Tomb raiding: Today is another day I don't want to go home.

Chapter 118 The Demon Mother Reappears

"Fifth Brother is joking. Many of my brothers travel the streets and alleys, so their sources of information are naturally wide, but they can't be said to be the most cutting-edge. Besides," the Second Elder puffed on his pipe, the scarlet tobacco leaves flickering in the pipe, accompanied by a pungent smoke, his expression rising and falling in the air, "Lord Wang Jue isn't here. Fifth Brother, aren't you afraid of being criticized for saying such things at this time?"

Everyone in the Wang family knows Wang Jue's exceptional infiltration skills. Every piece of intelligence he gathers is invariably based on a person's Achilles' heel and crucial information about important plans. This fifth brother Wang is praising himself so much; he probably wants to be the second brother too. Hmph...

"Hey~ I, the fifth brother, don't have anything to offer anyway, so why should I be afraid of any criticism! The key is that the tangerine peel didn't go according to plan, and I don't know who leaked the news in advance."

"Fifth Brother means there's a mole?" The Third Elder frowned, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, and slowly said, "But everyone here is family, bound by blood, and knows each other inside and out. Surely no one would be foolish enough to sever ties just to reveal a secret that won't affect the overall situation!"

"Heh...that's not necessarily true," the Ninth Elder, who had been leaning against the shadows in the corner, suddenly sneered. He moved his legs, and his left knee made a teeth-grinding grinding sound, like the sound of metal moving together. "Not everyone who knows the general plan is here. Whether there's a mole or not, we'll find out by trying!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a scorching aura of bloodline emanated from the Ninth Elder, the heat wave distorting the air within a foot around him, transmitting the message to the others in the council hall—he was not a traitor.

With the Ninth Elder setting an example, the others also released their own bloodline energy, and as expected, there were no problems.

Now, only the identities of Wang Quan, who holds the main position, and Wang Jue, who disappeared in Banna, remain unverified...

"Patriarch, we juniors have all verified it. Would you like to do the same?" The Fifth Elder's words were questioning, but his tone didn't imply any choice. He glanced at the empty spot in the other row, a hint of deep-seated malice in his eyes.

Wang Quan sighed inwardly. He opened his eyes and looked at the Fifth Elder in the third chair on his left, feeling somewhat regretful. After all, he had only recently begun to cultivate a relationship with him: "It's time to express..."

Now that Wang Jue's fate is uncertain, those who covet power and harbor ulterior motives will inevitably be exposed. Wang Quan had anticipated this, but he felt that the Fifth Prince shouldn't be so blatant! It's utterly foolish...

When the Fifth Elder met Wang Quan's unfathomable gaze, his expression suddenly hardened. Just as he was about to stand up and speak, he saw Wang Quan slightly raise the cane in his hand and then lower it.

The next second, a wisp of enchanting white mist emerged from the patterns on the cane. It swayed left and right in mid-air, as if sniffing something, and then, as if it had found its target, it quickly and happily drifted toward the Fifth Elder.

The bewildered crowd in the council hall only heard a rapid, piercing hiss. When they came to their senses, the Fifth Elder was already entangled in that white mist, which tightened its grip until...

"I was wrong, Master! Save me! Master, please spare me! I was wrong! Ah—"

Accompanied by a series of pleas for mercy and chilling screams, the Fifth Elder rushed toward Wang Quan's head, but it turned into blood halfway there and was then quickly absorbed by the white mist!

bang-

Still reeling from the shock and the bizarre turn of events, the crowd instinctively looked towards the sound, only to see a pale skull tumble to the ground as it lost its support, and a pile of silent bones lying in the center of the council chamber...

That's... the Fifth Elder?

What is the white mist?

"The Demon Mother..."