Chapter 243: Discovering the Method of Poisoning

On the evening of the 10th, the Kwantung Army Headquarters held an intimate welcome banquet. Nobuyoshi Muto did not attend because His Excellency the Commander did not drink alcohol.

It was a small-scale banquet, and since Yasuji Okamura had not yet returned, the others were largely unfamiliar with one another. With little common ground for conversation, the banquet lacked any festive atmosphere and broke up early.

Chen Jiehua returned to his assigned hotel.

In truth, a mere major general was hardly worth a second glance in Nobuyoshi Muto's eyes. Were it not for the fact that—

The aging emperor did not dare utter half a word of refusal against Ye Jiuli's demands. Because Imperial Concubine Ru was still present, the old emperor and Ye Jiuli engaged in a high-sounding game of tai chi. To the uninitiated, they appeared to be a devoted father and a filial son; only the two of them knew the critical stakes hidden beneath the surface.

Hua Ruoli lowered her hand, and upon seeing her own state, hastily grabbed a garment to wrap around her body. Then, sensing her condition and realizing what had transpired, she instantly burst into miserable tears.

Lin Baimei set down the delivery and spoke as gently as she could to Wang Zimo. She was currently feeling rather dizzy and could not articulate her words clearly.

She covered her head with the quilt, looking somewhat distressed. Why had things turned out this way? Tang Chuyan harbored some extreme thoughts in her mind, curling up tightly beneath the blankets like a child utterly devoid of a sense of security.

Such was the power of a prominent family background—even though the scandal involving the photographs had caused such a massive uproar online and countless people had blindly joined the chorus of abuse in the comment sections, the moment they stood face-to-face with Luo Luo, many did not even dare to glance at her twice, let alone point fingers and hurl insults in secret.

Perhaps never expecting that the old matriarch's final choice for protection would turn out to be himself, Luo Xunze immediately raised his head and gazed at her with a steady, unblinking stare.

"When you have a moment, return to the Demonic Cult and draw two hundred thousand taels. This尊 will give instructions to Ying Sha." Delighted, Ye Jiuli bestowed an extra reward upon Ye Mei.

Huang Caifeng thrashed about with both hands, struggling desperately until her fingernails carved several bloody trails across Luo Shuisheng's arms.

"You have three seconds to explain!" Wang Qiang's wife stared at Wang Qiang as though this were anything but a conversation.

"You..." Right up until his dying breath, Yuan Qianzhi could not believe that even with Luoming's parents firmly in their grasp, Luoming would still dare to lay a hand on him.

The place where he lay was a brick-bed kang. Below it stood a low, carved wooden table with short legs, undoubtedly the kind usually placed atop the kang.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!" The excited cry of a python rang out, followed by the creature slithering right up to Situ Xuan.

A hint of a smile finally touched Jinling's face. She truly needed someone to speak such words to her right now; otherwise, she genuinely feared she would lack the courage to carry on. With Lin Xueyao's support, she felt her spirits instantly lift considerably.

Matters did not end there. Situ Xuan lunged forward, pressing his foot down ruthlessly onto the man's face, pinning him completely immobile. The face, which had been passably handsome, was now flattened like a squashed persimmon, his mouth puckered up resembling a chicken's rear end.

As it turned out, Wang Zixuan had instantly grabbed at Tang Qiqi's undergarments without a word. Tang Qiqi struggled fiercely, clutching desperately at her own panties with both hands, but how could Wang Zixuan let go so easily? She continued her intimidation.

Upon hearing that someone had lost their life, the few of them panicked instantly. They hurried over, just like Zheng Xiong, to check his breathing, yet no matter who checked, all confirmed that he had stopped breathing.

"Sister Qianqian, Qiqi will take you inside. In Mingzhu City, there is not a single person who dares to block my path," Tang Qiqi boasted. Her words were actually true; which young master of a wealthy family in Mingzhu did not show some respect to Tang Qiqi? If they didn't run away upon seeing her, they were lucky.

Mo Li did not raise his head. Being bumped into like this left him feeling rather depressed. He had no idea why he was so unlucky today; even while simply walking down the street, he managed to get collided with. A nameless fury stirred within Mo Li's heart, and with a rather dark expression, he lifted his head and snapped, "What are you doing?" The irritation thick in his tone was palpable.

However, not long after Haifeng rushed out, he spotted Kong Yu's figure around the corner of the stairwell. Kong Yu's eyes were currently tightly shut, and Haifeng hurriedly placed his finger beneath her nose. Fortunately, she was still breathing.

*Bang!* When the two collided, they produced a resounding crash. The ant wall was shoved fully two meters back by the surging red battle-qi. As the red sword qi gradually dissipated, the ant wall surged back into the fray with blinding, lightning-fast speed, the number of ants even greater than before.

Lei Jian gritted his teeth in irritation and abruptly hauled back on the reins, causing his warhorse to rear up so violently it nearly threw him off.

Strange to say, even Gao Jianming found it hard to believe. Having already extracted the abilities of three animals and insects, his own mutation was by no means exaggerated; his physique still resembled that of an ordinary human, growing at most somewhat more robust and athletic.

Conan mentally tallied things up and raised his head to look at Syaoran with a trace of astonishment, while even Haibara raised her head with a look of surprise.

In truth, she was also taking a gamble—gambling with Xing Shazhen to see whose endurance would break first. On Xing Shazhen's side, the purifying power of the Divine Soul Weapon-Forging Art was clearly already failing to withstand Di Caitong's all-out assault. Just like Di Caitong, he was now relying entirely on sheer willpower to sustain himself, a contest of whose lifeline would snap first.

When the sun sets, that is the moment when you and I enter Nirvana. Listen closely, the celestial music welcoming us in the heavens has already begun to play.

"Sorry for not being of any help," Mikio Taro nodded toward Hattori and said, while Saijo Daiga beside him spread his hands in a gesture of apology.

Besides, there are countless people named Changming across the world, and confusion is bound to arise somewhere. If I give you this snowflake treasured sword right now, and you take it back only to discover upon inspection that it is not your personal weapon—

First-tier zombies, used as cannon fodder, swarmed forward as well, but the steel gate was only eight meters wide, making it impossible for them to squeeze in all at once. Under the roar of heavy machine guns, they were riddled with holes like honeycombs.

One day, the white bat noticed a hole under the eaves of the temple and accidentally wandered into the room. At that time, the place had not yet been branded by people as a haunted house.

The primordial tree showed no reaction whatsoever; only that single branch swayed gently, as if completely failing to understand Tang Seng's intent.

Chen Mohan only then remembered that not long ago he had asked her what her favorite color was. Could it be that he had already planned to buy her a car back then?