Chapter 59 We Have No Evidence

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In a bustling metropolis like Pearly City, Cang Yun was definitely an oddity. Passing residents and merchants looked at him with disdain, casting undisguised side-eyes and automatically giving him a wide berth.

Ren Dongmin lifted his finger with great effort, trying to tap on the "Yes" floating in the air.

Those four men were all dressed in uniform official soldier attire with standard-issue sabers at their waists. They were precisely the men whom Lord Ding and Hao Fu had arranged to ambush them. The two were initially overjoyed and about to demand why they were so slow, when they abruptly realized that the expressions of these four men were unnatural and their movements awkward, resembling... resembling marionettes.

An Yu, Yue Feng, and Zhu Wei had not walked far when an orchard suddenly appeared before their eyes. The fresh, aromatic scent immediately made the three of them feel invigorated and refreshed.

"How about using a nuclear bomb to shoot it down before it moves too far away from Earth?" a member of the security committee proposed a military solution.

Snipers were known as the grim reapers of the battlefield, claiming a life with every single shot. For the Wild Wolf army, who were completely exposed in plain sight and at a relatively close range, they were simply living targets.

Well, the two of them settled on a role for Lin Weiwei in just a few words. This role did not have many scenes—just a matter of a few camera angles, and a single morning would be more than enough. After discussing it with Chen Lin, they had Chen Lin shoot other scenes first, while Lin Weiwei would go cameo the next morning.

These trade revenues were distributed through the Military Intelligence Department, the Feng Wuyu Corps stationed at the border, the Xiao Fei Corps, the Xuanyuan Longfei Corps, and the Jinqi Corps, and of course, a share for the local government was indispensable.

Before drawing his last breath, that assassin could not believe how undead monsters had suddenly appeared beside the artillery. Weren't those monsters attacking the city? Why would they attack him?

Ming Hui shook his head, indicating that someone had attempted an assassination on purpose. Just as he was about to speak, Mo Nanchen glanced at him, signaling him to withdraw.

Mo Rui also knew that he was the one who had gone back on his word first, so he softened his tone and patiently persuaded her.

Hearing what he said, Yue Ming took it directly. He lowered his head to look at the sword in his hand, a flash of ferocity crossing his eyes, and then stepped inside.

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He felt some resentment toward his own incompetence for failing to cultivate any pinnacle masters capable of becoming earthly immortals.

The servant keeping watch outside heard the loud cry and immediately came in. Seeing Ling Yun's face covered in red rashes, she rushed off to inform Zhang Xianjing and Gu Qigang.

Thinking the matter was finally put to rest, who would have expected that in the dead of night, amidst the pitch-black and tranquil darkness, Ming Hui woke up a soundly sleeping Yue Ming.

Qian Yu added increasingly more medicinal herbs to his bath, and due to the humid, hot room and intense concentration, she was drenched in sweat.

But things were different now. If she stayed in this prince's manor, she would be much safer than being outside. At that moment, Shuang Ruxue was racking her brains to figure out a way to make Chu Mo let her stay.

Seeing that Chang Wei was about to send him to the police station while pretending not to know him, the backpacker immediately turned on him and dropped all pretense.

Vying for favor and affection was utterly meaningless; what she wanted to contend for was the position of Crown Prince, and the noble title of Empress Dowager.

"Crack!" The "magical barrier" surrounding Zhao Canyang was instantly shattered, falling to the ground like broken glass.

Because Ji Jiu wore her duck-tongued cap pulled down rather low, only the lower half of her face was visible. At least she wasn't completely recognized, but Su Bailian was different. He wasn't wearing a hat, and his face mask was still hanging askew from earlier.

Su Nuan was extremely strict with newcomers. She had kept this matter bottled up inside without asking, pouring all her energy into training instead.

"Rank Trial," to become a stronger god. Zhao Canyang thought to himself: "As long as I elevate my 'Divine Clan Power' to eight hundred thousand, I might truly become a supreme expert in the divine realm." With this thought, Zhao Canyang continued his movements within the undead city, searching for any and all useful clues.

"Let me test your skills!" Zhao Canyang shouted at the sight. Before his voice had even faded, he rushed toward the centaur general.

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Qiao Meijiao's words put Lu Chengfeng somewhat at ease. After making sure that the monster had fled far away, he flew back on his sword.

Gao Yuanyuan stormed past him angrily, pushed her bicycle away, and without even a greeting, turned around and limped off.

In this world, there were always many people who felt relieved only upon seeing others live miserably.

Seeing the arrival of the heavily armored and orderly soldiers, those hired guards instantly felt their legs turn to jelly and panicked, dropping their weapons to surrender.

Seeing Lan Rui's painful expression and the tears brimming in her eyes, Ye Zi's heart softened once again. She squatted down and lifted Lan Rui's head. Looking at Ye Zi, who wore a similarly pained expression and tear-filled eyes, Lan Rui suddenly threw her arms around Ye Zi and burst into weeping.

Gu Zhen actually breathed a sigh of relief. He had been using his projection body just moments before, gambling that the City Lord of Metropolis would not make a move. Everything he had just said was something the City Lord of Metropolis could not possibly be unaware of.

Studying the patina on these genuine antiques and analyzing the causes of these wear-and-tear marks could help verify history, environmental temperature, and climate changes—and on a grander scale, track the progress of human history.

"You must be tired too. Head down to rest, you still have a special mission ahead," Director Gao said.

Yin Xue turned toward the Emperor and fell heavily to her knees. Her kneecaps struck the ground hard, yet she felt no pain. A hollow tone escaped from her throat: "This concubine thanks Your Majesty for your immense grace! Long live the Emperor, long live, long live Your Majesty!" She prostrated herself, knocking her head heavily against the ground with a startling, chilling thud.

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