Chapter 32: Wang's Funeral Parlor (6)

"Not here."

Lu Jinzhao stated with certainty.

At least, it was not here, unless it had crawled into another corpse drawer all by itself.

Otherwise, why would she have wandered around this place just now? Could it be that she possessed an abnormal curiosity about morgues?

"Come over and help."

She certainly didn't want to lift this corpse back into the drawer all by herself.

As for where the missing corpse had gone... in all likelihood, it was still somewhere inside the funeral home.

After the two forces had wrestled for a while, Soul Void began to frown. Because my control over the power of nothingness had grown increasingly refined, I had gained the upper hand. If he had continued to contest the power of nothingness with me, he truly would have been drained of all his strength and died.

The captain said, "Although I would love to guide you, now is not the time. Let's switch places."

Old Monk said, "Why are you in such a hurry to leave? Wouldn't it be better to stay and share a meal before going?"

Although such a reply was not entirely affirmative, to Brother Hu, it was practically equivalent to Lin Canghai giving his direct consent.

Li Yaoyao was even more clueless. She was currently responsible for tracking down Xuan Xiao, but every time she arrived, she was always a step behind, completely unable to keep pace with Xuan Xiao's footsteps.

Lin Canghai, who had lowered his head to look at the menu, failed to notice that just as Wuyu had walked out of the restaurant's private dining room on his own, two or three sneeking figures had immediately fallen in behind him.

Today, the South China tigers kept in zoos around the world are the seed populations meant to carry on the species, and every single one of them is extremely precious.

Mangzi charged wildly like a giant, his brute strength unstoppable and shattering everything in his path—he truly was a titan amidst the melee.

"The Yin talisman is a key—a key to open another world. I've heard that there are dragons in that world," Baseng lowered his voice and said right beside my ear.

In other words, behind Yuxuzi's lover, there existed at least a realm-god-level powerhouse. Otherwise, it would have been impossible to easily step into the imperial-level universe that served as the avatar of the Lord of Devouring.

The recorded projection finally dissipated, and the voice of King Kaiyang Ayuchi still echoed in Wuqi's ears. Wuqi took a deep breath. He had helped the Demon Emperor attack the Demon Chief above the sea of fog, an act unknown to any among the demon race, yet how many tens of thousands of spirit-beasts had witnessed this scene?

Three minutes later, Wuqi collapsed onto the ground in despair. Both of his legs had been snapped, a gash over a foot long had been ripped across his stomach, and glistening white intestines along with crimson blood spilled all over the ground. Meanwhile, that Abyssal Fiend stood at ease, folding its arms with a leisurely and composed demeanor, without a single hair on its body harmed.

Wuqi looked around in all directions. Because they were all wearing masks, the demon aristocrats in the luxurious mansion had completely cast aside their noble airs. Every action they made appeared exceptionally indulgent and frivolous. The grand hall was filled with laughter and banter, while blatant wooing and haughty rejections were hurriedly staged in every corner of the ballroom.

Several people entered the Ministry of Inspection and walked straight toward the brightly lit main hall, where they immediately caught sight of Su Jiu and the others sitting inside, causing them to freeze in their tracks on the spot.

"Old man, do not worry. Leave it to the skills of us brothers." Having said that, Xue Rengui and the two others turned around and gave chase in the direction the eunuch had fled.

Upon hearing the news, the various generals began to whisper among themselves, each voicing their own opinions. The vast majority were opposed to Yang Hao agreeing to meet with Qimin. Since both sides had already gone to war, what need was there for any negotiations? Once they defeated the Tujue, they would naturally capture Qimin and bring him back to report to Yang Hao.

Li Jiancheng hesitated for a moment, appearing as though he wanted to say something, but then stopped himself. In the end, he simply let out a heavy sigh, bowed with cupped hands toward Yang Hao, and took his leave.

"The aura of a Melting Master emanating from your body cannot be concealed. However, your master is truly formidable; even I am unable to detect the slightest trace of his aura," Qiaobalingsi said.

Initially, faced with the gazes of the vengeful spirits in the water, Huayin's expression had carried a hint of timidity. However, as they traveled further, Huayin grew accustomed to it, gradually letting go and fighting freely without caring about the gaze of the vengeful spirits.