Chapter 201: The Haunted Theater Night

When Wu Wang saw the note, he finally let out a breath of relief.

He had feared that this copy truly gave no clues at all, forcing players to improvise blindly.

Now it seemed the important clues or items players needed still existed.

The clown may have feared others discovering his shaman identity, yet didn't want to lose certain ancestral techniques.

So he hid scrolls recording these techniques where others would hardly notice—even if found,

Moments later, when Jin Xi adjusted to the blinding light, she slowly opened her eyes, but the instant she did, rain began to fall.

Xing Yu knew the Car Destroyer had participated in several previous rotations; since he called it a secret weapon, it must be real, and Xing Yu was intensely curious, eager to open it right away.

"Not gone?" Her voice was extremely soft, as if a breath could scatter it, gentle as cotton, devoid of its former chill.

"But none of us were injured as badly as you—your steel plates haven't even been removed yet," Wu Shimo still fretted, though his anger had vanished; he knew once Xing Yu made a decision, few could change it.

As fist met palm, a shriek rang out—and to everyone's shock, it wasn't Wang Tianling who screamed, but the burly man, who now clutched his right arm in agony, face pale, eyes filled with deep terror.

At this moment, everyone's expressions were stunned, unsure how these two events were connected, yet someone still spoke up.

The Dark King, who had just been in full control, convinced he could manipulate Feng Yuzhen, now surged with turbulent emotions; after roaring out his fury, flames erupted from his body, blazing fiercely one after another.

"Spirit beast footprints," Wang Tianling frowned slightly; these prints clearly came from a large spirit beast, proving Fenglin City had not been spared incursions.

And it wasn't mere disguise—it took time to perform their entire "disability evolution history"; Xiangbizhixia, their final confrontation became insignificant.

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

His companions beside him were being slaughtered; the one-sided battle could be judged even by sound alone.

Huangfu Qi signaled with his eyes for Yan Ling to stay silent, fearing she might anger Tie Muer and the others.

"Alright, I won't blame you for this," Zhao Hua glanced at me, still clearly annoyed.

And the price of this mid-grade Lingxi Tian Jade was steep—it cost him a full five thousand sect contribution points, draining half of his recent earnings.

"Damn it!" Yin Tianchou had intended to alter this plotline, but Meixiangdao it still happened; now he was furious, unleashing a punch with the second form of "Baji Quan"—Wuyue Chaotian Zhui—his entire Gang qi surged with immense force, slamming directly into Murong Fu's body.

The ancient guqin in midair blazed with radiant light; its patchy lacquer began peeling away, revealing a uniform, luminous new finish, its shape gradually shifting.

"Enough, you may leave—this is beyond your reach," Ye Qingfeng waved his hand and said.

Yet from his tone and expression, everyone present already realized it was indeed him who did it.

"What do you mean, 'whatever I want'? Can you be more specific?" Chen Hao feigned ignorance.

The convoy halted before the General's Mansion; a man stepped down from the lead carriage—everyone recognized him as the General's second son, once the Fair-Faced General, now the Guardian Marquis Sang Jinyang.

"Could it be that all those secret chambers in Tu Xiang's mansion are empty?" Cen Jingyu pinched his jade cup between two slender, jade-like fingers; he refused to believe Tu Xiang had no secrets whatsoever.