Chapter 58: The Police Arrive to Make an Arrest

Wan Yan cast a spell to extract his memories, and Huhu immediately transformed them into video format.

“Hand the evidence directly to the police station and let him in,” Qin Yue ran said flatly, her tone unchanging, yet Huhu found her current demeanor unsettling.

“Also, destroy the murder weapon, but he must do it himself…”

Qin Yue Ran waved her hand gently, and the person who had fainted on the ground slowly opened his eyes and stood up. The surrounding barrier was also dispelled.

As the stone gate swung wide open, three white orbs of light were expelled one after another, hovering in front of Luo Hou.

With the status of being a disciple of the ancestor, Cui Hao traveled smoothly without obstruction. Eventually, in the valley, he met the ancestor once more. This time, instead of drinking in the Qingyun Pavilion, he casually lay on a reclining ox-shaped rock by the stream, thoroughly enjoying himself.

A fierce wall of flames suddenly erupted, igniting the corpses of the dog-eyed beneath the city wall into blazing infernos.

For others, this would be an intense, prolonged filming task, but for Nightlight, it was truly just a gourmet journey. Filming? That was merely a pastime after a meal.

For Jin Ru, Ao Cangsheng faced a heatwave as vast as the ocean, and problems soon followed. The hall contained almost nothing except for the items necessary for oil refining.

With nothing to do, Han Ye carefully examined the inn and discovered a back door. Pushing it open revealed a sea of blooming flowers.

Their basic information had certainly spread. The two main candidates who had not yet arrived—Cheng Yi and Kong Qing—were also on record.

Moye frowned more deeply with his eyes closed. The six dice in his mind grew increasingly blurred, replaced by the hateful face of Guan Yunchang and the bloody scene of that night when Bu Liang severed both his feet.

Nangong Muxue cursed silently at his family elders and elites, calling them fools, yet in truth, weren’t all of them as cunning as ghosts?

That day, one of the inspectors under the Northern Patrol Commissioner, an old Taoist with mid-level Golden Core cultivation, paced anxiously in a small quiet chamber.

“Upon seeing Lei Hu, he immediately began mocking sarcastically. Mo Mo, however, ignored him and continued to smile.”

But about Su Yian’s wedding night in bed, he dared not mention it to her—otherwise, she might faint from anger.

However, having inadvertently touched upon the mystery of his transmigration this time, Ye Feng was no longer so urgently focused on increasing his power.

“Withdraw the spirit activation opportunity and the lighter; store everything else in the system space,” Li Cheng said hurriedly, suppressing his excitement.

Lu Yan refused to call him “father.” This second order was a concession to the first. Besides, Lu Yan genuinely felt cold. Without a word, he turned and climbed the stairs.

After receiving the order, Shi Changting immediately returned to the camp and fully arranged the ambush. At dawn, the Japanese army indeed broke through from the southeast, intending to cross the Datong River and retreat to Han City. They were caught off guard by Zhong Nan and others waiting there. The Ming army launched a fierce assault, killing hundreds of the Japanese soldiers and drowning or capturing thousands more.

A Yuan inquired and learned that Xu Lingfeng hated with clenched teeth; there was no place more suitable for holding Yin Yi than the Safety Bureau’s prison.

Xu Zuoyan roughly understood Madam Zhong’s current feelings. Seeing how warmly she treated Ye Kaicheng, it seemed she truly intended, as Ye Kaicheng said, to side with him. After all, she knew Ye’s father, which offered a semblance of security.

Ye Xingtian was also startled. He originally wanted to scare Bai Zihua but was taken aback by Bai’s appearance. Bai Zihua was already very beautiful, yet Ye Xingtian was once again dazzled.

“What exactly do you want?” She had asked the man this question countless times, but he refused to respond.