Chapter 30

After leaving the police station, Dou Zhanlong returned to the Bu family villa. A question had been lingering in his mind: who could the mysterious person be who had suddenly and stealthily acquired half of the shares in the Qin family's business?

Charlie sighed, explaining that he had reasons for keeping it a secret. He said that Zhou Sheng, being wealthy, had once met Z and obtained her contact information. Ever since then, Zhou Sheng had been pestering her.

The onlookers couldn't help but twitch their lips. She was putting on quite a performance; anyone unaware of her true character would certainly have been fooled.

There were four rooms in total on the second floor. The doors were locked, and the windows were covered with newspaper, obscuring the view from the outside. However, this didn't pose a challenge to him. A lock from the last century like this could be opened with nothing more than a card, slid diagonally into the door frame gap to push the latch back.

Yun Gao is a businessman; if he is involved in any criminal activity, it is likely economic in nature. I intend to approach the investigation from that angle. However, I am not prioritizing that; my main focus will be the Sansong Temple.

Many ancient sages believed that the round heaven and square earth formed a massive formation, with all things acting as chess pieces. The path of cultivation was to transform the power of heaven and earth into one's own, breaking the formation to achieve eternity. Consequently, some sages had a whimsical idea: if heaven and earth were a formation that could evolve all things, why couldn't living beings borrow the power of formations to evolve heaven and earth?

After a moment of thought, Dou Zhanlong let out a long sigh and began to cultivate according to the ancient martial arts methods taught to him by his master, Weichen.

The clattering sound was incessant as the plates and bowls on the table fell to the floor, creating a chaotic mess. Su Xintian’s expression was exaggerated; she was actually trying to force Fang Rou to lose her temper. She pretended to be startled, clutching Xu Bonian’s hand tightly and huddling beside him, looking pitiful.

Mother Qiu was furious at her brother-in-law’s behavior. They were the younger branch of the family and had essentially left with nothing; they had even cut ties back in their hometown. How could it be that when the old lady passed away, no one else took charge, leaving her family to bear the entire burden?

Upon hearing the words of Old Master Jiang, Zhao Shuyan and Fang Haibo were brimming with joy—even happier than if he had praised them for having a virtuous appearance. This was the mentality of parents.

Pan Zhen’an had intended to say something about the Emperor’s thoughtful consideration, but he swallowed his words and quickly went to find Duan Kui to entrust him with the matter.

The world where the crimson and black figures intertwined was filled with terrifying whistling sounds, yet nothing could be seen with the naked eye. The whistling came from all directions, some from very far away and some from very close, as if chaotic raindrops were falling from the sky.

She heard people outside shouting that there was a fire. She threw on a robe and ran out, only to see the side courtyard to her left engulfed in roaring flames, as if it intended to burn the entire government office to the ground.

More than ten minutes had passed since Cui Sen’s first call, and he estimated that Cui Sen would call again in another ten minutes or so.

With May approaching, the weather was turning warmer, and the arrival of summer was imminent. Many people had put away their thick clothing and began to wear lighter garments. Consequently, the corpses that had previously littered the roadsides were gone; at this time, one could survive on even the simplest wild herbs and vegetables.

Although He Chonghuan was warm and welcoming at the table, there were many things that were inconvenient to say in front of outsiders. Yang Gu, who knew He Chonghuan’s mind perfectly, waited until they had finished three rounds of drinks and were familiar with the instructor before pulling him to the next room to have tea. The instructor, not being a fool, understood the situation and followed Yang Gu out.

Just as Yin Feng was about to see the hazy image more clearly, it suddenly shattered, dissolving into tiny specks of light.

“Thank you, my lord!” Yang Xu turned and left. The incense money had been delivered, and as for which Bodhisattva would manifest, that was hard to say. But the credit for this achievement was surely his.

Higher ratings naturally meant more advertising revenue. Of course, if they were too low, they would have to compensate the clients.

If Concubine Yao’s pregnancy remained stable and she gave birth to a plump, healthy prince, the Emperor would have nothing to worry about. Concubine Yao’s status in the palace would rise with the tide, and by then, it was likely that even the Empress wouldn't be able to touch her.

“It sounds like thunder...” The handsome youth, not knowing what to do, also noticed the sudden sound and looked up at the sky.

They were all surprised, as none of them had expected that the three of them would ever have the chance to sit together. The atmosphere seemed somewhat difficult to endure; none of them knew what to say.

“Eve said they took her yacht. Given its speed, although it’s quite dangerous, there is still hope.” No sooner had Ling Ming finished speaking than an unusual commotion was heard outside the window.

The darkness instantly devoured the soul, and no matter how much it struggled, it was to no avail; it could not escape the invasion of the dark. It felt as if one had fallen into a bottomless abyss, filled with despair.

“Good...” Ling Baolu instinctively wanted to praise the beauty of the fireworks, but before she could finish, Qi kissed her lips.

Lian Rong smiled and, mimicking his movements, began to undo the buttons on his shirt, one by one, until they were all undone.

She had originally wanted to send a WeChat message to Sheng Shi to tell him she had arrived, but she was afraid it would seem like she was rushing him, so she quietly flipped through the menu, waiting for him.

“No, eat a little with me.” At that moment, Ling Jiajia realized she couldn't refuse Gu Weiran.

However, after holding that pose for a long time, Xia Yenuo finally spoke. Hao Xin, fearing that Xia Yenuo was about to scold her, closed her eyes in fright, but upon hearing what Xia Yenuo said, she was left speechless.

The figure in the white robe seemed to have suddenly remembered something; without wasting any more words on Luo Fusheng, he drifted straight back to the door.

The four of them had become much sturdier than before, and each of them had tanned significantly, with smiles on their faces.

The third chief said, “The mountain road is difficult to travel. Let’s head up early and try to return to the tribe before dark.”