Chapter 180: 177. The Dead Man

177. The Dead Man’s Hand (1/1)

Outside the window.

The pattern on the man’s T-shirt was identical to the one on the corpse Momo was wearing on the autopsy table.

Although the forensic room’s window had been wiped spotless, the man’s face outside appeared strangely blurred.

Song Jia could sense no emotion in his gaze—only a fixed, unblinking stare at the corpse on the autopsy table.

In that instant, Song Jia knew what the man outside was:

“A Yinsheng Ghost.”

“So you kidnapped Mu Qing?” Bai Lichen’s fury surged—he wanted to kill them all.

Wang Minjuan’s jaw nearly dropped. She felt she was talking to an adult.

Moreover, the purity of the source energy here had matched or even surpassed that of the heat wave’s source energy; for cultivation, this place was more than sufficient.

“Why is the Weird Aunt here again?” Meng Zhicheng strode over, looking down at Zeng Guiyi with condescension.

“You don’t need to greet me like this,” the model said helplessly.

Perhaps it was her, standing before the church, drenched in rain, pleading for Gu Tingchen not to leave—so fragile, so heartrending.

I tugged his sleeve; he rolled onto his side beside me, his fingers lightly tracing my smooth cheek.

Qiao Mu dodged Liu Erdong, got out of bed, opened her suitcase, and began rummaging through her clothes and daily essentials.

Song Wanning put it away and stepped out—then someone crept in stealthily, and before they even touched anything, they were caught.

This “Cao” character rune was unlike any before: at first glance, the rune’s inner world held only rain and dew, with no trace of other energies—its upright, unyielding nature resembled a judge of the mortal realm, wielding a sword to execute justice, severing evil and purging all dark thoughts.

She lifted her gaze and saw Feiyu standing a zhang away, advancing step by step, his Yaomei face curled in a hauntingly alluring smile, yet his eyes radiated a bone-chilling chill.

The words Bai Huo had spoken at the Prince’s gate led him to believe Nan Gong Lie wanted him to explain something to Gu Rui.

All ancient martial cultivators knew that one must not be disturbed during a breakthrough; everyone quietly withdrew, forming a circle roughly five meters in radius around him.

The next instant, a clear, piercing three-note high pitch exploded across the stage like a meteor streaking through the night sky.

From the release of college entrance exam scores to the end of university applications, those five days left countless parents and students utterly frazzled.

Lin Xuer Er waved gently—the table and chairs in the private room nearly overturned from the sword qi; the others rushed forward to shield the computer monitors from falling, and Lin Xuer Er quickly stopped.

Just as the host thought the commentary segment was over, Feng Yueqiu suddenly picked up the microphone and signaled to the host.

Song Fei leaned close to Huo Jingtian’s ear and whispered a few words; Huo Jingtian’s mouth dropped open in shock as he stared incredulously at Gu Hao, who suddenly felt a strange wave of dread.

“It probably wasn’t Zi Luo Xian—he had no reason to lie. But where did the people on the ship go?” Gu Hao murmured to himself.

“It won’t work here—you need a place to heal!” Tian Xuan Ji lifted Tian Gu Yun and carried him into the forest.

After much hesitation, I finally remembered to attend to the matter—I told my grandmother to quickly bring out the dragon scale so we could examine it closely for secrets.

Fang Yan frowned and subtly inquired about mining yuan stones, but the senior brother couldn’t answer any of his questions. With no choice, he gave up and walked away.

I was annoyed, pulled the blanket over my head, and tried to sleep again—but Bai Kai’s voice grew louder.

Sweat dripped from my forehead onto my nose—not from fear, but sheer tension, because when they heaved the coffin just now, I distinctly heard a guttural, straining growl, confirming they were alive.