Chapter 45: Protecting the Phone Spirit

The rescue workers who received the emergency call arrived promptly.

Given the Jiang family's prominent status, a special police unit arrived alongside the rescue team.

As the surviving driver of the sedan, Shen Yanzhi cooperated by giving his statement, while his car was photographed by traffic police to preserve evidence.

The subsequent matters were left to the Jiang family to handle.

After such an incident, Jiang Huaiqing and Jiang Siyuan naturally could not simply return home for the night.

Jiang Huaiqing looked toward Shen Yanzhi.

The speaker was Li Dafu, whose left arm and head were wrapped in bandages, making it evident that the recent battle had not been easy for him either.

Moreover, Celestial Master Zhang was in secluded cultivation and would not emerge for another two days. It was ill-advised to interrupt his seclusion. I took a deep breath and decided to offer myself to meet them. With Zhang Xuanchong present, even if Zhang Xuanfang flew into a rage, he would still have to show some regard for Zhang Xuanchong's face.

I simply sank a little deeper to see what on earth was at the bottom of the bronze coffin. Utilizing the dim light, I saw twelve large characters at the bottom, resembling an ancient seal script. By looking closely, I could recognize a few of them, and combined with my guesswork, I managed to identify all twelve characters roughly.

I was so frightened that I did not dare touch it again, pacing anxiously back and forth in the room while wondering what I should do. Suddenly, I thought of Aunt Ying.

Seeing this scene, Ye Lang remained completely indifferent. With the Great Blood Demon King present, the Black-robed Venerable was destined to die without a doubt.

"Didn't she say you arranged for her to find the head of the Liao family?" Qi Tianyu would normally not be like this, answering every question asked, but right now his mind was in complete chaos, so the words simply slipped out.

"Senior Murong Bo! Can you not spare this humble one for the sake of our past bond?" Kumazhe pleaded in a low voice, his face full of despair.

Seeing the two of them lowering their heads, not daring to speak, Qi Tianyu realized that his murderous intent had become a bit too obvious. Yet his emotional fluctuations were simply too violent, and his mind was tangled in far too many thoughts. The swirling notions regarding the Vermilion Bird left him no peace, and he found himself unable to exercise control.

I spoke to Liu Longting without a trace of emotion. When we were in the prison, he had coerced me; now that he had gotten out, Nether Lord forbade him from coming to the Ninth Heaven, which simply gave me a leverage to threaten him—telling him that as long as he dared to mention my affairs to Nether Lord, I would certainly not let Liu Lietun and the others off easily.

"Easy enough. I take people's money to dispel disasters for them. Just wait for the opponents to come and challenge the venue, and I guarantee they will return in defeat. However, you must keep it a secret for me; my identity cannot be leaked," Qian Chenghu said indifferently.

In the distance, the branches and leaves of several fruit trees swayed in the wind, emitting a rustling sound that seemed capable of cleansing the soul.

Li Zhen believed that Liu De's own abilities were probably ordinary, possessing merely the talent of a mediocre person, yet his personality could still be considered steady.

Looking back at the Age of Discovery, one would find that the rise of these indigenous regimes was actually inseparable from the influence of outsiders.

It was not only the millions of Dayak people who accepted this kind of "primitive" geographical environmental protection, but also the highly precious "Borneo pygmy elephants."

"Go to hell!" Now it was the White Wolf's turn to attack. He wanted to obliterate this unknown entity, and his instincts were telling him that no matter the cost, he had to eliminate the assailant before him.

Fortunately, Liu Dazhuang did not disgrace his name. Although the log pressing down on his shoulder made his posture sway precariously, he nevertheless persisted, moving forward step by step. Five meters... ten meters... fifteen meters... twenty meters. The distance he covered grew greater, bringing him ever closer to the city gates.

In the evening, Zhang Juzheng stayed at a friend's residence. When the next day arrived, after washing up and changing into fresh clothes, Zhang Juzheng proceeded to the Ministry of Personnel to report on his duties.

A fierce glint flashed across Dian Wei's eyes. He reached out a large hand and grabbed a rapidly spinning crossbow bolt right out of the air, while another crossbow bolt pierced directly into the neck of a personal guard, stripping him of his life in an instant.