Arriving at the base of Chen Yingyin's building.
Gu Yan sent a message, and moments later, a strikingly beautiful figure unlike usual came down.
She opened the car door and swung her long legs inside. Though not in uniform, she still exuded an aura of valor.
And the first thing she did upon entering...
Chen Yingyin clenched her fist and said apologetically: "Gu Yan, I'm sorry."
Gu Yan motioned for Old Gao to drive, then turned to Chen Yingyin in confusion: "Sister Yingyin, what are you saying? I don't understand. Why are you apologizing to me?"
Chen Yingyin took a deep breath, glanced at Old Gao, and after some thought said: "Just as you said, Xiao Lin indeed has powerful connections."
Old Gao, driving in front, remained expressionless but his eyes flickered slightly. Xiao Lin...
Gu Yan put on a surprised expression: "Sister Yingyin, do you mean...?"
"Yes, it's as you thought. Xiao Lin was taken away by an organization called the Huaxia Special Action Investigation Department."
"The person who came to get him was called Bai Jun. Do you know about this organization?"
"Gu Yan, I sense that you seem to know a lot. Can you tell me? My father won't reveal a word to me."
Chen Yingyin's gaze was serious. She really wanted to understand these inexplicable events.
Whether it was Xiao Lin's strength to punch through the ground, or that strange investigative department.
She wanted to know it all.
"So this kind of thing really happened after all..."
Gu Yan sighed, then slowly began speaking, his expression serious: "Sister Yingyin, if I told you magic exists in this world, would you believe me?"
"!"
Chen Yingyin's eyes widened in surprise. She took a deep breath to calm herself, then gave a wry smile: "If you had told me this before today, I definitely wouldn't have believed it."
"But last night's events were too bizarre. I have no choice but to believe now."
"So Xiao Lin is a magician? And those organizations exist to control magicians?"
Gu Yan was somewhat surprised by Chen Yingyin's ability to accept this. He nodded: "You could understand it that way."
"But Xiao Lin isn't a magician. He's a... warrior."
"Warriors are beings distinct from ordinary people. They're neither fighters nor martial artists. Warriors are simply warriors, and powerful warriors can potentially destroy a mountaintop with one punch."
"Xiao Lin's strength is at the top even among warriors. Because of my special status, many people want to kill me."
"That's how I know about warriors, and when I learned Xiao Lin was also a warrior, I knew he wanted to kill me."
"I just didn't expect that Xiao Lin would fall for Wang Yulan, so he didn't want to kill me in front of her to avoid leaving a bad impression."
"Now, he's indeed been taken away..."
Gu Yan sighed at this point: "Because warriors aren't bound by secular laws, only warrior departments can discipline them."
"That is, the Special Action Investigation Department, or rather — the Ancient Martial Arts Department."
Hearing this, Chen Yingyin felt her worldview being shaken.
Gu Yan had no reason to deceive her, and coupled with the light she saw emanating from Xiao Lin's hands that night, Chen Yingyin was already more than half convinced.
"So there are so many hidden things in this world."
Chen Yingyin murmured. No wonder, no wonder her father refused to tell her anything.
It was just like when he told her not to become a police officer years ago, but to become a teacher instead.
His purpose was still the same old rhetoric about it being too dangerous, about her being a girl, about wanting to protect her, and so on.
Gu Yan looked at Chen Yingyin lost in thought and casually asked: "Sister Yingyin, what do you want to do next?"
What to do...
Chen Yingyin thought for a moment. The confusion left her eyes as she looked seriously at Gu Yan: "I want to catch Xiao Lin and put him in jail! Who knows if what that so-called Bai Jun said about him not killing anyone is true!"
Gu Yan smiled lightly upon hearing this. He extended his hand and said with a smile: "Alright then, Sister Yingyin, we're allies now."
"Xiao Lin hurt my friend and wants to kill me, so I definitely want to catch him too."
"Let's work together!"
Chen Yingyin looked at Gu Yan, feeling somewhat emotional. She never imagined that little boy from years ago had grown up so much.
He even knew more than her now. She grasped Gu Yan's hand: "Okay! I'll let you know if I hear anything."
Then she turned to Old Gao: "Grandpa Gao, please take me back to the police station. There's a problem that's been bothering me that I think I can solve now."
Gu Yan nodded: "Old Gao, please take Sister Yingyin to the police station."
"Certainly."
Old Gao nodded, thinking to himself: Well, well, who would have thought? Chen Guoping always wanted to keep his daughter out of the ancient martial arts world.
But... who knew it would be my young master who brought her in? This is getting interesting.
Chen Yingyin withdrew her hand, her eyes showing a hint of excitement.
If her guess was correct, that bizarre serial killing case at the Autumn Water Garden Community might soon be solved!
Gu Yan glanced sideways at the excited Chen Yingyin, the corner of his mouth curling up slightly.
So the Autumn Water Garden plot is coming soon...
......
.......
At the Leng Family residence.
In the study.
A butterfly landed on Leng Qingqiu's desk.
Leng Qingqiu paused briefly in her reading.
Moments later.
Poof!
The butterfly turned to powder and scattered out the window.
Leng Qingqiu's expression gradually turned cold.
So that's how it is.
The King of Hell Palace's master's body is failing, so he will hold a banquet in two days to announce his successor.
Heh, how interesting.
Leng Qingqiu slowly opened her eyes, gently stroking the corner of her eye.
A hint of murderous intent flashed in her eyes.
Since he's a dead man walking anyway... it shouldn't be a problem to use him for her purposes, right?
Oh yes, he also has a most valued adopted son called Long Zaitian.
That young body's strength would be perfect for maintaining the various functions of this old man's body.
Even trash has its uses.
It seems...
She'll have to attend the banquet he's holding in two days.
Not openly, of course, but in her capacity as... the king of the Night Organization.
The banquet in two days will certainly be lively.
But no one will expect that the master of the King of Hell Palace will also become her puppet on that day.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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.”
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
