Chapter 43 The Consequence of Greed

As soon as Lin Wei’s words dropped, the lobby instantly fell into a dead silence.

The police officer felt as though he had not heard clearly. "What did you say?"

"My mother, Ni Fang, and Xiao Yuanbing colluded to murder my father. I am here to report a crime."

"Reporting a crime requires evidence, not just your bare words. Besides, if you suspected there was something wrong with your father's death, why didn't you report it earlier?"

"I did report it before, but Xiao Yuanbing bribed people, and they refused to take my case at all. They even wanted to bury me—"

Just as Xuanyue was feeling puzzled, he keenly perceived a shift in the aura below.

Hearing this, Wu Kai replied with a cheerful smile, "Sister! Thank you for your blessing, let's go! Wang Juan is still inside waiting for you!" With that, he invited Dong Yu to enter the restaurant through the back door known as the number one culinary marvel of Wuyang City.

Xiangyi's remark that "aesthetics are diverse" was clearly meant out of concern for her health, yet those internet users completely twisted her meaning.

This should be altitude sickness. Presumably, with this layout broken, the environment within the cave had returned to the climatic characteristics of its geographical location. Did this mean it had connected with the outside world once again?

Fang Ze struggled to sit up from the bed, using his spiritual sense for introspection, only to discover that the vortices of the metal and water elemental auras had both grown dim and sluggish in their rotation. Releasing his spiritual sense, he found that it could now barely extend outward for more than a single meter. Fang Ze knew all too well that this defense against the Soul-Catching Talisman had severely drained his vitality, leaving his internal spiritual power almost entirely depleted.

Zhuo Yi was calculating his own clever scheme when he inadvertently met Shi Sui’s gaze, causing his heart to skip a beat.

The fish balls were made by Xiangyi early in the morning. Fresh fish meat was minced into a paste, mixed evenly with sweet potato starch, and used as a wrapper to enclose fillings of various flavors. Each fish ball was crystal clear and white, with a thin skin and generous filling.

Yet today, those fragile roots had already twisted and knotted into gnarled shapes, nailing themselves firmly into the earth. By what right should he still bury his own body in the mud and continue his life with a humble posture?

Filled with endless regret, she had not expected that a single sentence from Shi Sui would draw the full force of hatred completely onto himself.

The punishment for breaking a Styx oath was terrifying. Violating an oath sworn by the River Styx would result in the living being stripped of their divine persona, which naturally caused the entity's believers to lose the ability to use divine arts. Afterward, the entity would be dragged by a mysterious force into a certain layer of the endless abyss to be imprisoned for five thousand years.

Just at this moment, Uncle Zhang also galloped up on horseback. Seeing that Liu Huaiyong, Mu Xue, and Wu Qian were all uninjured, while a large swath of the Yunyang Taoist followers had fallen instead, his heart finally settled.

Liu Huaiyong, Chen Junmei, and Wu Qian bowed toward Xu Jingyang with cupped hands, saying, "Thank you, Sect Master, for your concern." Everyone bowed to the sect master and elders before walking out the door.

A gentle breeze drifted across Kaiyang’s face as his captivating eyes meticulously searched for the figure he longed to find. However, no matter how carefully he scanned every corner of the plaza, the shadow that worried him so failed to appear within his field of vision.

Although she was not entirely clear about all the events her master had experienced over the years, she still had a general idea. Back then, the Star Master was framed by treacherous villains, and her master also became a prisoner of the enemy. One can easily imagine the twists and turns hidden within those events.

Kaiyang sat on a single-arm sofa. Though an expression of helplessness was written across his exquisite face, whenever he faced his family, the corners of his mouth would effortlessly curl into a faint smile.

Yet today, Princess Wen Yinrao did not come over. She had timed it precisely for the hour of You, as the sky gradually grew dim. Summer thunderstorms arrive without warning; dense, dark clouds gathered, and before long, a torrential thunderstorm set in. Amidst the pattering sound of rain, the maidservant had already reached the Gates of Hell of the Ghost Clan.

Liu Haihua had been following closely behind Leng He, having consumed the most alcohol among them all, thinking that since the wine was a gift from Lanyue, he had to show some respect. Yet he forgot about the potency of Pear Blossom Drunk and Three-Cup Collapse, keeping his mind solely on admiring Lanyue’s refined, elegant, and vulgarity-free demeanor.