Chapter 41: Your Village Is About to Be Demolished!

Upon receiving the news, An Jianping unexpectedly did not hurry over.
He had An Jianmin hand the phone to An Songyu, then said, “A-Yu, regardless of whether your guess is right, from today onward, unless we have definite information, our family knows nothing.”

“So it’s only a village committee meeting. Go ahead and attend without worry!”

If things were really as they suspected, then today would at most be a matter of informing everyone.

What puzzled her was how likely it was that Huo Ting actually liked Zhuang Qingqing. Who could say whether Huo Ting and his brother Huo Lingfeng had deliberately staged this as a smokescreen?

Besides eyewitness testimony, there was physical evidence as well: a pair of underpants bearing traces of the crime. There was no need to ask—they were obviously something Old Guo had left behind.

“All right, all right. If you aren’t embarrassed, I’m too ashamed to lift my head!” Zhuang’s father immediately dispelled his wife’s fury, though it earned him a fierce roll of her eyes.

What disgusted her most was that he actually thought she wanted to curry favor with Madam Lu’s family. How could someone who understood nothing say anything right? As a professional reporter, shouldn’t he at least have some evidence or clues before accusing someone unjustly?

Just as one of the sailors was about to pry open Igor’s tightly clenched fingers from the sail, Licinius stopped him.

“All right, I’m sorry. It’s not as though I knew why I would be stepping down, either, did I?” Huo Lingfeng immediately put on a smile.

Ye Feng even had an instinctive feeling that, even after reaching the Twenty-Ninth Layer, he might still have no confidence in using A Sword from the East to slay a king across an entire level.

This is a brief mention of several rather exploitative professions in society, also known as “garbage jobs.” Hopefully, those who came later could avoid falling into such traps whenever possible.

Ye Zihan chuckled and accepted the spirit-testing stone from her father-in-law, holding it openly in her arms. The stone merely flickered with a faint light for a few seconds before fading again.

Compared with the other stalls, this one was nothing special. The objects displayed upon it seemed to be merely parts from various devices, and none of them appeared complete.

“Mu Linghuan, forgive Shixun! Just listen to him explain what happened that night, all right?” Lu Han spoke in a low voice, while his heart was being gnawed apart inch by inch, the pain nearly unbearable.

As the two hesitated, they suddenly heard slow footsteps behind them. Their hearts tightened, and they spun around almost simultaneously, staring down the corridor. A black figure, hunched at the waist, was slowly moving toward them. Though the newcomer’s head hung low, both the footsteps and the silhouette revealed her to be an old woman.

“Old Master Liu, don’t you think this picture book would be even better if there were a new volume every day?” Ding Jiuxi asked.

Below their feet, waves surged violently as the group traveled on flying swords. They wound their way through the mist, but Flowing Isle had been covered by a vast network of barriers and restrictions. Entering it would be easier said than done.

Ji Weiwei did not give it much thought. She reached out and answered the call directly. However, before she had a chance to say hello, Ji Ziming’s voice burst from the phone.

The vampire’s wings had been injured by the explosion, leaving her temporarily unable to fly. But such an injury was nothing serious to her; a few minutes would be enough for her to recover.

Black Hawk seemed to have heard what she said and moved his fingers slightly. She wiped away her undried tears and was just about to leave when she saw Zhang Ren standing in front of her. She gave a startled cry.

Although he trusted Zishi deeply, some matters were better known by as few people as possible, lest they alert the enemy.

“Sun Jian, before you give your testimony, let me remind you that everything you say must be the truth. Otherwise, you will bear legal responsibility,” the presiding judge said solemnly.

“Then how did you end up going to the compound? Do you have a friend who works there?” Kang Qiao’s tense expression relaxed somewhat.