After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

Chapter 467 List of Experimental Islands

Her breath hitched, and she finally found the source: "It's the pattern on the Emperor's bone."

As soon as he finished speaking, the evidence box on the table jolted violently.

The third character, "kill," shone brightly.

Jiangcheng rested for three days.

No one had a moment to spare during these three days.

On the first day, before dawn, Fatty Wang led two hundred demon soldiers to demolish everything from the east city to the west city.

The remaining 30% of the Life Nails left by Sheng Hui are still intact.

Some are buried deep beneath the foundation of the old hospital building.

Some are hidden inside the piers of the bridges spanning the river.

Even worse, some were stuffed deep into the elevator shaft of the shopping mall.

Fatty Wang, leaning on his monk's staff, examined the nail for a long time before drawing a conclusion.

"It's a huge loss to the industry that people like Shenghui aren't getting into the renovation business."

The demon soldier beside him asked, "Commander Wang, how do we dismantle this?"

"dismantle."

Fatty Wang raised his monk's staff.

"Be gentle, don't smash the elevator, people still need to go to work."

The demon soldiers all stopped moving at once.

They come from the demon realm, where burning, killing, and looting are instinctive for them. This is the first time they've heard of having to consider Dentsu's warranty issues while fighting a war.

Fatty Wang glared at him.

"What are you looking at? The Demon Emperor himself gave the order: do not disturb the people."

"Anyone who dares to disturb the peace, I'll make them go and reimburse Chen Ya."

The group of demon soldiers immediately became solemn, even more so than when they heard the name of the Moon Emperor.

The next day, Qin San escorted the prisoners from Penglai into the temporary courtroom.

Xu Youning was bound by the Soul-Sealing Lock, and the remnant soul of the first Pavilion Master in her abdomen was also suppressed by the Forgotten River Seal.

Nine disciples from the Discipline Hall knelt in a row in front of the hall.

Outside the courtroom were official recorders, judges sent by the underworld to observe the proceedings, sorcerers from the southern border, and the media evidence team arranged by Chen Ya.

Qin San slammed the thick stack of case files heavily onto the table.

"The 30,000-year-old black box of Penglai begins with the deal between Xu Wentian and the Moon Emperor."

One of the disciples, his face pale, offered his explanation.

"We were just following orders."

Qin San's gaze pierced straight at him, his voice like cold iron: "Ordered to sacrifice Xu Youwei?"

The disciple's lips trembled.

"The Pavilion Master said this action is for the sake of preserving the world..."

Qin San directly projected a flashback image into the air.

In the scene, Xu Wentian admits that he wagered the entire planet Blue Star in order to break free from the shackles of the old Heavenly Dao.

There was no more sound in the hall.

Qin San asked, word by word, "Shou Shi?"

"What you are guarding is that little bit of private desire hidden in the ancestral graves."

When these words reached the manor, Fatty Wang immediately slammed his fist on the table and cheered.

"Old Qin has finally learned to swear. His growth rate is astonishing."

On the third day, Xiao Rou led the Gu Master to inspect the earth's veins.

After her natal Gu molted, she was weak and remained lying in the bamboo tube, refusing to move.

Xiao Rou squatted on the ground and carefully used a thin needle to pick away the mud on the surface.

A gray thread emerged from the ground, about to slip into her sleeve, when it was bitten tightly by a bluish-black Gu worm.

Xiao Rou gently tapped the bamboo tube.

Eat slowly.

The Gu worms ignored it.

Xiao Rou added another sentence.

"If you eat too much, Fatty Wang will grab you and use you as the design for a banner."

The worm immediately released its grip, turned its head, and spat out the residue of the gray thread.

The Gu Masters from Southern Xinjiang standing nearby all lowered their heads, trying to suppress their laughter.

Inside the manor.

Sisters Su Qingling and Su Qingwu are rebuilding the Blind Array.

Xiao Hongli sat outside the formation, the tattered ghost banner spread out on her lap.

She was holding a needle and thread, mending the wound stitch by stitch.

The fierce ghosts inside the banner dared not even breathe.

During the last battle against the Heavenly Corpses, they were almost used as firewood to ignite the Yin Gate, but now they are more obedient than anyone else.

Su Qingwu glanced at it when she had a spare moment.

Why is your banner so quiet?

Xiao Hongli's hands kept moving.

"They're ripe."

A faint thought emanated from the banner.

"The main reason is that I don't want to die a second time."

Su Qingling: "..."

This reason is quite valid.

The Underworld, the Third Court.

Li Zhiyao has been guarding the Yinlu Well for three days without moving an inch.

The ancient law plate hung behind her, with 372 light screens splitting off from its surface.

Each light screen corresponds to a long-forgotten case.

Zhao Tao knelt by the well, his entire soul so thin it was almost transparent.

"I told you, I really told you everything!"

Li Zhiyao didn't even raise her head, her voice was cold and aloof.

"In the thirty-seventh field record, you missed reporting one person who signed for the package."

Zhao Tao's soul trembled even more violently.

"I've only seen that person once!"

"name."

Zhao Shijiang called him Dr. Bai.

The water in Yinlu Well splashed with a loud noise.

An old case file was unearthed from the bottom of a well.

Dr. Bai.

Sheng Hui Surgical Consultant.

Twenty-seven years ago, she was one of the implementers of the "Return to Pregnancy Plan" at Jiangcheng First Maternal and Child Hospital.

Li Zhiyao took notes.

"Archive".

Emperor Song sat on the broken throne, the hole in his chest temporarily sealed by the power of the ancient law plate.

He stared at Li Zhiyao's retreating figure for a long while before finally speaking: "You're even more ruthless than Zhou Ran."

Li Zhiyao's tone was flat: "He was in charge of flipping the table."

"I'm responsible for registering and numbering each cockroach under the table."

Emperor Song remained silent.

The judges of the underworld inside the hall also fell silent.

This doesn't sound fierce, but it really takes a lot of effort from ghosts.

Jiangcheng, Xiao Family Manor.

Chen Ya has taken over all of Sheng Hui's remaining assets in the Asian region.

After the core of the White Pagoda was stripped away, the massive pool of funds was completely exposed.

Funds from medical foundations, charitable shells, pharmaceutical company equity, and underground experiments.

Every single account is stained with blood.

Chen Ya did not let the money vanish into thin air.

She allowed the legal team, the official audit team, and the Xiao family consortium to enter at the same time.

"A separate fund should be set up for compensation for illegal experiments."

"A separate fund will be set up for the rescue of those with special physical conditions who have been kidnapped."

"The compensation funds for Jiangcheng after this disaster will be allocated separately."

"The hospital's manual dispatch system must be maintained for 72 hours, and staff are not allowed to leave their posts early in order to save money."

The assistant leaned closer to her and lowered his voice: "President Chen, if we continue to divide it like this, Sheng Hui's assets will be completely drained."

Chen Ya shifted her gaze from the screen and fixed it on his face.

"It was supposed to be empty."

The assistant dared not say another word.

The evidence box was right next to her.

The imperial bones in the box have been unusually quiet for the past three days.

The quieter it was, the more unsettling it seemed.

In the heart of the formation in the basement.

Lin Qingxue sat cross-legged in the center of the formation, her eyes covered with black silk.

The eye between her brows was only slightly open.

Zhou Ran stood in front of her, with the white bone pen suspended between them.

"Seventy percent."

Lin Qingxue spoke.