Chapter 202: The Invisible Undercurrent
Under the leadership of Yang He and Zhang Tiannan, the colleagues of the Demon Slaying Department left Moonlit Pavilion.
Qin Feng called Manager Peng, gave some instructions, and then turned to say, “Shall we go together?”
“Okay,” Lan Ningshuang replied.
Liu Jianli nodded slightly.
As they walked out of the Moonlit Pavilion, Lan Ningshuang was about to hold an umbrella for Qin Feng.
But he said, “No need.”
With a lady present, walking with an umbrella seemed too trivial. Qin Feng cleared his throat and looked at the white figure.
Liu Jianli didn’t say a word. With a sweep of her right hand toward the sky, rainwater poured down and turned into water swords in mid-air, directly shattering the dark clouds!
In just a moment, sunlight spilled, and the sky and earth returned to clarity.
Qin Feng opened his mouth. His original intention was for her to use the same method as last time, using Qi to block the rain.
However, he didn’t expect Liu Jianli to be so straightforward, directly dispersing the rain clouds!
“It’s my fault, I didn’t express it clearly.” Qin Feng reflected deeply.
At this moment, perhaps because Liu Jianli’s actions were a bit too vigorous, a half-red book cover peeked out from the white figure’s embrace.
Qin Feng was curious, took a closer look, and mumbled, “Ten Miles of Red.”
The last word was obscured by the white figure, making it unclear.
Liu Jianli, hearing this, obviously noticed the book exposed in her arms. A blush climbed her fair cheeks. Then, in an instant, she stuffed the book back into her embrace.
“That book just now, why does it look a bit like...” Qin Feng hesitated.Ñøv€l--ß1n hosted the premiere release of this chapter.
“You saw it wrong,” Liu Jianli said calmly.
“No, no, no, how could I be wrong? I clearly saw the three words ‘Ten Miles of Red Wedding’.” Qin Feng raised an eyebrow.
Lan Ningshuang on the side was stunned for a moment when she heard these three words, and then she realized: “Could it be ‘Ten Miles of Red Wedding’?”
As soon as she said this, she seemed to have thought of something, and hurriedly covered her mouth.
“Ten Miles of Red Wedding? Doesn’t that sound like a romance novel?” Qin Feng looked at Lan Ningshuang, then at his own wife, with a strange expression.
You should know that ancient romance novels had illustrations and could easily be seen as a form of adult content!
But, it couldn’t be, how could Liu Jianli be reading such things?
With this revelation, silence descended upon the two.
It wasn’t until Chief Zhou spoke, inquiring about the events at Moonlit Pavilion, that the conversation resumed.
“It was really the Deceptive Poisonous Sect.” Zhou Kai confirmed the young man’s identity through Qin Feng’s words, his brows deeply furrowed.
The incident at the Southern Domain’s Luowang City involving the Poisonous Sect had caused quite a stir. King Luo personally took action. He did not expect that this sect would still leave remnants.
“This matter is of great significance. I need to write a letter to send to Luowang City.”
Outside Listen To Rain Pavilion, the old man Bai Li lay on a wicker chair, gazing at the sky.
Despite the clear daylight, his eyes reflected a galaxy.
Not long after the Huarong Road in the Southern Territory was built, the Bi Fang incident occurred.
He couldn’t believe there was no connection between the two.
However, after observing heavenly phenomena, Bai Li found no unusual signs. Even divination on Bi Fang’s head yielded results that left no trace.
“The heavenly mechanisms are concealing it.”
Muttering to himself, Bai Li’s brows furrowed. Suddenly, the wine cup on his wicker chair shattered, spilling alcohol all over.
This was an ominous sign.
On the other side, in a lavishly decorated room, a figure in a black robe with a ghost mask appeared out of thin air. On his chest, the number four stood out conspicuously.
It was he who had shot down Bi Fang’s head within the mountains of Zhang’e.
“Have you obtained the item?” In the middle of the room, behind a gauze curtain obscuring the view, a strange voice spoke.
The black-robed figure looked towards the shadow behind the curtain and without a word, took out an object from a spatial artifact and threw it.
A scorching aura quickly spread in the room.
Looking down, the thrown object was, unmistakably, a large head resembling that of a leopard.
It was the fearsome head of Xie Hui!
The shadow laughed, “Everyone thought our target was Bi Fang. How could they have imagined it was merely a diversion?”
It turned out Bi Fang’s head and the group heading to Jinyang City were just sacrificial pawns!
The voice paused, and the shadow continued, “Continue the plan. The Southern Domain has been too quiet for too long.”
“Alright.” the figure in the black robe responded, disappearing into thin air once again.