Chapter 237: Messenger, Meeting

Several days later, a raw iron coffin nearly an inch thick was dragged into the grand prison.

Zhao Ti ordered soldiers to place the coffin in the center of the cell, then had Murong Longcheng carried inside.

This iron coffin was cast from a mold freshly fired by the Military Equipment Supervision, with seven small air holes on the lid, arranged in the pattern of the Big Dipper.

He gazed for a moment at Murong Longcheng inside the coffin, then said, “Bring paper and ink.”

The jailer was about to turn away when he added, “No, Guangzu will go—return to the Wang Fu.”

To be honest, Wei Bo simply could not believe that King Iskandar had actually succeeded in ordering by mail.

“Why?! Why do you refuse and reject this?! Colonel He Gu, you must explain clearly!”

Yet the handsome young man Xia Dong paid no attention to the onlookers; seeing Li Yang try to pass him, he reached out directly and grabbed at her waist pouch.

At this moment, in a conference room at Naval Headquarters, the Navy’s highest-level meeting was underway, its atmosphere utterly silent.

Li Si sighed helplessly; he had never anticipated so many events unfolding, nor had they expected such a cascade—far beyond anything they had imagined.

Her cave dwelling was small, consisting of only two stone chambers; the inner one served as both storage and sleeping quarters, while she usually meditated and cultivated in the outer room.

On the other side, the monkey and the bear were feasting heartily; to animals, human aesthetics were naturally incomprehensible.

Neither the demon nor the immortal before him was a match for him—he would remain a passive observer, waiting for the moment most advantageous to himself.

Being master of Hu Yi Men was undoubtedly glorious, but Hu Ximei felt those days fleeing beside Lian Haiping had been the most thrilling and vibrant of her life.

“Comrades, fellow soldiers, farewell. Hold fast to your convictions, keep fighting—victory will surely be ours! Goodbye, my beloved comrades and soldiers.” With that, he shook hands one by one with County Commissioner Lu and others, then turned and marched out with head high, bearing himself with solemn righteousness.

The taxi driver was a genuine native of Nanyang, decent-looking, warm-hearted, and a chatterbox—but he charged a bit too much. Liu Yanbo didn’t mind, though; this trip was on official expenses, and money was the last thing he worried about.

Only when a palm slammed heavily onto the table, producing a sharp “crack,” did he snap back to awareness.

He spoke rapidly, outlining his relationship with Yue Xian and Mo Yun, and briefly recounted what had happened since his arrival in Wu Tian Yu, explaining why the two had suddenly appeared.

Long ago, due to certain special circumstances, the true elites of humanity, demons, and the demonic race all entered the Dark Abyss—and not one has escaped in all these years.

Upon hearing Lin Yunfei say this, the boy stiffened, his face filled with shock.

Although Sui Xiaotian had enough strength to pull his arm free, the towering chest always held him spellbound; thus he kept struggling, trying to increase the friction.

Clearly, due to long disuse, this place had accumulated so much spiritual qi that upon entering, he could not suppress his realm and automatically ascended to Heavenly Immortal.

Seeing Luo An finish his tea, Yun Huan’s alluring face grew even more seductive; she sat down not far before him and began chattering aimlessly.

She had reacted instinctively, and Ning Qinghong noticed—his deliberate choice of address was not lost on him.

“You two are worlds apart—I can’t imagine what your child would be like,” Tian Xing joked.

As the slaughter continued, the air grew thick with the stench of blood and brutality, leaving the captives utterly numb—mechanically advancing, kneeling, bowing their heads, then feeling the cold kiss of the blade at their necks.