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“In front of the window, there’s a big straw meditation cushion, nine and a half steps from the door.”
“Looking at the bed and soft couch, there aren’t too many sitting or lying marks, but the meditation cushion has crease marks.”
“I bet that pretty boy spends most of his time meditating on that cushion,” Prefect Zhang said in a low voice as he chewed roasted partridge.
“When we burst through the door, I’ll head straight for the meditation cushion.”
“I’ll break through his Body Protection Aura in no time, grab his throat, and snap his neck.”
“He won’t make a sound.”
Prefect Zhang carefully planned with a caution that didn’t match his rugged appearance.
“No!” Prefect Zhang shook his head and narrowed his eyes.
“Better to use a Soul-Searching Talisman first to make sure he’s actually by the meditation cushion near the floor-to-ceiling windows.”
“And don’t be stingy with your mana, use your Natural Secret Art right away, just to be safe.”
“Also, we should both wear a Spiritual Light Talisman and have double insurance with the Spiritual Armor and Spiritual Light,” Prefect Zhang said somberly.
“Prefect Zhang’s planning is impeccable, that pretty boy is as good as dead!” the long-armed strongman said, impressed and admiring.
“Haha!”
“He’s nothing but a stumbling block, tonight’s focus is Mo Wuzhou.”
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A certain pretty boy stumbling block who was testing the Truthful Listening Technique: “…”
“The world isn’t what it used to be!”
“I thought you were an ill-tempered yet kind-hearted man with some eccentric hobbies, not a criminal with evil intentions plotting behind people’s backs.”
“Your every word is about plotting, and every action is about murder!”
Chen Mu looked utterly dejected.
He often faced the world with an optimistic and kind-hearted spirit.
Yet the world always greeted him with sudden malice.
Chen Mu also understood that not everyone in the world could be good.
But shouldn’t the majority be ordinary people who were neither good nor bad?
Why were there so many evil people appearing before him?
“The world is out of balance!” Chen Mu had a moment of enlightenment.
The bell curve describing good and evil people—the one that’s heightened in the middle and slopes down at both ends—it was off balance!
The end that belonged to evil people was trying to rise!
“To kill is to protect life; to sever karma is not to sever people—it’s true!”
In that moment, Chen Mu gained a whole new understanding of this profound statement from a novel in his past life.
It wasn’t nonsense!
Only by slaying evil people could he adjust the curve of good and evil that was about to lose its balance!
“Attack!” Prefect Zhang’s serious, cautious voice reached Chen Mu’s ears.
But Chen Mu’s heart didn’t waver in the slightest.
He sat cross-legged on the meditation cushion, hands clasped together, his mind entering an unusually tranquil state.
An imperceptible wave swept across.
The next moment, the firmly shut door opened silently.
The dark-faced strongman leapt into the room.
On his exposed cheeks and the backs of his hands, fine yellow hairs rapidly sprouted, covered in ring-shaped black spots.
His eyes suddenly changed, elongating into a golden yellow slit!
The right hand reaching towards Chen Mu sprouted sharp nails, and his finger muscles swelled, appearing like a giant feline claw.
His legs swelled as if they were oversized purified water bottles, and his relatively slender calves, as thick as a person’s head, seemed surprisingly long.
At this moment, the strongman was leaning forward, crouching with his already thick right leg looking even more swollen.
Sudden explosive power burst forth!
Boom!
A wave of air lifted at the doorway, and the strongman’s figure appeared behind Chen Mu out of nowhere.
His right hand reached out towards Chen Mu’s throat with dexterity, swiftness, and silent gentleness.
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Just as the sharp nails were about to touch Chen Mu’s neck,
Buzz!
an invisible Exotic Force suddenly descended.
Mid-leap, almost sprawled in the air, the dark-faced Prefect Zhang suddenly froze.
Qi Forbidden Hundred Miles!
Chen Mu slowly opened his eyes.
Five Ghosts Possession!
Seven Souls Return to Origin!
Chen Mu’s figure swelled as if pumped with air.
Indigo skin, muscles stretching, a silver light swirling at the center of his brows.
Prefect Zhang’s golden vertical pupils suddenly contracted!
Spiritual Armor oozed black smoke, Body Protection Spiritual Light emerged.
Mana surged, and the muscles on his right forearm instantly swelled to the size of a basketball.
At his fingertips, golden flames flowed.
He immediately broke free from the restraint and viciously lunged towards Chen Mu’s heart from behind!
Flowing Gold Fire Claw!
Clang!
Like the clash of gold and iron, a ghastly pale, hollow half-sphere of bone abruptly appeared.
Sparks flew!
Yang Cha!
Chen Mu got up, nearly hitting the ceiling with his towering height of over three meters.
He turned and looked down.
Although his movements were swift as the wind, to the dark-faced Prefect Zhang, there was a striking contrast of slow deliberateness.
Meeting his opponent’s narrowed pupils, Chen Mu grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth.
His indigo right hand suddenly reached towards the opponent’s neck.
Sand Shooting Shadow!
A black and red sphere flashed in the palm of his hand.
The Spiritual Light and Spiritual Smoke flickered twice and was instantly corroded to pieces.
His hand, as large as a fan, seemed to grasp a mop handle, ferociously seizing Prefect Zhang’s neck in the center of his palm.
Crack!
Prefect Zhang did not even get a word out.
before his neck was already twisted and broken by Chen Mu.
“You said not to make a sound,” Chen Mu said with a chilling smile.
His eyes moved, noticing the burly man with long arms at the door, Chen Mu’s expression remained indifferent.
Yin Cuo!
At the entryway, the brawny man who had just applied a Spiritual Light Talisman to himself, suddenly saw a flash of darkness before his eyes. Then the world spun around, and his head slid off his back down to the ground.
But before it touched the floor, an invisible Exotic Force materialized out of thin air.
Grabbing the head and body, it swiftly pulled them into the room.
The room door closed slowly, and silence fell upon the corridor.
Only a single drop of blood remained suspended in the air, falling onto the yellow and white floor of the hallway, making a sound barely audible, and splattering droplets of blood.
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Geng District, Number Nine Tongtian Tower, sixty-second floor.
Mo Wuzhou was sitting cross-legged on a soft couch.
The snow-white Cold Moon Toad sat quietly by his side, like a jade sculpture.
“Master Song and Senior Brother Liang have shown up near a street close to the inn.”
“Yang Huan is very likely to come here to kidnap someone.”
“If you really come up against this Condensing Aperture expert, can you catch him?”
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