Chapter 81: Deadly Poison Claims Two Lives at Once

“Ding ding ding.” As soon as Fang Wenxuan and Lin Hui got into the car, Lin Hui’s phone began to ring. Seeing that it was a call from Cheng Fei, Lin Hui answered immediately.

Noticing Lin Hui’s serious and focused expression, Fang Wenxuan knew at once that there must be new developments in the case. Sure enough, no sooner had Lin Hui hung up than Fang Wenxuan’s own phone rang—it was also Cheng Fei. As Fang Wenxuan answered, Lin Hui had already started the car and was driving off.

“This time it’s the hospital? Is it a medical dispute?” After he hung up, Fang Wenxuan glanced at Lin Hui and asked.

“I don’t know. We’ll see when we get there. But if the captain has called us directly, it’s definitely not just a medical dispute,” Lin Hui replied.

“Helheim is almost fully recovered. I’ll be able to return home next week,” Li Dai answered apologetically.

Without sufficient resistance, demon blood would cause one to lose control, to feel as if gripped by a frenzy, stripped of all sense of self.

She had also realized that we were probably not ordinary people. She grabbed onto Lu Hengchuan’s arm. “Master, can you help me? I’ll do anything you ask, anything at all!” Lu Hengchuan glanced at me, looking as pleased as a hunting dog that was the first to catch the prey, following the hunter on the chase.

Damn it, I’d already wondered back in the innkeeper’s room—after all, I’ve offended many people, and plenty would want revenge on me. But I never expected the one who held a grudge would be that Ba, nor do I understand why he’s gone out of his way to make things so difficult for me, even staging an ambush in the innkeeper’s quarters.

This way, the person ranked tenth would not resent Feng Wuhen for being pushed out of the rankings.

A chill ran down my back. I might not be skilled at reading faces, but even I know the old saying: a person’s face reflects their heart.

Zhu Youzong personally subdued them, and the greatest price was paid right here. On land, there was no shortage of elite soldiers and generals, yet even these two ended up humiliated there.

Inside and outside the city, long lines of ragged, disheveled commoners waited. Some received rice and flour, others clothes and food. Tears welled in their eyes as they were handed their grain and provisions.

Such things have happened before. In every nation, those whose talent was too extraordinary often met mysterious deaths by assassination.

That patch of land bore witness to the days she and her great-grandfather had spent as childhood sweethearts, saw her descendants grow from toddlers to adults, and was the place where she toiled from dawn till dusk.

In football, chances like this often see play resume straightaway, but Manchester United did not do so. Cristiano Ronaldo approached the ball with composure, while his teammates hurried forward, seeking openings.

All at once, everyone who had locked their attention on Li Yunmu hurriedly cut off their auras. But what use was it? The sword of yin energy still surged towards them with unstoppable force, and in an instant, it was upon them.

“Some things can’t be said, or trouble will follow.” Xia He truly did not dare speak, afraid the emperor might sense it. Whatever was on his mind, the emperor could not probe his soul, for beyond the spirit of yin lay the patterns of the yang god and the ashes of six paths; unless the emperor wished for his own doom, he would not invade Xia He’s yin spirit.

“Li… Captain, why has His Majesty chosen you as envoy?” Zhou Yu gazed at Li Daniu, rubbing his temples. Those sent as envoys or persuaders were usually men of upright character and sharp tongue… Li Daniu seemed to fit both requirements, yet somehow things didn’t quite match the expectations.

To Li Yunmu, these words were painfully ironic, for Yuan Biyao had already made her sacrifice for her Earth, for her parents.

He was the boy from five years before. Though so much time had passed, Lin Yuzhen still remembered him vividly.

Hearing Nalan Heng’s words, Xiao Yuyin, who had been following him, nearly stumbled as she stepped over the threshold. She raised her head and glared resentfully at his retreating back.

Situ Chenyi could not believe that Weiyang would actually use poison and stared at her in shock. But Weiyang only smiled faintly—since he already believed it was her, there was no point in trying to explain.

Elsewhere, Zhang Feipeng and Hong Lianzhu were still locked in fierce combat. Zhang Feipeng made full use of his agile footwork, each move carrying deadly intent.