Lin Mo's gaze, like the most precise scanner, slowly swept over everyone in the Chai family hall.
He was taking inventory, counting how many people in this group had betrayed the land beneath their feet.
The result was not surprising.
The women and children were excessively clean, possessing neither red light nor black aura. Even so, the residual shade of the family's evil deeds would still fall upon them.
As for the second generation of the Chai family, every single one of them was entangled in a visible black aura. The stuff was as thick as undissolvable ink, clinging to their souls.
Even among the seemingly young third-generation disciples, seven out of ten radiated an ominous pitch-black aura, and the remaining three were at least light black.
Lin Mo carried a willow-leaf blade in one hand, the tip of the knife dragging a silent scratch across the smooth tiled floor. He strolled over to a person as if taking a leisurely walk in a courtyard, and stood still.
Chai Tianyi.
Lin Mo's voice was very flat, as if calling out an old classmate's name.
Smuggled national treasures thirty-seven times, profiting 1.1 billion. Headed a human trafficking ring, selling three hundred and twelve people through your hands. Do you confess, or not?
The named middle-aged man suddenly raised his head, the fat on his face trembling as he hoarsely denied it: You are spitting blood! I did not, I am not, do not spout nonsense!
Lin Mo had no interest in debating him.
A flick of the wrist.
A flash of silver light.
Pfft.
A head flew into the sky, drawing a parabola in the air, its face still frozen in an expression of horror and anger.
Blood from the severed artery sprayed a full two meters high, landing on the ground to form a brilliant flower.
Ah!
The dead silence was torn apart by screams. The crowd instantly exploded, crying for their parents as they surged toward the various exits and corridors of the hall.
However, they had not run more than a few steps before they hit what seemed like an invisible wall of glass.
Bang!
Bang bang!
Dull thuds rang out one after another. The people running at the front were knocked dizzy, blood flowing from their noses and mouths as they limply slid to the ground.
An invisible barrier had sealed off all avenues of escape.
Lin Mo did not even look at the fleeing people. He simply flicked his finger, pulling Chai Tianyi's terrified soul into his hand, and casually crushed it.
Memories, evidence of crimes, all grasped.
Very good, it was exactly as he had seen.
He even found several more deeply hidden accomplices from Chai Tianyi's memories.
All the filthy deeds the Chai family had done were understood by Lin Mo one by one.
And then, he would resolve them in the name of their crimes.
Even Yanhuang Awakening would not be able to say a single word of complaint.
He could even uncover more people who had committed evil deeds.
He now had a little black book in his mind.
Dongfang Shuye turned his head, only to realize that Lin Mo was slaughtering people left and right, but every time he declared a crime, it made Dongfang Shuye's heart tremble.
Chai Tianfu, used usury to drive countless families to their deaths, families you cannot even count yourself. Do you confess? Your companies span at least twenty administrative districts, and you collaborated with Chai Tianyi in human trafficking. Do you confess?
No... do not kill me! I confess! I confess to everything!
The man literally wet himself in fear, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing like a pounding pestle.
Lin Mo nodded, seemingly very satisfied with his attitude.
Good attitude. I will give you a quick death.
The blade flashed again, and another head rolled onto the ground.
One name vanished from the little black book in Lin Mo's heart.
Dongfang Shuye only felt a chill rush from the soles of his feet straight to the crown of his head.
Were those crimes real?
Or were they just excuses for murder that Lin Mo fabricated on the spot?
But those details, accurate down to the single digits, made the deepest rationality in his heart feel that they were not fake.
Seeing Lin Mo raise his hand to point out the next one, Dongfang Shuye finally could not hold back anymore and roared with all his might: Enough! Lin Mo!
Lin Mo's movements paused. He turned his head, a trace of genuine confusion on his face.
Ah? What is enough?
Before his voice faded, the willow-leaf blade in his hand seemed to have a life of its own, casually flicking to the side.
The closest head, belonging to a young third-generation member of the Chai family, flew off in response.
The entire hall had become a living hell.
Blood converged into streams on the floor, and severed heads could be seen everywhere.
It was not that no one screamed, but rather that the moment they opened their mouths, Lin Mo silenced them.
Dongfang Shuye felt this was simply too bloody; he wanted to offer some words of persuasion.
Right at this moment.
The sound of a helicopter came from overhead.
Within Lin Mo's spiritual sense, he knew it was Director Long arriving by helicopter.
He saw Long Tianqi leap down from the helicopter, directly smashing through the ceiling and descending from high above.
It was also at this time that Lin Mo saw Long Tianqi glowing entirely red.
This was the reddest person Lin Mo had seen so far.
It seemed this Director of Yanhuang Awakening was someone who truly cared for the motherland.
In Lin Mo's eyes, Long Tianqi was much more pleasing to look at than Dongfang Shuye.
However, the moment Long Tianqi saw Lin Mo, she trembled all over and almost failed her landing.
How could this be?! This is actually...
Nevertheless, her figure landed steadily on the ground.
We meet again, Director Long, Lin Mo took the initiative to greet her.
Long Tianqi took a deep breath, swept her gaze around, and found blood flowing all over the floor, as well as the monster's corpse that had been sliced in half.
What is going on here?!
Hearing Long Tianqi's voice, Chai Chengxin, who had been knocked flying earlier, finally climbed up from the ground.
Director Long! You must uphold justice for us!
However, Long Tianqi did not directly answer Chai Chengxin's cry for help, but stared fixedly at Lin Mo.
Lin Mo felt that Long Tianqi's gaze was strange. If it were not for the fact that she was wrapped in a red glow, he would have suspected she was a bad guy.
Director Long! Chai Chengxin could not help but roar again.
The next second, Long Tianqi raised her hand, golden light emitting from her palm, and viciously slammed Chai Chengxin against the wall.
Such a decisive action already demonstrated Long Tianqi's stance.
Long Tianqi continued to look at Lin Mo, finally saying, Whatever it is, let us wait until we return to the bureau to talk. Right now, what needs to be done is to secure the evidence of the Chai family's crimes.
It had to be said that the Chai family's martial prowess was lower than Lin Mo had imagined.
But thinking about it carefully, these families were actually political families.
Although Yanhuang Awakening was a massive violent apparatus.
It did not serve anyone exclusively.
The difficulty of destroying the Chai family was far simpler than the Situ family.
Of course, Dongfang Shuye had not mentioned that the Chai family was not an ability-user family; they were not as powerful as the Ning family or the Dongfang family, who had inherited powers in their bloodlines.
Lin Mo thought for a moment, nodded, and then walked in front of Chai Chengxin, grabbing his head to search his soul.
As the head of the Chai family, this Chai Chengxin also emitted a black aura. His collusion with various countries could be said to be too numerous to count.
Everything within his memories was nauseating.
But it also included many spies and traitors who had not yet surfaced.

iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.

lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."

lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”