Chapter 124: The Frame-Up
“Truly remarkable—it really is that Wang Xiaomin,” Ouyang Zhuo said, his admiration for Shu Yiming growing even stronger.
Hearing their conversation, Wan Chaoyang couldn’t help but feel puzzled. He asked with confusion, “What exactly are you talking about? What does this have to do with me?”
“You’ve been poisoned. Didn’t you see Ji Xiaoxiao? Those were just illusions...”
Yet, a bullet tore through the man in the black robe and struck the rock behind him. Not a single drop of blood splattered. Lone Wolf froze in disbelief. He was sure he had hit—and even penetrated—the target. Why, then, did it have no effect?
The jade and stone merchant instinctively glanced at Wei Ying, clearly hoping he might say something to help.
In Yu Guiyuan’s heart, questions still lingered. How did the wronged skeleton come to be? What kind of malevolent spirit was it? Throughout the trials it had endured, countless hardships crossed, the Five Defilements Illusion represented something profound—the essence of reality and illusion. The scenery within the illusion was symbolized by the Zen character for “form.”
A cautious gaze swept over the young man’s ethereal visage, whose countenance was as exquisitely handsome as a crowned jade. Lin Han felt an inexplicable shock within but forced himself to suppress the rising doubts, maintaining an expression of calm as he spoke.
“Red Moon, fall back first. There are too many people here. Continuing to fight won’t be to our advantage,” Ye Xian said into the earpiece.
The middle-aged doctor was utterly baffled by the scene. Could Lin Feng possibly be related to his own brother? His brother had never shown him such courtesy.
Yang Qing blinked, her eyes filled with panic and fear, tinged with a touch of weary distress and helplessness.
Lin Feng slowly ascended into the sky, already gripping the God-Slaying Sword. Without a word, he struck at Yuan Shi with a single, decisive slash.
Learning of Bai Shu’s intention, Xiong Yuxuan didn’t even ask why Bai Shu was descending into the abyss and immediately agreed—saving Bai Shu the trouble of fabricating an excuse.
The mound suddenly stopped moving, and the next moment, a living man leapt out—none other than Qu Zhongjian.
They halted before Nian Yichen, who looked at the three with a faint smile playing on his lips.
She did not want to recall that nightmarish evening. She had thought she could forget, but the arrival of this child once again stirred the despair and near-death hopelessness she had once felt.
The great forest shrouded in darkness exuded an eerie aura. A crescent moon hung in the sky, casting a dim and faint light. The rustling of leaves in the breeze echoed ceaselessly, heightening the spine-chilling terror that permeated the night.
“I’m already on your list of suspects. How could I possibly yield now?” Nian Yichen said calmly.
Su Mi didn’t even need to look to know who it was. She closed her eyes in resignation. What a cursed fate—to return and immediately encounter such an odd pair.
Even if she had deceived the baby, the child’s sudden loud crying was far too delayed in reaction.
“Hide! Hide!” Jin Ying shouted. In the rush, she could only use the talisman cloth on her body to form a makeshift protective formation. Combined with Jin Shiyuan’s golden net outside, it was at least somewhat sturdy.
This devotion had even earned praise from many. Dongfang Youyu held great respect for the Grand Master, but upon reflection, immediately dismissed this idea.
Before they could reach the embankment, a surge of turbulent waves suddenly rose and poured over it toward them.
“Cough, cough...” Yuanbao couldn’t help but cough upon hearing his wife’s words.
“Really? You mean Sun Yanjie, Old Sun? It can’t be that Old Sun, can it?” Zhao Jingwen said, full of surprise and delight.
After speaking, Lü Pingchuan began asking Nanfeng about his experiences over the years. Before Nanfeng could reply, a soldier dressed just like Lü Pingchuan hurried over and summoned him back, saying that Lord Li was about to depart for the mansion.