Chapter 532: The Love About to Fade

Lin Shuhan looked at Guan Beihai with a strange expression.

"If you're lying to me, at least come up with a better excuse. I'll give you some time—think again carefully?"

"I really didn't lie to you. Wasn't my corpse cremated by you and Mom together?"

Guan Beihai offered a bitter smile.

"Wasn't that just someone your bureau brought in to fake it?"

"How could you fake something like this? Even forgery has limits—I"

Zhang Yifan had just sat down when he noticed a stern-looking general across from him, whose facial structure bore a faint resemblance to Cao Cao, especially in that same cold, heartless gaze.

He was deep in thought when suddenly his pant pocket vibrated—he quickly pulled out his phone and saw the caller ID: "Jianhao." A bad premonition surged through him.

This had been said plainly enough; those who didn't understand remained confused, while those who did, understood. The conference room fell into an eerie silence.

The jailer burst out of the flames, dancing wildly, his entire face blackened, hair standing on end, his tattered clothes still smoldering—but he was unharmed.

Wu Yan felt a warm sense of camaraderie; he had gone on multiple life-or-death hunts for demonic beasts with Zhang Yifan and others, and he held great fondness for Zhang Yifan, having received much help from them that greatly increased his experience. He walked into a large hall of the Patrol Office with Zhang Yifan and Gu Xing.

"Purify the heart, formless as a stream—let yourself be the current." The Ferryman spoke two more incomprehensible verses. This time he stood up, and that ancient, unremarkable sword was already in his hand.

These four all appeared to be on the level of Peng Yiyuan and Su Chen, surpassing Wang Fang by far. Dealing with even one would be extremely difficult, let alone all four.

Gu Feng hardened his resolve. He abandoned the idea of returning to his body to revive himself, and instead turned back, swimming deeper into the Ocean of Souls.

If he were truly that calculating, how could he have revealed such obvious flaws? Such deliberate closeness made him easy to spot—and his initial impression of him had been poor.

Once the great array is completed, it will continuously draw in yin energy from dozens of li around. After several years, this place will rival that underground corpse-nourishing pit, and this Iron Armor Corpse can cultivate here without wasting its progress.

Even if he found him, the man would likely have guessed his intentions, leaving him at a disadvantage.

There, flashes of light erupted—several colored orbs broke through the black barrier.

The Twelve Divine Nerves each possess unique divine powers. Wang Chao, based on the differing characteristics of the twelve divine powers, designed several combat patterns for himself.

"You're already part of the official army—why cling so tightly to the ranking of our righteous forces?" Han Zeye murmured beside him. Gu Tingxian froze in surprise.

Miyuki was still protesting when a hand suddenly appeared from thin air, grabbing her collar—and then Miyuki was pulled out of her small bag.

"Most of these are descendants of the Hao Wang Fu, originally condemned as traitors by the Jin court—now with nowhere else to turn, they're unlikely to defect," Lin Qian shook his head.

After the professor vanished, Si Ji stopped overthinking his own situation. If even the professor and his group couldn't figure it out, his own speculation was useless. He believed the mystery would be revealed soon—he needed only to strengthen his power and prepare himself.

The two exchanged a punch. Kruxkson retreated three steps, each step leaving a footprint on the ground—three footprints in total.

"Huuu!" Xingtian suddenly exhaled a long breath, tilted his head toward the sky, and slowly closed his eyes. He hadn't truly felt this sense of freedom in a long time.