Chapter 842: Wronged? He Chen: I Know Better Than You How Wronged You Are!

“But I really lost 200 yuan…”

Li Weijuan, seeing everyone had already believed He Chen, grew frantic.

In fact, after He Chen’s analysis, even she herself began to feel dazed, doubting whether she had truly lost the money.

After all, the inconsistencies were too numerous, making her lose confidence in her own memory.

Following He Chen’s logic, she reviewed her own actions and realized they were indeed deeply flawed.

She valued money so much, yet in the dorm…

The man was clearly agitated, trembling for a long time without speaking, until Chen Bo reminded him again.

The so-called dual-soul phenomenon is not utterly unique—it is merely a rare form of life arising from peculiar circumstances.

“What?” Thalande’s eyes filled with tears; their homeland had also been struck down.

The sound of bones shattering, of metal being crushed, and the cries of Zelgadis’s men echoed above the Zelgadis encampment.

Tang Weiwei, Tang Feng, and Guo Dong, as assistants, were originally entitled to most of the money, but Lin Chen refused it, leaving it to them to expand the pharmacy’s scale.

“Hey, Chu Yun?” Shen Yu, still half-dazed, snapped awake when she saw a news report playing on the big screen in the lobby.

Loqi seemed to have a hunch; Freya Dilkara’s eyes were filled with terror, and Richard finally showed signs of excitement.

“The Bloodstained Puppet Play” is a prop controlled by a troupe’s puppeteer—soldiers who, once defeated, reassemble themselves and rise again to fight to the death; only by striking the puppeteer behind them can this spell be broken.

Though there appeared to be no external injuries, the man still stared blankly, motionless; Gao Zhenjun couldn’t help waving his hand in front of his face, feeling deeply uncertain—had the fall given him a concussion, turning him into an idiot?

Chu Yun, hiding over fifty meters behind the student, had already begun casting his spell; in a few more seconds, the student would become Chu Yun’s score. But for some reason, Chu Yun kept feeling a bad premonition.

As the solemn voice rang out, a blinding ray of light tore through the sky’s gloom, illuminating every corner of the square.

The sky had just begun to lighten; vast amounts of Hei Yanluo’s aura were concentrated in the northern part of the capital, clearly signaling some major move.

“Game?” Yao Si froze, finally understanding why “Xianyu” sounded so familiar—wasn’t this the online game she’d spent three months hunting rabbits in during kindergarten? She pulled up her character panel and saw, in the name field, clearly written: Ancestor 38.

“Fire!” Luo Yao gave the order; dozens of guns fired simultaneously, and the criminals dropped one by one. But two cunning ones rolled aside behind trees and rocks, preparing to shout and trigger their explosives.

Wu Qingchen slowly lifted the venison and lightly touched it at the spot farthest from Baron Akford’s drool; around him, the sound of swallowing saliva rose in unison.

“Leave this to me—I’ll give you something later that can detect whether a person’s body has been corrupted by demonic energy,” Wu Xi thought for a moment and said.

“Hehe, after the exam ends, let’s find time to have a meal together—I’ll treat you, how about that?” Wang Qipeng smiled faintly, still as courteous as ever.

“Correct. In reality, those who ultimately profited the most were the low-tier deities with virtually no power and mixed bloodlines.

And our kind of team—there are nearly a thousand others across the nation, each dispersed across different regions, assigned specific duties, striving to suppress the Ghost Masters nationwide with maximum efficiency in the shortest time.