Chapter 778: Chapter 778: Going Ho_1 Chapter 778: Chapter 778: Going Ho_1 “Brother Davenport, when do you plan on going to the capital?”
After walking out of the main gate, Karen couldn’t help but look back at dicine King Valley.
From today onward, she and this place would no longer have any connection.
“I’ll go after I’ve helped Bamboo Whitaker detoxify.”
Julius Reed looked at the antidote in his hand for the Triple-Three-Three Day Poison and felt a wave of emotions.
At last, he had settled an account for his old friend.
As for helping the Whitaker family get their revenge…
He would do it after he returned from the capital.
Those people had been living off the corpses of the Leocadia Family mbers for three years, so three more months wouldn’t make a difference.
“What about Lily Jorden…”
Karen laughed and teased, “There’s no cure for that, unless you turn off the light; I can provide you with so knockout drugs, I guarantee that girl won’t know a thing.”
Bang!
A shadow flew out.
“Ow!”
The next mont.
Karen’s howl of pain ca from the bushes.
“Heh heh.”
Terry Moore picked up the shoe Karen had dropped and tossed it forcefully back into the bushes.
“Damn it, Karen.”
“Brother Davenport, are we following you or should we go back to the capital?”
Karen ran out in a disheveled state, her face covered in mud.
The early spring rain had indeed moistened the earth.
“Let’s go back to the capital first…
I’ll be there in a day or two.”
Julius Reed thought of the inevitable eting with Sophia Leocadia upon his arrival in the capital and felt sowhat helpless.
“Just now, why didn’t you ask who the Inner Sect Disciple hiding in the Leocadia Family is?”
This was the biggest puzzle in Karen’s heart.
“Do you know them?”
Julius Reed countered with a question.
“No, I don’t know.
I recognize many Inner Sect Disciples from dicine King Valley, but this person seems to have been hidden for many years.”
Karen’s brows were tightly furrowed.
He wasn’t without effort in trying to conduct secret investigations over the years, but they had all co to nothing.
That person was like they didn’t exist at all.
Yet they were watching them every mont.
“dicine King made such a huge bet, he would not tell you.
Or what if he just ntions the na of a mber of the Leocadia Family, how would you verify it?”
Julius Reed walked with his hands clasped behind his back, treading the muddy path outside dicine King Valley.
“Or perhaps, the Leocadia Family has more than one insider?
If he says that the Inner Sect Disciple is Sophia Leocadia’s father, or even, do you think it’s impossible that the poisoned Old Master Leocadia in the family is soone from dicine King Valley?”
“Self-poisoning?”
Karen was stunned.
He…
truly couldn’t discern the truth.
“I’m just making a hypothetical case, don’t think too much about it.”
Julius Reed looked up at the night sky, recalling the words of Old Mr.
Carmichael.
Where is Isabella Warm?
Why was she being pursued three years ago, just before he set off for the snowy mountains?
The handmaidens of the Holy Master are not allowed to leave; within Demarco Mount, they even have supre authority.
Yet she left anyway!
Could it be that Demarco Mount couldn’t keep her safe?
What was Cold Nelson doing at the ti?
Along with the two items Stacy Cook obtained…
On this trip to the capital.
He must find out what exactly happened three years ago.
“Brother Davenport, why did you only take Bamboo Whitaker’s antidote earlier, what about Old Master Leocadia’s antidote…
”
Karen scratched his head, fearing another beating.
“On my trip to the capital, I’m not there to save people, only to kill.
What use would I have for an antidote?”
Julius Reed and his group could already vaguely make out the figures of Harvey Martin and Santiago Carmichael.
The two hadn’t gone to dicine King Valley but were waiting at the ferry crossing instead.
“But you…
you already promised Sophia Leocadia…”
Karen was utterly confused.
Not saving anymore?
Then who was he going to kill in the capital?
“I will definitely do what I promised her.
Do I still need to do it personally with my current identity?”
Julius Reed patted Karen’s shoulder, “Sotis, killing can also save people.”
After saying that, he strode towards Harvey Martin and Santiago Carmichael.
“Dude, I’m freezing to death!”
