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Chapter 121 Where is Jade Mystic Mountain?!

One hour later.

Inside a secluded side room of the Regent's Office.

Gao Heyun and Cheng Laiyun sat facing each other, with the table in front of them piled high with documents.

Those were patrol records transferred from various churches.

Yesterday, the ninth day of the fourth lunar month, all the patrol inspectors in the capital recorded every route and every time point.

Gao Heyun flipped through the pages quickly, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

Cheng Laiyun was also flipping through the pages, and he was flipping through them extremely fast!

I became increasingly anxious.

Xu Jiayin's every smile and frown kept flashing in his mind.

One page.

Two pages.

Ten pages.

It's all useless information.

This street, that street, this time, that time; everything is normal, everything is normal, everything is normal—

Cheng Laiyun rubbed his temples, just about to change to a different stack.

Suddenly, his gaze fixed on a certain document.

[A Record of Zhang Lin Huo Lin Tang's Street Parade on the Ninth Day of the Fourth Lunar Month]

He squinted and read line by line: "Tong'an Street, from 3:45 PM to 6:40 PM, normal."

"Facing the street, from 6:45 PM to early 5:00 PM, normal."

"Wanxiang Street, from the beginning of You Shi to the third quarter of You Shi, is normal."

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Cheng Laiyun's brows furrowed more and more tightly.

Finally, his gaze settled on a certain spot on the document.

His eyes gleamed with a sharp light!

He abruptly raised his head, his gaze fixed intently on Gao Heyun. "Lord Gao, do you remember what time Zhang Lin led his men to cause trouble for me last night?"

Gao Heyun was slightly taken aback, then said, "Around the hour of Xu (7-9 PM)."

Correct!

It's this exact time!!

Cheng Laiyun's eyes narrowed sharply: "That's the problem."

Gao Heyun took the document and quickly glanced at it.

"The document that Zhang Lin presented did not include the street where we met him yesterday in the patrol route."

"But he definitely showed up there yesterday—with three men, blocking the way where Hai Wuyai and Zhu Yuanzhi were patrolling the streets!!"

He paused, his gaze sharpening: "And the three of us, during our subsequent street patrol, were less than a hundred paces from the scene of today's crime!!"

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Gao Heyun's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly: "Zhang Lin is ostensibly looking for trouble with you, but actually he's buying time for the person who set up the formation?!"

"That's right!" Before she could speak, Cheng Laiyun abruptly stood up: "We must find Zhang Lin, or things will change!"

"Walk!!"

Cheng Laiyun and Gao Heyun walked through the deep corridors of Huolin Hall and found Zhang Lin in a secluded duty room at the very back.

The door was ajar.

Cheng Laiyun reached out and pushed open the door.

A faint smell of blood wafted over, mixed with some indescribable stench of decay, as if something had been dead in the room for a long time.

The instant I smelled the blood.

Gao Heyun frowned immediately and entered the door ahead of Cheng Laiyun.

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Then she saw it—

Zhang Lin sat in a chair, leaning against the wall, his head hanging very low.

His face was obscured by shadows, making his expression impossible to discern.

But those hands hung limply at their sides, and something was still dripping from their fingertips.

Gao Heyun quickly stepped forward and reached out to lift his head.

His face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color.

His eyes were half-open, his pupils were dilated, and his gaze was blankly fixed on some unseen direction.

A dried bloodstain was visible at the corner of his mouth, dripping down his chin onto his clothes, where it had congealed into a dark red stain.

In his other hand, he held a short knife.

The knife tip was still stuck in his heart.

Precise positioning, a single, fatal blow.

Suicide.

Gao Heyun released her grip, and Zhang Lin's head drooped limply again.

She stood there, silent for a full three breaths.

On that perpetually stern face, a hint of embarrassment—something he had never felt before—was now faintly visible.

The trail went cold —

Zhang Lin is the only person who might be connected to the missing carriage case.

He concealed his patrol records, he appeared in places he shouldn't have, and there were far too many suspicious points about him.

But now he's dead.

Died cleanly and completely.

His death was flawless.

Died at just the right time —

"Suicide—"

Gao Heyun's voice was very soft, almost like she was talking to herself. But Cheng Laiyun could tell how heavy a stone was pressing down on those two light words.

Why did he commit suicide?

Cheng Laiyun did not answer.

He just stared at Zhang Lin's corpse.

Staring at that pale face.

He stared at the knife stuck in his heart.

Staring at those half-open, lifeless eyes.

Then a thought struck him.

Normally, the trail would indeed go cold.

But—I have a cheat code, bro—

Deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, on the long-silent [Divine Invocation Altar], the fourth statue suddenly lit up.

Meng Po.

Those cloudy eyes, which seemed to have witnessed countless cycles of reincarnation, were quietly watching him.

[Divine Power, River of Oblivion Spell!]

Empathize with the newly deceased souls.

Cheng Laiyun closed his eyes.

The next moment, he felt himself being pulled away.

It's not the body, it's consciousness.

He transformed into a stream of air.

A phantom, invisible current of air, existing between existence and non-existence.

The stream of energy surged from between his eyebrows, forming an invisible line that rushed straight towards the already cold corpse.

then.

The world has changed.

There was no Gao Heyun, no Zhang Lin's body.

It was a strange place.

The night was dark.

