650. Taking Lives but Not Burying Them

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Seeing the strange messages from the great wizards in the WeChat group, Lu Sanhu realized that he had been so busy showing off that he had failed to make the situation clear to everyone.

"Uncle Biao of Shuangyashan, Wujiang: After Mr. Li met with Yan Guangyuan, a director of the Nine Provinces Xuan Association, that Yan guy was murdered."

"Ticket Seller of Fairy Temple, Jianghuai Province: ..."

"Little Tusi of Centipede Cave, Qiannan Road: ..."

"Mr. Hulan of Moon Lake, Treasure Island: Take life and death in stride. If you don't like it, fight! Respect, respect!"

"Black Wizard Eating Dirt on Qiongya Island: Did Mr. Li do it? Or did he hire someone?"

The Black Wizard, who also ran a real estate company, was going out of his mind. If he had an employee who spoke so hesitantly, he'd have them fired a hundred times over.

Mm!

That meant making them write a hundred resignation letters, each at least ten thousand words long.

"Uncle Biao of Shuangyashan, Wujiang: I don't know who did it. That night, the police came to see Mr. Li and told him Yan Guangyuan had been killed. The next day, we ran into people from Institute 507, a bunch of young guys with no hair on their chins who couldn't get anything done. Mr. Li knew what he was doing. He took them to find a great wizard from the Nine Provinces Xuan Association who was being hunted down. She was a woman, too. A bolt of heavenly lightning struck down, and two of the three killers were killed on the spot."

As for the other great wizard from the Nine Provinces Xuan Association—the old man in a suit, Xiang Yuanmin, who had lost Brocade-furred Rat Shuke—Lu Sanhu would never admit, even under torture, that