Chapter 875: Welcome Home (3)

Believe me, Gray, there’s something wrong here.

United States, The Washington Post, inside a certain office.

After dumping a pile of documents and photos about Zhou Yi onto his boss’s desk, David Allison loosened his tie and pressed both hands on the desk, his eyes locked on his old friend who seemed rooted to his chair: “There’s definitely something wrong here—it’s absolutely a story worth digging into.”

I think Sy

As many had feared, when the gallery owners and antique dealers in Fontainebleau Town heard that Ye Tian had arrived, they all immediately frowned.

It was a bit noisy here; Su Yingmei spoke softly, and Ning Qilan didn’t catch her words clearly.

Just as I was leaving the room, Luojia walked in from outside; our eyes met, and I felt a pang in my chest—thinking of what Luojia had said to Long Xuan last night, and what followed, I truly didn’t understand what Luojia was thinking.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Ling Yang vanished into thin air; Li Hu stared in shock, feeling a sudden lightness in his hand—his tightly gripped Desert Eagle was now in Ling Yang’s grasp.

Therefore, considering Su Yingmei’s perspective, this was unfair to her.

“Enough, enough, no more talk—just spit it out!” He Deqing’s heart burned with urgency at the thought of Liu Mei’er; Jiang Yanfen watched him with a cold gaze, her smile gradually relaxing: “Only Second Sister-in-Law could find it—but…” Jiang Yanfen dragged out her voice, clearly struggling.

At Chen Daochang’s incense shop, it was already noon, so fewer people came to buy incense and candles; yet Chen Daochang was nowhere to be seen—only an old woman with white hair sat outside, selling incense and candles.

My blood churned violently; I couldn’t judge the Ghost Mask’s strength—was he at the Union Dao stage, or just one step away? But at the very least, the Ghost Mask was no weaker than any other Realm-Refining cultivator I knew—not even Long Xuan, whom I always admired, could compare.

I was startled—how did he know about the Obsidian Star-Turning Pearl? That artifact belonged to the Obsidian Sect; even more shocking, when he waved his hand, the Obsidian Star-Turning Pearl hovering above my head instantly flew into his grasp.

Recalling her disciple, who had vanished nearly a year ago, and her fiancé, Luo Tianyue’s heart grew complicated—perhaps they had perished in the thunder tribulation, or been ambushed during their vulnerable post-tribulation state and met an untimely end.

Overjoyed, Zhan Xiao tried to replicate the sensation he’d felt when Lian Chengjue had transferred internal energy to him, attempting to connect with the black crystal bead—but the moment he tried, sweat drenched his forehead, and the bead gave not the slightest reaction.

Kasa had been attacking for half an hour; the enemy hadn’t suffered a single hair damaged, but Kasa had expended considerable strength, leaving the ground around him in ruins.

Yao Xingji and Yao Tian were pinned down by two Soul Clan Grand Doushengs, their lives hanging by a thread under Hun Tiandi’s will—but they still refused to yield, spitting out a mouthful of saliva and snarling.

Since wealthy people had entered Pansi City, it was only a matter of time before every last coin was squeezed out of them.

Tai Hao was the son of the Abyss Dog King; the Abyss Dog King’s real name was Tai Di, the strongest among the Abyss Dog-Headed.

“Magic? What business is it of yours to care what we found? Why don’t you show us what you’ve found?” Ye Wan’er wasn’t afraid of him, retorting sarcastically.

Over four meters tall, fists the size of washbasins—ordinary in appearance, yet the terrifying power behind each punch shattered space; this was force beyond space’s breaking point, an unmatched surge of blood qi gathering in the fist as it slammed forward.

“Pfft, what’s your attitude? Don’t you want Bai Xue to get better? You heartless bastard.” Zhao Qian had been speaking without restraint these past few days.