Chapter Ninety-Three The Least Likely Suspect (Second Update)

Everyone listened with furrowed brows.
Yang Yuan paused for a moment, soothed Granny Fan with a few words, then allowed her to leave.
Though Yang Yuan and his companions were natives, after years of investigating cases, they had never seen one truly caused by ghosts.
More often than not, humans proved far more terrifying than any supposed spirits.
Yun Shuang, of course, did not believe in tales of vengeful ghosts.
After Granny Fan departed, she said, “If Granny Liu was killed by someone—”

The solitary player before them, a swordsman wielding an assassin’s blade, faced obvious drawbacks—the short dagger lacked the reach of a sword, yet it was far more nimble. Such were the differences between the two weapons.
Swinging his blade again and again, he felt as if he were striking wooden posts; the monsters fell effortlessly, his attack power so high that he needed only half as many blows as usual.
Yun Chudai found his demeanor strangely unsettling, yet his logic was sound, and for a moment she dared not make a move.
With Li Yalin’s sudden intrusion, how could the plot of Dragon Ball possibly unfold as it did in the original story?
“Forty percent—the risks exceed those of ordinary surgeries. This is a craniotomy; the human brain is complex and fragile,” the doctor explained.
“Enough. Don’t say another word!” Qianxi glared at him; her cheeks flushed, her gaze dazzling, lacking any hint of menace and instead exuding a captivating allure.
Yue Chuyi, dabbing her nose with a handkerchief, paused, sensing from Jiang Sheng’s tone that the secret he was about to reveal must have something to do with Wen Shang.
Shen Suixin replied, “Does the box office really need hype now? If you’re going to complain, do it elsewhere. Don’t dirty my place.”

A world once devoid of spiritual energy experienced a revival, as an elder-class beast of power surpassing super SSS-level died and transformed its body into the most primordial form of spiritual energy.
Mo Dongbai met Xu Feng today; Xu Feng had been transferred from Mu Zheng’s side a month ago, assigned an idle post in the security camp. Tonight, taking advantage of the camp’s full deployment, Xu Feng slipped away to meet Rong Tang. Certainly, Rong Tang would be easier to face, but Mo Dongbai would be much harder for Xu Feng.
At this moment, Damon felt a wave of unease; his heart thumped wildly as if it might leap from his mouth.
The Ancient General of Taishi withdrew the ice needle and dropped to his knees, eyes still shut, his face pale, body trembling faintly.
Within the Martian and Jovian circles, the tangled web of factions meant that every conflict set off ripples across the whole. Behind every war lay momentous consequences.
He had painstakingly devised the cultivation method best suited to him, its core summed up in a single word: eat! Yes, it was that simple—eat. As long as there was something to consume, he would progress without limit.
Had Maruba Alkay not forced these youths to undergo surgery, perhaps Namse Tabin would not have so despised Maruba Alkay. After all, this world is a place where the strong prey upon the weak; there will always be those who are selfish and fearful of death.
“No need for speculation or judgment.” The Human Emperor placed the Six Gentlemen of the tea set upon the tray, then waved his hand, leaving the tray spotless.
Though Namlai Tabin sensed no murderous intent from the other, his passive skill warned him of a faint aura of danger.
Xiahou Wei’s father, head of the Five Elements Sect, felt keenly the sect’s awkward position. From childhood, he sent Xiahou Wei abroad to study, and to avoid reprisals, the entire sect went underground, dispatching only a few disciples to train in the mundane world.
From Wang Fang’s words, Su Wan Zhi roughly understood the customs here. She had never believed in such things, but after arriving in this world, she finally accepted that there is a kind of power beyond human control.
That time the Iron Flower Corps base was attacked, he happened to be out on assignment. He later learned that the mission had been deliberately issued by the Black Bear organization to entangle them. The mission was abruptly canceled, and when he returned, he discovered his base had been assaulted.
Yet living like that held no meaning; in his previous life, he had been persecuted by these people, and this vengeance must be repaid.
The Ning family saw that the Duke’s residence was unchanged, except that the child she cherished had grown up, leaving her overwhelmed by emotion.

Cao Yuan nearly spat out his soup; he turned his head aside, pounding his chest and coughing violently.
Going out to sweep snow now—is that a joke? The cold outside is biting; the snow has hardened into blocks. If it were easy to clear, the authorities would have sent people long ago and wouldn’t have delayed so much.
No matter how you looked at it, Old Joe was clearly being eyed as a stepping stone for someone else’s ascent.
Lin Qiye bowed his head, donned the mask of Sun Wukong, a chilling, terrifying visage. He stepped upon endless clouds, soaring skyward, vanishing in an instant at the horizon’s edge.
Yan Mingqiao had never been here before; the maid at the door led her inside, where the room was clean and neat, the scent of medicine even stronger.
Shamelessly, Zhou Zuer made a bold move; she resigned herself to lying flat, recalling the old saying: Only the ox dies of exhaustion.
Yan Mingyue’s voice was crisp, her remarks cleverly inviting discussion while feigning concern for her sister’s studies.
With a tearing sound, Lin Xiu was about to stand when he accidentally brushed against a nearby tree, causing a loud crack.
Compared to the current Zhanxiong Group, companies like Foxconn, which bring enormous benefits to their cities and surroundings and drive economic growth, are far more popular.
Feng Qingyang snorted coldly, and with a single sword stroke, Yan Nanfei’s right arm was severed at the root and fell to the ground like a torn sack. He was barely alive, on the verge of death.