire. Fortunately, with the portable gas stove, lighting a pile of firewood was quite simple. As the flames flickered to life, the cold, damp cave finally gained a semblance of warmth. Even Xu Muning, wrapped tightly in a blanket, couldn't resist sitting close to the fire. Xu Yunzhuo’s clothes were still wet, his only jacket dripping steadily. His face was pale from the cold, and he instinctively leaned toward the comforting heat.

The back kitchen of the hotpot restaurant remained unchanged; every night around one o’clock in the morning, strange noises would always arise. Seeing Wang Lang and his group completely ignore him, the first warrior of the Shaman clan, Xu couldn’t help but furrow his brow.

“Everyone be ready. Don’t move at the crucial moment. Leave everything to me!” Lin Tian instructed calmly.

The crowd buzzed with whispers, admiring Lin Fei's achievements, yet also stunned by his remarkable accomplishments.

After entering the research lab, Ye Chun went straight to the control panel of the printer and took out his gloves, placing them carefully in an empty spot.

Back at the criminal investigation team, He Ming was already exhausted, yawning repeatedly. After exchanging a few brief words with Di Jiang, he fell asleep on the sofa in Di Jiang’s office.

Since leaving the Celestial Realm, he had journeyed to the Ling Tian dimension. Moreover, Liu Hai, now a sovereign, directly commanded the eight great families to advance into the Eight Thousand Dimensions, uniting every possible force to prevent being defeated one by one. They concentrated their power across the Four Great Realms, awaiting the arrival of the Supreme Celestial Lord.

“Why? Aren’t you worried that I’ve tarnished the Lin family’s reputation? Wouldn’t it be better if I were dead?” Lin Xuanyuan said with confusion.

The City God’s Temple was where the Black and White Impermanences lingered to guide souls. During the time Lin Fei had stayed there, he had encountered the two ghostly wardens.

Then Feng Shisanlang retracted all the earth and water elemental energies forming the entire energy tent back into his dantian. The energy liquid consumed in forging the spear was fully restored, elevating him to his peak state with significant advancement.

Round after round, though Fang Chen avoided being struck, the room was left a chaotic mess from the Black Death Life-Stealing Sword’s relentless assault.

The Black Old Ghost’s aim was that once Zhang Xuehang transformed into a murderous fiend, he could use a special method to convert Zhang’s killing intent into essence and blood. Alongside the accumulated primordial yin power, all would be drawn into his own body. In other words, Zhang Xuehang would become a unique tool for the Black Old Ghost to enhance his cultivation.

“I say she’s my wife, and she is my wife—whether in name or in reality,” Huang Yan declared firmly.

Seeing Xie Yuanyi glare at him with hostility, Xue Tian wanted nothing more than to slap himself for speaking out of turn. Curse his own loose tongue!

While taking a bathroom break, Wu Jiangkai secretly handed some money to He Guoguang, who was very grateful but refused it insistently, no matter what was said.

Suddenly, the ground beneath Yang Bufan cracked open, and countless vengeful warriors burst forth. In an instant, the apocalypse base overflowed with innumerable shadow soldiers.

“Training will continue this afternoon. Tomorrow morning, I’ll personally go with the team to check,” Huang Yan said with a smile.

The Black Old Ghost sneered coldly. Ning Hehuan’s lower body had been utterly destroyed by fire, losing all ability to continue the family line. His opportunity had arrived; if he could force his senior brother to abdicate, the position of head of the Hehuan Sect would be his.

After finishing his morning routine, Liu Feng grew curious. He wondered if Zhu Yun took off her black veil while eating. Then he smiled to himself—how could she eat without removing it?

The medicine was indeed effective. Within moments of taking it, the pain began to ease little by little. Though still sharp, it was now within a bearable threshold.

Upon hearing this, Feng Bi’s heart filled with bitterness. Despite her deep reluctance, she found there was nothing she could do.