Chapter 84: The Head of the Garden Department Takes Office

Rare to meet a good person, so the group sat down to rest in Wang Yue’s courtyard.

“You’re not from the authorities?” Wang Yue asked.

“We’re not,” Zhuo Qingyan shook her head. “But punishing evil and subduing demons isn’t something only officials can do.”

“That’s right, that’s right!” Wang Yue nodded eagerly. “Two months ago, a Daoist priest passed through and helped the Liu family in the south of town eliminate a vengeful ghost hiding in their home before leaving.”

“Oh?” Gu

“Shuya, I’m so glad to see you,” Aisha stepped forward and embraced Huang Shuya.

Even though the situation had turned this way, He Liancheng still resolutely began clearing out the company’s outdated affairs, including all the overt and covert cooperative projects with poor returns.

The thug took only two or three kicks, rolled his eyes, and passed out—he must’ve been badly hurt.

Tianya frowned: “Tell the truth—how do you know Luo Chenxi?” Could it really be what she feared… Her heart rose to her throat.

The Heavenly Emperor’s cold gaze fell upon Chu Ningyan’s corpse—she curled on the ground, her pale green skirt outlining her graceful figure with exquisite detail.

But for those whose souls had mutated, there existed another kind of soul power—the very power that allowed soul-mutated beings to differ from ordinary alchemists: Yang.

The crowd erupted in curses—they were completely trapped. The grand hall was a chain of traps; the flesh-eating bees were about to engulf them when Jiang Lan suddenly pulled out a candy, releasing a rich fragrance that filled the hall, then hurled it far away.

Kuang Li’s admiration for the non-Lin before him grew deeper, slightly altering his long-held disdain for half-beasts.

The surveillance footage that Vivian stole from the Kaiyue Hotel contained three days' worth of recordings, meaning it included footage prior to You Lingna and others' check-in. Yet even after reviewing the footage from three days ago and analyzing every person appearing in it, Ling Feng found no suspect.

When the fight broke out, they were all blinded by money, not caring at all that the man they were slashing at was Chen Jiushan—or the most renowned god of wealth right now.

After waiting about twenty minutes, James’s scout reported: Shui Wulian was gone, the car empty, nowhere to be found.

“These eggs are amazing. The whites are glossy and translucent like oil, the yolks bright orange-red—just looking at them makes you hungry! Clearly from real free-range chickens,” Liu Kai exclaimed after cracking several eggs.

The old man nodded, didn’t return to the neighboring bedroom, but pulled over a broken stool, sat down, leaned on his cane with both hands, and closed his eyes to rest.

“You know in your heart,” Qiao Xinyi flushed bright red and shot him a fierce glare.

All crew members passing before Bei Hai greeted him as usual, then boarded their own ships to begin final preparations for departure—packing essentials, especially the tobacco needed for days at sea.

When Luo Kaixian looked up, he realized the food delivered was abundant—enough to fill a giant food box to a height of one and a half chi.

In one day, the Tianslang Clan’s fewer than twenty million members were all settled. The moment the last one was arranged, a golden light shot up from Tianslang Star, reaching ten thousand li into the sky in an instant, then burst open to form three golden characters.

“The scholars of the Qin dynasty looked up to heaven and down to earth, refined qi and ascended—but no one knows where they ascended to,” the Heavenly Demon sat in midair, sighing softly, as if waking from a great dream, or as if his spirit had wandered countless worlds of suffering.