Traveling through the world of beasts: Beast husbands! Stop snatching!

Chapter 315 Unforgivable Sinners

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

In Tiger Lion City, Fugui'er's injuries are recovering well with the help of the Elixir of Immortality.

Although the bloody hole in his chest was still gruesome, at least it had stopped bleeding, and he was much more awake, able to sit up and drink some minced meat soup.

Yuan Xiao and Bi Zhi stayed by her side every step of the way, their eyes bloodshot.

Xiao Chu also stayed by their side, helping them from time to time, such as changing Fu Gui'er's dressings and wiping her body.

The group remained mostly silent, the atmosphere so oppressive it was almost suffocating.

On the evening of the third day, a guard rushed in, his face pale: "Your Majesty, someone from the Beast God's side has arrived and requests your presence."

Di Lin was smoking by the window. Hearing this, he turned around, his face somewhat blurred by the swirling smoke.

"Who came?" he asked.

"Yes, it's a guard from Lord Hui's side." The attendant's voice was very low. "He said that Lord Beast God has important matters to discuss and requests that you go there tonight. Preparations have been made in Mutian City."

The hall fell silent instantly.

All eyes turned to Di Lin.

Zehui was the first to stand up, his brows furrowed: "So fast... Is Hui going to make a move on you?"

Yun Feng also put down his teacup, his expression grave: "Is it a real Beast God or a fake Beast God? I think it's most likely a trap."

Di Lin didn't speak, but slowly stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, the embers fading away little by little at his fingertips.

After a long pause, he smiled, his voice so calm that no emotion could be discerned: "Whether it's a person or a ghost, we'll only know after we see it."

Yuan Xiao's heart tightened, and she wanted to say something, but she saw that Di Lin had already stood up and started putting on his coat.

He moved unhurriedly, as if he were going to a normal meeting rather than a perilous situation that might mean his death.

“I’ll go with you.” Zehui stepped forward, his tone firm.

“No need.” Di Lin fastened the last button, glanced at him, and said, “You stay here and protect her.” He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, “And all of you.”

These words, spoken casually, sent a chill down everyone's spines.

Yun Feng walked over, patted Di Lin on the shoulder, and said only two words: "Take care."

Di Lin nodded, his gaze finally settling on Yuan Xiao.

She stood there, biting her lip, her eyes red, like a frightened little rabbit.

Di Lin walked over, reached out, and ruffled her hair.

Yuan Xiao suddenly threw herself into his arms, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck, her voice trembling with tears: "You can't be hurt... Di Lin, promise me you'll come back."

Di Lin chuckled softly, put his arm around her waist, and gently kissed her lips.

"Okay." He whispered in her ear, his voice low, "If I do it, you have to give me a reward."

Before Yuan Xiao, whose face was flushed, could answer, Di Lin let go of her hand and turned to walk towards the door.

His silhouette appeared exceptionally upright and resolute in the night.

He didn't turn back, nor did he say anything more.

The hall was so quiet you could hear someone breathing.

Only after Di Lin's figure completely disappeared outside the door did Yuan Xiao's legs go weak, and she was supported by Yun Feng beside her.

She looked at the empty doorway, and tears finally fell.

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Mutian City.

This once bustling place now appears somewhat desolate.

Since the reconstruction, although people don't say it out loud, they are still full of vigilance, fearing that their peaceful lives will be destroyed again.

There weren't many people on the street. Occasionally, an orc would hurry by, but they all kept their heads down and didn't dare to look around.

Di Lin followed the guards into the temple gate.

The interior was very spacious, with huge stone pillars supporting a high dome, and ancient totems carved on the walls on both sides. The hall was brightly lit.

At the deepest part is a divine throne, high above.

The Beast God sat there, dressed in a white robe, with white hair and beard, a kind face, but somewhat empty eyes.

Hui stood beside him, dressed in white, her face pale, with a faint smile on her lips, looking like she was in a good mood.

"The Dragon King has arrived," Hui spoke first, his voice echoing throughout the hall.

Di Lin ignored him, walked straight to the foot of the throne, casually lit a cigarette, took a puff, and then looked up at the Beast God, saying indifferently, "The Beast God has been very mysterious lately, he hasn't shown his face in a long time."

Upon hearing this, the Beast God slowly turned his head to look at Di Lin, his movements somewhat stiff.

"I had some tricky business a while ago and didn't have time to tell you, which made you worry," the Beast God said. His voice was as old and peaceful as before, but he spoke slowly, as if he was thinking about each word before saying it.

Di Lin flicked his cigarette ash: "I'm glad you're alright."

He paused, then asked, "Did you need something?"

This time it was Hui who spoke up: "Dragon King, you are indeed very direct. That's right, we invited you here today because we do have something to discuss."

Hui took two steps forward, his face displaying just the right amount of respect: "The culprit who destroyed the Mutian City building has been captured by me. The impact of this incident was extremely negative, affecting the peace and stability of the entire orc world. I've invited the Dragon King here today to discuss how to deal with this heinous criminal."

Di Lin raised an eyebrow, looking at Hui with interest: "Oh? You caught him?"

"Yes." Hui nodded. "It took me a lot of effort."

Di Lin exhaled a smoke ring and smiled: "Alright, bring him up. I want to see who has such audacity."

Comet clapped his hands.

The stone door on the side of the main hall was slowly pushed open, making a dull rustling sound.

Two tall guards carried a thin orc in.

The orc had his head down, his hair disheveled, and his clothes tattered and stained with dirt and blood.

He was supported by two guards, one on each side, with his legs dangling on the ground. They practically dragged him in.

Upon reaching the center of the hall, the two guards released their grip, and the orc collapsed limply to the ground like a lump of mud.

He lay there, breathing weakly, his shoulders rising and falling gently with each breath, looking as if he were about to die.

Di Lin narrowed his eyes and slowly walked over.

He crouched down in front of the orc, reached out and grabbed the man's chin, lifting it up forcefully.

A pale and haggard face came into view.

It is dust.

Although there were many bruises on his face and dried blood at the corner of his mouth, Di Lin recognized him at a glance.

Chen's eyes were half-open, his gaze unfocused, almost unfocused.

When he saw Di Lin, his pupils seemed to shrink for a moment, but quickly returned to their empty state, as if he didn't recognize the person in front of him at all.

Di Lin's face remained expressionless, but he tightened his grip on Di Lin's chin, then suddenly flung him back to the ground.

"Cough cough..." Chen let out a weak cough, curling up as if in great pain.