Slowly ascending the cliff, members of the Tianjian Bureau had already arrived. This time, it was not only Lige but also Zhang Yeqiu. When Zhang Yeqiu saw Wang Lan coming up from the bottom of the cliff, she too was slightly taken aback.
"I say, Greedy Wolf Crown, how is it that wherever an incident occurs, you seem to be there? Truly, you're a lucky charm for our Suzhou City's Tianjian Bureau, living up to your renowned good fortune."
"Sister Qiu, stop teasing me. That murderer was so strange; no matter how many times I killed him, he wouldn't die."
"I've already discussed it with the monks in the temple; it is indeed strange. By the way, where is the murderer now? Why didn't you bring him back? Don't tell me he managed to escape from you?"
"He fell to his death. He was smashed to a pulp, beyond recognition; we'd have to scoop him up with a basin."
"How is he dead again?" asked Zhang Yeqiu, surprised.
