Chapter 201: Night of Terror in the Theater

Seeing this note, Wu Wang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He had thought this dungeon truly gave no clues at all, forcing players to improvise and make things up.

Now it seems the important clues or items players need do exist.

Perhaps the Clown feared others would detect his shaman identity, yet did not want certain inherited techniques to be lost.

So he hid scrolls recording those techniques in places not easily noticed by others, even if they were found.

After a moment, when Jin Xi had adapted to the blinding light, she slowly opened her eyes; however, the instant she opened them, rain suddenly began to fall.

Xing Yu knew the Car-Destroying Demon had already participated in several editions, and now it was his turn; since he claimed this was a secret weapon, it should be correct. Xing Yu was especially curious and wanted to open it immediately to take a look.

"Don't cry?" Her voice was very, very soft, as if it would scatter with a single breath, and very gentle, like cotton, lacking its usual cold sharpness.

"But none of us are as injured as you; your steel plate hasn't even been removed yet." Wu Shimao still said uneasily, though at this moment, there was no anger left in his heart; he also knew that once Xing Yu made a decision, it was hard for anyone to change.

Fist and palm collided, and a wail immediately rang out; what surprised everyone around was that the one wailing was not Wang Tianling, but that burly man, who was now painfully clutching his right arm, his face pale as paper, deep fear revealed in his eyes.

At this moment, everyone's expressions were stunned; they did not understand what connection these two matters had, yet someone still spoke out.

The Dark Holy King, who had just controlled the entire situation and believed he could manipulate Feng Yu Zhenren, was now in a frenzy of emotion; after shouting harshly, fierce flames burst forth one after another from his body.

"Spirit beast footprints." Wang Tianling's sword eyebrows furrowed slightly; these footprints were obviously left by a massive spirit beast, indicating that Maple Forest City was not without spirit beasts coming to invade.

Moreover, it was not simple disguise, but rather spending some time to act out the two people's "history of disability evolution"; compared to that, the final confrontation between the two was unimportant.

Mu Qing waved her hand, and Zhou Hao, who had just entered the door, led the security guards up, dragging him out the door like a dead dog.

His companions who came out with him were being slaughtered; the one-sided battle situation could be judged even just by the sounds.

Huangfu Qi signaled with his eyes, telling Yan Ling not to speak, fearing she would anger Tiemuer and the others.

"Alright, I won't blame you for this." Zhao Hua glanced at me, obviously still somewhat angry.

And the price of this medium-grade Lingxi Heavenly Jade was not cheap; it used a full five thousand sect contribution points, consuming half of what he had just earned.

"Damn it!" Yin Tianchou had intended to change this plot, but he didn't expect it still happened; now Yin Tianchou was furious, directly throwing a punch, unleashing the second form of the "Eight Extremes Fist," Five Mountains Pointing to Heaven Cone; his entire body's protective qi accompanied by immense power directly smashed into Murong Fu.

Only saw the ancient zither in the air glow brilliantly, the mottled lacquer beginning to peel off, revealing uniform, translucent new lacquer, and its shape gradually changing.

"Alright, you may leave; this is not something you can touch." Ye Qingfeng waved his hand and said.

However, from his tone and expression, everyone present had already seen that indeed, he was the one who did it.

"What does 'follow me' mean? What exactly do you mean? Can you be more specific?" Chen Hao pretended to be stupid.

The caravan stopped before the General's Mansion; one person descended from the carriage at the very front; everyone recognized him as the General's Mansion's Second Young Master, the former Jade-Faced General, now the Protector of the State Marquis, Sang Jinyang.

"Could it be that all those secret chambers in Prime Minister Tu's mansion are empty?" Cen Jingyu tightly pinched the jade cup with two fingers like jade; he simply did not believe that Prime Minister Tu would have not a single problem.