Chapter 113: The Spy Within the Spy

Xie Zhi sat inside the office.

Smoking, smoke curled around him, his face filled with worry.

After Ba Li Dao finished describing the situation of the “Unwidowed” in detail to him.

He found it troublesome.

First, if this guy could be friends with Zhu Ge Yue, he certainly wasn’t a true novice—Ba Li Dao had been deceived back then.

Added to that, after Ba Li Dao just said he could no longer see the other’s level, with the message seemingly blocked, Xie Zhi was even more certain.

As long as it’s our village’s matter, no matter how dangerous—even like Old Executioner’s case—I won’t go, no one else will. For the village, for everyone, and thus for myself and my family, how could I possibly refuse?

The two brothers went to check on the still-under-construction hotel; with Qi Jingzhen’s follow-up investment, funds were now available to continue the later construction.

The expedition team grew wary once more; their combat strength had already suffered heavy losses, let alone the massive dragon crouching before them.

That wasn’t the issue—the key was his gaze, looking at Luo Feng, especially after glancing at Luo Feng’s car and then back at him, as if viewing a beggar, full of disdain and contempt.

Then he remembered his Break-Heaven Finger, which had cleverly shattered the cave and drawn out the Gou She.

Qian Qianyi was stunned—this was the Renqian Emperor, the one with supernatural abilities? The brutal Manchus and rebel forces had been toyed with by this emperor, and in one final battle, the Manchus were utterly destroyed. It was unbelievable—such a powerful force gone in a single night?

When the entire hall erupted in thunderous applause, Li Wei sat quietly, yet his heart churned, unable to settle for a long time.

“Let it perish.” Mu Tian cast one last glance at the Wu family’s ruins, confirmed no trace of life remained, then turned and left.

After hanging up the phone, Li Wei still didn’t understand what had happened between Jian Bo and Shi Yun, but Jian Bo did arrive as promised that day.

Time meant nothing in Chaos; on this day, in the void of Chaos, a giant wielding a divine axe in one hand and a jade tablet in the other slashed into Chaos—immediately, a crack filled with destruction appeared. This giant was Pan Gu; he did this because the time for opening Heaven had come.

In the music world, reality is harsh: talented people are record companies’ cash cows, let alone someone like Ye Hao, a complete genius.

Luo Yan’er clenched her hands tightly, head bowed, lips pressed thin as she stared at the ground, waiting for Xiao Yu’s answer.

“Could it be empty?” Mo Fan wondered. Just as he prepared to leave and investigate the next palace, an unremarkable shadow caught his eye.

At this moment, Ji Shaoyun was extremely excited—his nine-year tormenting poison was about to be cured.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly; as long as they waited patiently for reinforcements to arrive, they could escape this dangerous territory.

Everything had become too chaotic, too confusing… Even some neutral magic teachers, including Enbosi, were momentarily at a loss.

The blinding lightning vanished; what the Blood Soul had drawn in was merely wisps of black miasma—not the true body of the evil soul.

The commotion at the door had awakened all the guests in the inn; residents stumbled out of their rooms, disheveled, peering out to inquire about the disturbance. When Lan Ziyi spoke, everyone turned to look.

Wang You said nothing from start to finish, simply feeding Xia Yunzhi bite after bite. Only when she finished the entire bowl of noodles did he wipe her mouth with a handkerchief and help her lie down to rest.

She rolled her eyes at him, her gaze falling on his wound. Though he truly brought it upon himself, though he was truly despicable, shameful, and hateful, she somehow couldn’t refuse him—because right now, being with him felt easy, letting her briefly forget her troubles.