Harvey Martin was looking around at the mont.
The wind was strong and chilly by the riverside of dicine King Valley in the evening.
She wrapped her coat around Santiago Carmichael again, now with her little face all red from the cold.
“These two pills, one for each of you.”
Julius Reed opened his right hand.
In his palm lay two dicinal pills.
“This…”
Santiago Carmichael’s eyes flashed with excitent.
“No!
I can’t take this…”
He shook his head, refusing the offer.
“The ear pendant you gave is worth much more than these.
Strictly speaking, you’re at a loss.” Julius Reed pushed the pills into Santiago Carmichael’s hand, “Live well, after I enter the capital, I’ll co to visit you.”
“Really?
Can my ear pendant really be worth as much as these pills?”
Santiago Carmichael had brought the most valuable thing in his house to dicine King Valley after hearing soone else’s suggestion.
He hadn’t held any illusions to begin with.
“It’s priceless!”
Julius Reed stepped onto the small boat at the ferry crossing, “Let’s go, it’s ti to leave.”
The effects of Absolute Dust lasted for a full seven hours.
Seven hours later, they had long departed.
After the group had left, a shadow erged from the bushes.
In the night sky, a red dot could be seen.
“Hiss!”
“Whoosh!”
Devlin took a deep drag on his cigarette, gently exhaled the smoke, and pulled out the cell phone from his pocket.
“Devlin, how is the progress with dicine King Valley’s dicine?”
From the phone, an old voice ca through.
“Julius Reed, he ca.”
Devlin narrowed his eyes, looking towards the direction of the ferry crossing, his voice deep.
“Then, has he…
noticed anything unusual?”
Granny Xihua’s voice suddenly tensed up.
“No.
It’s very covert, but the person we’ve hidden in Ghost Valley might need to move.”
Devlin placed the cigarette in his mouth, taking a light puff.
“You’re smoking again, how many tis have I told you to cut down?”
Granny Xihua’s voice suddenly softened a great deal.
“Old habit, I’m not happy without smoke.
Haven’t you gotten used to it after all these years with ?”
Devlin chuckled lightly, his lips claiming he couldn’t be happy without a smoke, yet he obediently snubbed out the cigarette butt.
“I can’t bother with you.
You’d best smoke yourself to death, I’ll bury you under a tobacco factory so even as a ghost you can smoke.”
Granny Xihua said sowhat resentfully.
“Then, wouldn’t you…
be a widow.”
Devlin pulled out a remote control from his waist, “dicine King is only missing one final herbal ingredient, but they’ve been keeping it from us, hoping to reap the benefits alone.”
“How did you find out?”
Granny Xihua’s voice grew sharp again.
“Dustin Rose told .”
Devlin glanced at the brightly lit dicine King Valley, “I’ve decided to teach them a lesson.
After all, these people will only hold their grudge against Julius Reed.”
“Don’t ss up our dicine refining.”
Granny Xihua cautioned, “Be safe.”
“Don’t worry.”
Devlin hung up the phone and adjusted the black felt hat on his head.
As he flicked the extinguished cigarette butt away, his finger pressed the red button on the remote control.
“Never, underestimate human nature.”
Boom!
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Inside dicine King Valley, a giant fla erupted.
Suddenly, there ca a deafening explosion.
Even the ground beneath their feet trembled slightly.
…
“There’s trouble at ho.”
Inside a great mountain.
Several elders were sitting cross-legged.
One of them opened his eyes and took out a cellphone from his robe.
On the cellphone screen, flas roared fiercely.
“What day is it today?” he asked aloud.
“New Year’s Day!”
Soone replied.
“We haven’t returned ho for thirty years.
Now that there’s trouble, the younger generation may not be able to handle it.”
The elder stood up, his expression solemn.
“It’s ti to return ho.”
Crack!
The mont the words fell.
The ice blocking the cave entrance cracked.
PS: I wrote 13,000 words yesterday, and up to this chapter today it’s 4,300.
I’ll put together whatever I write next this evening.
It appears more substantial that way.
Otherwise, even if I write seven chapters, posting them intermittently, it seems too little.
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