Dark clouds obscured the moon.

A secluded alleyway, flanked by tall gray walls covered with withered vines.

At the end of the alley, a dilapidated house can be vaguely seen, the characters on the plaque above the door are no longer legible.

Zhang Lin stood in the shadows of the alley.

Cheng Laiyun could sense him.

He was inside Zhang Lin's body, in Zhang Lin's consciousness, and in Zhang Lin's slowly dissipating remnant soul.

He could feel Zhang Lin's heartbeat.

You can feel Zhang Lin's tense muscles.

You can feel the cold sweat on Zhang Lin's palms.

You could feel his heart pounding wildly in his chest, almost bursting out of his chest.

Is he afraid?

Cheng Laiyun had never experienced such fear before.

It wasn't the tension of facing a powerful enemy, nor the instinct of a life-or-death situation, but a deeper, more desperate feeling.

Fear from the depths of the soul.

Like a mouse pinned under a cat's paw.

Zhang Lin stood motionless in the alley.

His gaze was fixed intently on the direction of the alley entrance.

He is waiting.

What are you waiting for?

I don't know how much time has passed.

It may be just a moment, or it may be a long ordeal.

Suddenly, a dark figure appeared at the alley entrance.

The dark figure was wrapped in a large black robe, completely covering its head and toes.

The face and figure were unclear, and it was even impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

Only a pair of eyes could be vaguely seen hidden deep within the hood. Those eyes were cold, so cold they didn't seem alive; they were like two blocks of ice that had never melted.

He just stood there.

But Cheng Laiyun's breathing stopped for a moment.

This is Zhang Lin's body, and the emotions are naturally Zhang Lin's emotions as well.

Cheng Laiyun could sense the changes in Zhang Lin's body.

My heartbeat went from pounding wildly to almost stopping, blood rushed back to my heart from my limbs, and my muscles went from tense to stiff.

That's an instinctive reaction of living things when facing predators.

The man in black robes spoke up: "Jade Profound Mountain is too far from the place where the formation is set up."

"I need an hour to set up the formation."

"Starting from 7 PM, block all those patrolling the streets. Don't let a single one pass."

Zhang Lin's Adam's apple bobbed.

He wanted to speak, but it felt like something was choking him.

The man in black robes continued, "After the Instantaneous Array is activated, I will travel to Jade Profound Mountain within two hours."

"Go and deal with the colossi and the golems."

He paused.

Those cold eyes stared straight at Zhang Lin.

"so""

"You must die."

Zhang Lin's body trembled violently.

Cheng Laiyun could sense the inner struggle within him—a desperate, frantic struggle of wanting to resist yet daring not to.

"grown ups----"

Zhang Lin finally spoke, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible.

"I—I did something for you—I shielded you from people—I—"

The man in black robes did not speak.

Just looking at him.

Just watch.

Zhang Lin's voice grew softer and softer until it finally disappeared from his throat.

he knows.

He knew that nothing he said would make a difference.

The man in black robes wasn't there to discuss things with him.

He's just here to inform him.

"Use your death," the man in black said, his voice still hoarse and low, as if he were talking about something trivial, "to delay the investigation by the Regent's Office."

"If they find out you're dead, they'll investigate you."

"Investigating you will take time. This time is enough for me to finish what I need to do."

Zhang Lin lowered his head.

My shoulders are shaking.

My hands are shaking.

My whole body was shaking.

But he did not run away.

There was no resistance.

He just stood there, like a lamb to the slaughter, waiting for his fate to befall him.

The man in black robes gave him one last look.

Then turn around.

They disappeared into the night.

Zhang Lin was the only one left in the alley.

He stood there for a very long time.

The moonlight finally shone through the clouds and onto his face.

That sinister face now held no sinister glint, only fear.

He slowly raised his hand.

Look at your hands.

Those hands were trembling.

It kept shaking.

Then the screen shattered.

Like a shattered mirror, everything collapsed before my eyes.

Cheng Laiyun suddenly opened his eyes!

Before me was still that dark duty room.

It was still Zhang Lin's pale corpse.

It was still Gao Heyun's cold and aloof profile.

But now, only one thought remained in his mind.

Yuxuan Mountain.

Two hours.

Xu Jiayin.

Ling Ziyun.

His heart was pounding wildly in his chest, even faster than Zhang Lin's heart had been.

The information conveyed by the man in the black robe was crystal clear!

The destination of that instantaneous formation was a place called Jade Mystic Mountain!

In other words, the missing giant, Xu Jiayin, and Ling Ziyun are all currently at Yuxuan Mountain!

Most importantly—two hours!!

The man in black robes said he would go to Jade Mystic Mountain two hours after the Instantaneous Array was triggered!

In the illusion of empathy.

Even Zhang Lin, a sixth-rank martial artist, couldn't muster the slightest thought of resisting the man in black robes.

This black-robed man's cultivation level—is at least fifth rank, or even fourth rank!

Young Miss, you and Ling Ziyun are in danger!!

Two hours. — No!

An hour and a half has passed since the instantaneous array was triggered!

He must reach Jade Mystic Mountain within half an hour to save the young lady!

Gao Heyun looked at him.

Cheng Laiyun was also looking at her.

Eyes facing each other.

Cheng Laiyun stared intently at Gao Heyun: "Where is Yuxuan Mountain?!"