Chapter Twenty-Three: A Joint Investigation

At ten in the morning, Yin Nian came to the hotel room and knocked on Yuan Yin’s door.

The night before, Yin Nian had stayed with her there until after one in the morning, leaving only after Yuan Yin had finally calmed down.

Though Yin Nian had already won Yuan Yin’s trust, Yuan Yin still had not spoken of her secret. Clearly, what she feared most was not the secret itself, but the telling of it. She did not have the courage to remember or face those things, and so she could not bring herself to speak.

Soon, the door opened. Yuan Yin stood inside, taut with nerves, her eyes bloodshot.

“How did you sleep last night?” Yin Nian stepped inside and closed the door behind her.

“I only fell asleep this morning…” Yuan Yin wrung her hands. “I’m a little worried. I think maybe I should go home…”

Tang Ming, who could recover his strength endlessly and unleash terrifying fire arrows without end, was someone Maya Yuxuan had no choice but to fear.

Lord Lao felt this might be the most awkward and inescapably difficult predicament of his entire life.

The herbivorous dragon stretched its head through Kida’s window. Its keen nose sniffed a few times, and it immediately found what it had come for.

At once, a red gleam flickered between the old man’s brows, spreading as though it were about to burst through his entire body.

The Heavenly Soul stood proudly in midair, his body seething with brilliant golden light and aura.

As he spoke, the man suddenly moved. With a sharp blow of his hand, he struck Yang Yuxuan on the neck and knocked her out cold.

Rose blinked her beautiful eyes, her lovely and enchanting bearing making it hard for anyone to refuse her request.

Meanwhile, Zihan sat in silent cultivation, waiting, though even he did not know for what. At times, he and Qing Luo were together, and for him it seemed all was already enough. Even if he could battle heaven and earth with heroic spirit, it could not compare to the tenderness of being with Qing Luo at this moment.

Not long after, the two took advantage of the guards’ shift change and slipped inside. Winding left and right through the complex terrain of the Heart-Secret Manor, they moved like two fish through water, skirting artificial hills and streams. Liu Qian frowned, watching the guards patrolling back and forth not far away.

She got back up, wincing from the fall. Her hand hurt somewhat from the impact. But right now she had no mind for the injury. She looked at Lin Tai; those cannibalistic eyes shone with a dim, ghostly light in the dark night, and his enormous figure loomed over her, enveloping her completely.

With that, he walked toward the cabin. The sisters of the Lin family naturally followed behind him. After taking a few steps, Lin Ziyao looked back at Feng Xinyi, giving her a complicated smile that seemed mocking, seemed teasing, and yet also seemed comforting.

Or perhaps she should tell her the truth, let her know what she was facing, and involve her more in her own life.

Yun Moyu blinked, not knowing how to answer. Say she had lost her memory? This man, who looked wicked at first glance, would not be thinking of selling her, would he?

Mei Qingli narrowed her eyes and suddenly thought that the Fourfold Forgetfulness of Dust had probably already eroded his mind. If that was so, then who in the world had planted such a thing within him?

About three minutes later, the old lady emerged from behind the curtain, holding three carefully wrapped blue roses.

Immediately, Long Teng turned his gaze away and no longer looked at the mysterious things behind those white doors. After all, in places like that, if one did not know what lay inside and entered rashly, one might die without ever understanding how.

The fat man spoke with lively detail, but Yun Feibai only frowned, because he had never heard of any cultivation method that allowed the dead to live again.

The nine great sects of the Southern Domain had never had much contact in ordinary times, so the disciples had no real ties with one another. Ying Chuan had never met Mu Wuyan or Ruan Tianfu before, and naturally he did not recognize them.

He snapped his fingers, but the snap did not ring; it only made the sound of two slabs of fat rubbing together.

“Madam, your humble servant has come to pay her respects,” said Aunt Du respectfully, which startled Gao Shiman. She thought to herself that no one flatters without a reason, and that when things are too courteous, they are either treacherous or thieving. This Aunt Du had always ignored her; on the very day Madam Shen died, she had even pointed at her nose and cursed her. So what was this now? Had she taken the wrong medicine?

“Good! Now that’s a real man!” the bald man laughed approvingly. He planted one foot on the tea table and stepped onto Liang Yuanzhe’s head. “Judging by those words of yours, today I’ll only take one of your fingers.” As he spoke, he brought his hand down like a blade and brutally chopped off Liang Yuanzhe’s right index finger.