Chapter 575

“Help me call the police,” the scar-faced woman pleaded.

Shen Siyuan turned his head at the words and glanced back at the brightly lit big tent behind him.

This woman calling the police must be connected to the circus behind her.

His gaze swept to Taozi beside him; her eyes were full of curiosity, as if she wanted to speak but held back.

He met her gaze for a moment, a faint smile tugging at his lips, then looked down at their clasped hands.

Taozi followed her gaze and saw

“Open the coffin and examine the corpse!” Official Yang felt there might be a clue—perhaps something could be discerned from the body.

General Hu Tao of Shachi City, enraged, charged out without consulting Commander Zhong Ding, leading his five hundred Qiu Long Beast soldiers straight into the Demon Cult’s formation. In yesterday’s battle, his brother Hu Wei had been wounded by a hidden arrow from the Demon Cult, leaving him heartbroken; today, seeing the Demon Cult again, hatred flared fiercely. Despite the other generals’ desperate pleas, he charged forward recklessly.

“County Magistrate Lu, we’re at fault—our village does have some money, but our expenses are too high, and we’re truly struggling…” Xu Ziming was the first to break, begging for mercy.

Qian Qian was kissed by a man for the first time; shame and confusion overwhelmed her, leaving her dazed and helpless—she forgot to pull away, and in her tender embarrassment, she let Lan Yu rain down frantic kisses upon her.

In the span of just a few days, several allied forces emerged into the spotlight; of course, Lin Xiao and his group wouldn’t show off now—they joined the ranks as well, and after deliberation, they ultimately decided to head to Qingfeng Sect in two days.

Really? When did Nana become so generous, saying something so bold?

“Should we go?” Li Ruichen reminded them. After bidding farewell to Xuan Ku, the four prepared to leave the cave.

The messenger sent to report to the Emperor had not yet departed when flames erupted from two other palaces—the Jingning Pavilion where Mu Qingya resided and the Hua Yu Palace where Duanmu Mingli was temporarily staying.

Li Liufeng set out for Mount Hua. He had always believed himself to be the young master of the Li family, aspiring only to become a physician who healed and saved lives—but now everything was blurred. He was not his parents’ biological son; there was an unknown story in his past, and he wanted to explore and uncover it.

Ning Xi Ju answered himself: “A sage does not become a sage by demanding himself to act as one; rather, he is called a sage because he treats ordinary people as sages—that’s why ordinary people call him a sage. The sage’s lack of benevolence, treating the people as straw dogs, is precisely what this means.”

“Alright, alright, it’s Grandpa’s fault—I won’t say such things again next time.” Yao De had lived so long—he could hardly fail to see the relationship between her and Ye Zang.

“This guy’s really cocky! Guys, beat him to a pulp!” A thug roared, raising his foot to kick Jin Guang.

Both men wielded corpse poison; as their fists met, the poison surged into each other’s bodies like wild beasts, hissing—the two different corpse poisons corroded each other at the point of contact.

But after leaving Chang’an, before they’d even traveled a hundred li, they were summoned back again, where they met a young man smiling pleasantly—about the same age as the scholars they’d previously encountered, yet radiating a sharp, piercing aura.

Under Chen Xuan’s control, the Thunder Beast took a single step forward, charging toward Gu Wu Chen’s direction, its roar shaking the heavens and earth as if ready to shatter them.

“What was that sound? Water… how is Madam Mei?” Shui Qing was drawn by the beast’s roar and saw Ye Zang rushing toward them.

“I’ll give you the antidote! I’ll give you the antidote! Don’t do anything rash!” Others going blind didn’t matter—but for Yang Wei, preserving his own eyesight was vital; he frantically pulled a packet of medicine from his pocket and handed it to Jin Guang.

The blood-red monkey head of the shadow began to crack, emitting a cry like a baby’s wail. From the fissures, red mist slowly drifted out, and the shadow gradually melted, vanishing into the ice pillar.