?Chapter 1711: Ended up Right Where They Started

Chapter 1711: Ended up Right Where They Started

Ning Shu felt like the current Fan Junyang was very impatient and restless, so much so that he wasn’t afraid of threatening others. The previous Fan Junyang wasn’t like this.

It felt like he was a cornered rabbit ready to bite.

The crowd was freezing to the point that snot was running down their noses. Their bodies finally warmed up a little after they each had a bowl of hot water. As of now, no matter what anyone said, there was no way any of them would leave again.

After all that, they had ended up right where they started. They did not know what would happen next.

Ning Shu was even more confused. Was the uncle someone that bored? Why would he take everyone around for no reason?

Ning Shu pondered. She had gotten really tired of this non-stop killing game. She might as well take the initiative.

Anyway, no matter how hard she racked her brain, she still could not think of who the murderer was. There were many suspects, and all of them felt like they could be the murderer.

Ning Shu glanced at Xiao Lan’s neck. What exactly was hanging on that red string?

There was no dinner, as the old woman didn’t prepare food for them. They had a falling out anyways.

It was already good to have a sip of hot water. Ning Shu took out the morning’s black-flour steamed buns, which were hard and unpalatable.

She then slowly started nibbling them.

The crowd either sat or stood in the hall. Although it was still cold, it was much more comfortable than the freezing temperature outside. Surprisingly, none of them complained.

Ning Shu was sitting at the foot of the wall. She wondered whether Xiao Lan was really blind or was she wearing contact lenses?

After some time, Ning Shu closed her eyes to cultivate. The hall turned quiet, with only the sound of breathing.

She had no idea how long she had cultivated when she was awoken by faint footsteps. Ning Shu opened her eyes and saw that Fan Junyang, Wang Jie, and even the uncle lying on the recliner were missing.

Where did they go?

Ning Shu tiptoed out of the hall. As she looked for the missing persons, she eventually discovered two dark shadows in the inner courtyard.

Ning Shu carefully hid herself, perking up her ears to hear their conversation.

She vaguely heard, “You dare to go against your superiors?”

”I can’t be bothered to worry about that anymore. Just give me the stuff.”

“Fan Junyang, you’re just a small outer sect disciple. How dare you speak to me like that?”

Upon listening carefully, the voice seemed to be Xiao Lan’s.

“I’ll die without that thing.”

While chatting, the two actually started fighting. In the middle of the fight, Fan Junyang pulled out a knife. Its blade gleamed in the light, shining with a snowy glimmer.

Xiao Lan’s incredulous voice came after the sound of the knife cutting into the flesh resounded, “How dare you attack me?”

Fan Junyang yanked off the thing around Xiao Lan’s neck.

At once, Xiao Lan covered her heart and collapsed.

Fan Junyang put the pendant away and turned around, only to have a sharpened wooden stick thrust into his heart.

The relieved expression on Fan Junyang’s face froze. After one last stunned glance at the person in front of him, he fell on the snow with Xiao Lan.

Ning Shu: …

What was this situation? Ning Shu squinted to see Fan Junyang’s killer.

The black shadow bent down and picked up the pendant in Fan Junyang’s hand.

“Give me the stuff.” The uncle’s voice was light and airy.

Ning Shu: →_→

Exactly how many people were hidden here?

When the uncle raised his gun, Wang Jie said calmly with his hands raised, “Even if you are a first-generation task-taker, this thing is now mine. A first-generation task-taker would not snatch something from me, a small primary task-taker, right?”

The uncle scoffed. “Who are you to bargain with me?”

Wang Jie had a cold expression. He remained quiet for a long time and didn’t give the pendant to the uncle.

Ning Shu dug at her ears. Wang Jie was a primary task-taker? She remembered the only primary task-taker here was Zhang Jiasen.

Translator: Kaho