Chapter 180: Chapter Four: Causality! Peering Into the Future

Night fell.

Deng Ken returned to his quarters after marking all locations.

Just as he was about to push open the door, a middle-aged man with a high nose bridge walked from the corner of the adjacent corridor; upon seeing Deng Ken, he nodded in greeting and said, “Good evening, friend.”

—— Cultist of the Secret Sect (Two-Star Silver-Gray).

Deng Ken stopped and sized up the man, then nodded. “Good evening.”

The middle-aged man

Wan had been stopped at the apartment entrance and pestered for ages; her patience was long gone, and Cheng Tianchong’s expression was grim, his eyes flickering with hidden malice.

On one side of the grassland, Lan Shixin and the others sprinted in panic, drenched in sweat; he fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

Now that the corrupt official was bound and sufficient grain secured, under Qin Ming’s orders, the constables resumed cooking.

Durant’s only dissatisfaction was that three seconds were enough for one attack—but such things were unpredictable; missing an opportunity was worse than running out of time.

Afraid of Zhou Tingyu’s anger, Cheng Xiaoran hailed a random cab; twenty minutes later, she stepped into the living room.

After escaping the embarrassment of being sniffed at, Rot finally had a chance to properly observe this odd man.

Cheng Xiaoran nodded, picked up her chopsticks, took a bite—and as expected, it was overly salty and dry, truly unpalatable.

He believed Zhao Jingyu had deliberately humiliated him; this humiliation was no less than being slapped in public, leaving him utterly shamed.

What worried the livestream audience was that the motherboard author was frantically shouting words too garbled to discern, his exaggerated gestures identical to those of the crowd.

The Second Steward did not head straight to the Marquis’s mansion; instead, he checked into an inn, washed off the grime, changed into clean, respectable attire, and calmly arrived at the Marquis’s gate.

Xu Zhuo possessed the Ten Thousand Transformations Heavenly Eye, capable of instantly discerning whether someone was pure and a virgin. Su Bingqian was clearly still a virgin.

“Mo Liuchi, you are truly despicable,” she whispered. Her voice was soft, yet the thick hatred in it rang clear and sharp through the silent room, beneath the dark night.

Yun Qian walked at a steady pace, neither hurried nor frantic—nothing like the anger or helplessness they had expected; from behind, she looked burdened with thoughts. Mu Jiu’s suspicions grew, and his lips tightened.

Lin Zhixuan, the Princess of De, and the Princess of Ying took the three rear sedan chairs; according to seniority and rank, the Princess of Ying, as elder sister-in-law, should have ridden first—but Lin Zhixuan was the Regent’s Princess, and the Prince of Ying had only recently been granted his title, lacking the seniority to rival the Prince of De, so the Princess of Ying took the last seat.

After finalizing the terms with Qi Hongyu, she no longer held back, revealing everything she knew; Huang Chang, monitoring her emotions via spiritual perception, confirmed her demeanor was utterly candid, with no deception or concealment.

By the time Wei Mingxu returned, night had fallen; Lin Zhixuan, exhausted from a full day’s work, had just seen off the Liang family and collapsed onto the kang table, vomiting. Qiuju and Xialan soothed her for a long while before summoning Master Meng to examine her pulse.

“Has Fanqiu come up with any credible theories about the missing artifacts?” she asked.

“What are you thinking?” Seeing Tang Yuan remain silent, Meng Chi noticed her unease—her furrowed brows had already betrayed her.

Then, an acrid stench of blood instantly flooded their olfactory senses.

“The facts prove you have sinned…” the drunkard said, reaching to retract his wine cup.

Then, with a skilled kick, he shattered the opponent’s defense and seized the opening. The key to this match was Kai Sa’s performance—give him an opportunity, and he could create a goal.