Having magic really makes things convenient.

Returning to the island, Qin Yue ran the surveillance and saw Wu Renxing undergoing treatment.
Oh, that’s normal—after all, they couldn't just let him die now. He who lives in misery is better off dead, hehe~
She hadn’t expected this man to be as heartless as his name suggested, Qin Yue frowned.
Adjusting the camera angle, she noticed a little girl frightening Wu Renxing.
Well... since she had cast a restriction spell, and they weren't afraid she might kill anyone, it didn’t really matter.
She reached out her hand.
Logically, anyone appearing in the underground morgue should be hospital staff, but since prior arrangements had been made, who would accidentally stumble into an underground morgue?
Jing Moxuan’s lips curved into a smirk as he looked at Han Shuier. “Shuier, since when did you start calling me by my name?” he teased her playfully.
A tremendous explosion roared out, drowning the screams of all the brothers in the Iron Blood Gang. Instantly, ripples of dust billowed across the surface, wave after wave.
As for the gangs who had rushed to help, they had already left, inviting everyone to a celebration banquet that evening. Many vowed to attend, so the life players of Iron Blood were all busy—not at the system’s grand tavern, for life players never lacked chefs, much less top chefs.
“Is that so? He sure thought that through carefully,” Ye Li nodded, though a strange feeling crept over him. It wasn’t until nightfall that he suddenly remembered—Qin Lang had clearly said it was a last-minute decision to go to Hong Kong that day. But if it was decided at noon, why had he handed out red envelopes so early?
“Meow meow...” Qianji pouted. It had been searching for a spark of fire, but unfortunately never found one—not even a flickering ember.
“Achoo... it hurts so much!” Ye Changdao was the first to fall, and one by one others tumbled down behind him. Some even fell on Ye Changdao himself, almost causing him to spit up blood.
“As long as I treat Mother’s son well, Mother will always be my mother; she will never belong to someone else,” Mo Fusang said confidently with a smile.
“Why don’t we try looking in those sects?” Beimang found it strange. They had recently searched many famous places but never once went to the sects to find Cang Yuan.
Suddenly, dazzling white lights flashed in the dim basement, waking Song Kaishun from his beast-like stupor. He suddenly realized how shameless he had been, as if touched by a branding iron. He immediately got up and jumped away.
As soon as Dorag arrived, Vlad noticed him. This man, who should have been full of swagger, now looked timid and lacked his former confidence.
Liang Lvzhu’s gaze lingered on the brows, her hand twitching as if wanting to reach out and adjust them. But meeting Zhao Yujin’s stern, unyielding face, she shivered and snapped back to attention.
At that moment, the distant wail of sirens pierced the air. The restaurant owner and his wife were startled and quickly looked toward the noise. Several police cars were driving their way and soon slowly stopped at the restaurant’s entrance.
Even though he had abandoned that mad plan, Mr. Zepha’s stance toward pirates remained unchanged. This man had always fought for the justice in his heart—a true enemy of pirates.
Upon hearing this, Ye Xunhuan recited a spell. A beam of holy light focused intensely on the slender, delicate fingers of the Yaksha clan lord.
With that, Zowa tossed the photo to Blade, not even bothering to hand it over properly but disrespectfully flinging it onto the ground. Then he leapt up and left the hall through the “skylight.”
In her mind, Xia Ying would surely support her for the sake of appearances, giving her the chance to accuse Xia Ying of guilt.
Although Jiujiu’s explanation was clear: it was simply “not wanting to disrupt Qin Yi’s normal work,” so Qin Yi was no longer allowed to continue.