Chapter 614: He Was Murdered?

As soon as he finished speaking, Kong Baosheng, clutching a large bag of medicine, shot up to the second floor like an arrow.

Only after Kong Baosheng's figure completely disappeared up the stairs did Li Qingshan step into the room, feeling utterly exhausted.

Wang Jincheng, standing by the opera house door, had witnessed everything. His expression shifted several times, and after a moment's hesitation, he finally propped himself against the wall, stood up, and slowly walked towards Li Qingshan.

"Mr. Li Qingshan, is that right?" Wang Jincheng began.

Li Qingshan was momentarily startled by Wang Jincheng's approach and instinctively nodded. "Is something wrong?"

After glancing at the empty staircase and at Huang Suyue, who was standing at a distance, Wang Jincheng spoke with a serious expression:

"Tell me the truth... Was Boss Lin killed?"

Li Qingshan stared blankly.

Seeing Li Qingshan frozen, Wang Jincheng continued, "You might fool that child, but you can't fool me... I know what Calamities are like. Even if you two had split up, it's absolutely impossible for both of you to have survived..."

"You returned alive, which most likely means Boss Lin was caught by the Calamity, and then..."

Wang Jincheng left the last sentence unspoken, but seeing Li Qingshan's stunned expression, he felt his guess was accurate.

In fact, his assumption was quite reasonable. If any two ordinary people could survive a Calamity, then what had humanity's nine great realms been worrying about all these years? Li Qingshan's disheveled return alone, and his hesitant words about Chen Ling, spoke volumes.

The crucial point was that Li Qingshan now also found Wang Jincheng's words reasonable. Faced with eyes that seemed to see through everything, Li Qingshan could only brace himself and say,

"I... I don't know. Brother Lin led the Calamity away for me at the time. Whether he escaped alive afterward, I..."

Li Qingshan lowered his head and remained silent.

Seeing this, Wang Jincheng already had his answer. He let out a long sigh and patted Li Qingshan on the shoulder,

"You don't need to blame yourself so much; it's not your fault... Boss Lin was a good man. I'm not surprised he made that choice."

Li Qingshan was truly at a loss. He could only slightly adjust his story to align with Wang Jincheng's assumption, at least to get through this immediate situation. At worst, he could wait by the door later and intercept Chen Ling if he returned.

Just then, the walkie-talkie clipped to Wang Jincheng's waist suddenly crackled to life.

His expression shifted slightly. He immediately went to the opera house door and pressed the button...

"This is Yang Muquan from the Eighth Hall. I've found the remaining Crimson Sky Cultists' lair!" A hurried voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"Their numbers are too great; sixty to seventy people are gathered as if performing an apocalypse summoning ritual. There are also two bishops among them. The surrounding divine path has been completely disrupted... And Calamities are circling, preventing me from getting close."

"I need backup, repeat, I need backup!!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Jincheng's expression instantly turned grave, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

He had just considered the possibility that these Crimson Sky Cultists would hide in some dark corner to summon the apocalyptic entity from the 'Sighing Wilderness.' He never expected his premonition to come true!

The good news was that someone had located the Crimson Sky Cultists. The bad news was... even the Halls found themselves helpless against such a massive Crimson Sky Cult formation.

As the Police Bureau director, Wang Jincheng naturally couldn't stand by. Although he was still injured and his movements were severely hampered, he knew he had to go regardless. What if his assistance was precisely what they needed? What if they ultimately failed to stop the Crimson Sky Cult, allowing the apocalyptic entity to descend? The entire Mortal Realm would be doomed, and healing here would simply be waiting for death!

"I'll be there immediately!" Wang Jincheng replied gravely.

He wasn't the only one; most other Floating Life Scrolls personnel also responded to the rescue request and began gradually converging on the Crimson Sky Cult's location.

Wang Jincheng put away his walkie-talkie and stumbled out of the opera house door. Immediately, Li Qingshan's voice rang out from behind him:

"Director Wang, where are you going?"

"To deal with the source of all this," Wang Jincheng replied, looking back. "Hide well inside the opera house and don't wander off... This whole farce should be over soon."

With that, Wang Jincheng left without a backward glance, his figure disappearing into the howling wind.

Witnessing this, Li Qingshan felt a subtle sense of relief.

With that man gone, the biggest unpredictable factor in the opera house was finally removed. His secret with Chen Ling shouldn't be exposed... right?

Wang Jincheng gritted his teeth and walked step by step toward the distant address reported over the walkie-talkie.

The address wasn't too far from the opera house; at the very least, Wang Jincheng, in his current state, could still manage to walk there. His only concern was that Calamities might suddenly emerge along the way, and he had mentally prepared himself for a bloody battle.

But the reality left him utterly bewildered.

Indeed, he encountered many Calamities along the way, but these creatures seemed to have no interest in him. Shadow-like monsters were locked in battle with creatures made of bone, and the scene was utterly chaotic. In this particular street, there was a high concentration of shadow monsters, which were relentlessly pursuing and slaughtering the bone creatures.

"The ones resembling skeletons are Calamities from the 'Sighing Wilderness'... But where did these shadow-like Calamities come from? The 'Ghost Mocking Abyss'? How could Calamities from the 'Ghost Mocking Abyss' appear here?"

Wang Jincheng couldn't make sense of it, so he simply bypassed the warring Calamities and pressed on. After some time, he finally reached the vicinity of the address described over the walkie-talkie.

However, as he slowly advanced, the divine path within his body suddenly became turbulent, flickering as if affected by a strange magnetic field... And the further he proceeded, the more intense this disturbance became.

Wang Jincheng's brows furrowed tightly.

He knew, of course, that this was a power of the Crimson Sky Cult. While a single cultist wouldn't cause significant disturbance, when a group of them gathered, especially with bishops present, their influence would amplify, like heat radiating outwards in all directions from a burning fire.

He was now, step by step, drawing closer to the 'source' of the Crimson Sky Cult's power.

"Damn it... With so many Crimson Sky Cultists gathered, if I go any further, won't all my abilities spiral out of control?" Wang Jincheng looked down at his hands and muttered to himself.

Even without activating his own abilities, the dust beneath his feet began to spontaneously drift outwards... An incredibly faint shockwave was emanating from him, a skill inherently belonging to a Pioneer, yet it was slowly slipping from his control.

As Wang Jincheng was consumed by worry, he suddenly felt something flash beneath him, deep within the earth. It moved with astonishing speed, like a bolt of lightning!

Only Wang Jincheng, with his acute sensitivity to the 'earth,' perceived this anomaly. Yet, he couldn't activate his own abilities to track it... He could only murmur to himself:

"What was that... It just zipped by?"