Chapter 53: The Death of the Construction Site Chairman

“See, it’s a good thing we came to check. You have a gastric hemorrhage. If it’s not treated properly, it’ll leave lasting problems,” Chen He said to Fang Wenxuan as they walked out of the doctor’s office.

Fang Wenxuan remained silent. No wonder he’d felt some pain—there really was bleeding. Thinking about it, it all started with that kick from Lin Hui. Fang Wenxuan’s heart felt heavy; had he really become so unlikable that people treated him this way?

“Wenxuan, why don’t you apply for a transfer? It’s not like there’s only one detective squad. I remember Captain Li from the traffic division said several squads wanted you. I think that Lin fellow is just afraid you’ll outshine him in solving cases and steal his thunder, so now he’s making things difficult for you at every turn,” Chen He said as they walked.

Meanwhile, White Wolf continued his experiment. Time passed, the sun set, and the fog grew thicker. By the time the bright moon hung in the sky, the entire riverbank was shrouded in gray mist. The goblins who lingered there watched the spreading fog in terror, at a loss for what to do.

Under the guidance of the three chieftains, Yuliuming surveyed the devastation left after the three tribe camps had been raided.

As the mainstream faith of the Western world, the Church of JD had undergone two great schisms in history, each deeply rooted in regional and political backgrounds.

With a roar, the Boulder Bear climbed to its feet and swung a massive paw. But the knife-wielding youth had already retreated, and the blow missed.

The Ethiopian Plateau and the East African Highlands are two entirely separate geographic entities.

But White Wolf didn’t stop; he still wanted to try physical attacks. Perhaps this creature had high magical defense but low physical defense?

The official explanation, declared by a host of so-called experts across the media, was that the previous strange celestial phenomena were merely a once-in-millennia meteor shower, coupled with earthquakes caused by continental drift—certainly not any nonsense about the end of the world.

Xiao Dalin, Grand Shaman and Southern Court King of the Great Liao Empire, once wielded immense power in Western Liao.

Sensing the boundless wealth of the Ancient Azure Star, the supreme rulers of the major universes were all tempted and secretly began their campaigns to conquer it.

“I’m not really sure. The chieftain told me that I should be around a hundred years old this year!” Huang Yongchao grew sorrowful as he spoke of it. As an experimental elf, he had no idea of his actual age.

The Void Ring possesses its own spiritual realm. In addition to a complete living space, it actually contains twelve heavens.

With an annual “Songfan Subsidy” of sixty taels, and the temptation of being put on the promotion shortlist upon return, more than ten people from the Xuantan Palace immediately volunteered for the assignment.

Master Zhou let Zhao Ran stare absentmindedly by the pond and called Su Chuanyao over. She had already heard Su Chuanyao’s complaints during the meeting, and now she engaged her in casual conversation.

So time drifted by in a daze, until at last the final part arrived—the host, brimming with enthusiasm, invited the owner of the hotel to the stage for a speech.

Someone tried to venture into the formation, but suddenly a piece of underwear was thrown over his head. Startled, he yanked it off and hurriedly retreated, stashing it away.

This meant that every time a vampire was permanently slain, Night Song’s attributes would decrease. But to Blood Owl, this seemed insignificant.

Though she appeared drunk, Ha Ji-won was actually watching closely. Her heart sank as she glanced at Baek Ji-young, who had just approached. The two exchanged a look, then turned in unison to Sung Si-kyung.

At this, Riho Fukazawa clearly sensed a catch in Yaslan Tiklo’s voice.

She cast a suspicious glance at Rong Yin. That girl had been saved by the Young Marshal in Tianjin, and now again in the countryside—twice in a row. Could such coincidences really happen?

In the afternoon, Qu Ning and Chi Yan took Dongfang Jing’s large ship to the island. When they arrived, the battle was still raging.

The others seemed perfectly calm, as if Lin Xiu-ying had just stepped out for an errand and come back—nothing at all to be surprised about.