Chapter 60: The Human Bones of Du River (1)

After the lunch break, Fu Yuan followed Wang Fugui to the police station, where Guo Yu and the others were still discussing matters.

Fu Yuan browsed her phone messages and saw a notification from a contact saved as "Tang Meng's Mother."

Tang Meng was the little girl from a little over a month ago, whose father, Tang Dongfa, had even given her a gift. Before leaving, she and Tang Meng's mother had exchanged WeChat contacts.

"Hello, Dr. Fu. My son was discharged from the hospital today. When do you have time? Let's have dinner together this weekend..."

Aside from these... the rest were all pictures of Liu Nanfeng working out at home in various poses without a shirt, displaying his muscles in a way that could cause a nosebleed. Of course, having seen them too many times, there was nothing unusual about them anymore.

"Aren't you always this clumsy?" Liu Nanfeng grabbed her foot with one hand while playing with her phone with the other.

The opposing Dragoon slowly lowered his faceplate, and Qi Yunfei's face lit up with joy. It seemed this Dragoon was ready to give up resistance and intended to surrender by removing his armor. However, to Qi Yunfei's surprise, once the Dragoon lowered his faceplate, it revealed a face full of mocking smirks, and he burst into boisterous laughter.

This... considering her humble position and minor influence, what kind of status did this noble lady hold? How could she ever dare to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with her?

Ignoring Du Bei's thinly veiled sarcasm, Zhuo Jin looked at the raw stone in front of him and casually voiced the common understanding of jade.

Hearing that Lin Chen was going to pay, Third Brother burst into laughter. Qi Bingqiang wore an expression of extreme embarrassment, while Dong Shanshan's classmates—except for Zhou Na, her boyfriend, and Zhang Han sitting in the car—all wore expressions of disdain and mockery.

If Blood Shadow were truly angered, she genuinely had the ability to blow their heads off with a single shot. She was not nearly as easygoing as Lin Chen.

Regarding the so-called token of gratitude given by Wang Xuyang, Su Wannian felt it was a veiled attempt to hint at something to her, yet she deeply resented Wang Xuyang's approach.

Zhang Yongde paced back and forth inside the grand hall, feeling immensely troubled and distressed. This simply exceeded his understanding.

Everyone was well aware of the identity of this elderly steward. It was said that he had once been the Prince's personal bodyguard, braving life and death alongside the Prince for many years. Of the Prince's earliest elite bodyguard unit, only this single person remained. The Prince treated him like a brother, and he now managed all affairs of the Southern Suppression Prince's Estate.

Fortunately, Han Shui'er timed it perfectly. The moment she scrambled onto the streetcar, the doors closed shut. Seeing Han Shui'er escape by streetcar, the three pursuers, out of breath and exhausted, were overcome with frustration and stamped their feet in anger.

"You guessed correctly. Xiao Zimo is my man; I was the one who sent him to the Bai family." Jing Moxuan's lips curved upward into a smug expression.

Before the vanguard soldiers could return fire, the sound of gunfire like popping beans suddenly erupted through the village. Bullets flew out from every window, striking the vanguard squad, who had nowhere to hide on the raised footpath of the paddy field. Over a dozen vanguard soldiers fell in pools of blood.

Seeing that Li Nan truly could not hold his liquor, Liu Long called off the drinking session and had someone escort Li Nan back to his room to sleep.

Niu Gensheng wondered: What ghost festival is it today? Why is my mind constantly singing in my dreams? Is there no originality at all? "Dreams are nonexistent to begin with, why mock the foolishness of worldly men?" "Wandering in dreams is inherently absurd?" "Bizarre things are nothing rare?" Niu Gensheng could not determine what he was dreaming about either; he only sang whatever he dreamed.

"What on earth is that...?" everyone murmured. In the sky, a fiery red object resembling a blazing flame was slowly burning. Seen from the air, it truly looked like the sun burning away, though regrettably, it was not the sun.

A face tinged with suppressed laughter suddenly appeared, and she found herself nestled in a warm embrace.

Jing Moxuan wrapped his arms around Han Shui'er's slender waist from behind and spun her around. He pressed one hand against the back of her head, forcing Han Shui'er to meet his gaze.

As for Yang Chen, he said nothing, but the deep bow he offered was even more respectful than that of a brother.

"The Proud Sword Manor truly lives up to its name as the number one manor under heaven, securely holding the supreme throne of the largest sect in the cultivation world. It commands a multitude of experts, yet for a single operation, it dispatches so many powerful cultivators. I wonder what the people of the world would think if they knew what this force has been up to?" With disappointment in his eyes, Yun Long retorted with direct sarcasm.

Liu Xie rubbed his bald head, "Stop groaning, Brother Bu. If the master doesn't show up soon, we're going to suffer a massive loss."

Hearing this, Liang Qiaoyun was somewhat reluctant, but she still dared not defy Liang Lingfeng. She walked into the house first to brew tea, while Liang Lingfeng led the others inside.

The young man smiled faintly after speaking, but then wiped away his tears with a desolate expression. Every bit of the young man's action was taken in by everyone present.

Looking at the desolate and quiet scene, the doorman of the Zhang residence, long accustomed to liveliness, could not help but sigh repeatedly. His most glorious era had already passed; where should he go from here?

Lying like this on the roof of an inn to gaze at the night sky was someone's newly discovered way of spacing out, right after sitting on steps to sunbathe.

At the same time, true and concrete elements would be added to the floating [Alchemy Diagram].

A slightly biting chill permeated the air; naturally, Zhuo Hang wanted close-quarters combat with Mu Zixuan, but Mu Zixuan refused to give him any opportunity to get close to her.

His unwillingness stemmed from the fact that he was inherently much more cautious than the seventh of the men in black, deeply understanding the truth that "a lion uses its full strength even when hunting a rabbit."

Therefore, when faced with the inquiries of Delni and Kars, Desai had no intention of hiding anything. He led the two of them into the blacksmith's workshop. The room was spacious, but appeared chaotic and cluttered; various wood shavings and metal scraps were piled everywhere, and two large barrels of animal fat leaned against the corner of the wall.

In the end, Lei truly forgot everything; he only felt his body sink into an exceptionally soft place while a very strange sensation surged through him. Finally, he drifted off to sleep just like that. When he woke up, he found that his lumbar spine could barely tolerate the pain of such indulgence.