<h4>Chapter 1835: Chapter 1835: Old Eight’s Fury</h4>


    "Master, who is this Murphy Michael?"


    Hayden Marsh thought hard, but he didn’t recognize such a person.


    He had never heard of him either.


    Could it be an expert?


    Or perhaps an old me of the master?


    But the master is upright, and when he looks for women, he always does it secretly. So how could anyonee knocking?


    Konrad Marsh also had curiosity in his eyes.


    "Murphy Michael? That’s him." Gerrit Harris sneered, pointing at a pile of ashes on the ground.


    The pile of ashes had diminished significantly.


    Most of it had been collected by the Marsh brothers to mix with their rice, turning it into ’ashes rice,’ ced in front of Hercules Marsh’s spirit tablet.


    It is said that you should crush your enemy’s bones and scatter their ashes, but since Murphy Michael was already ashes, they could only vent their anger in this way.


    "That snake charmer?" Hayden Marsh felt a tinge of fear.


    They were Great Grandmasters, always confident.


    But when the snake charmer appeared, they were beaten with no chance to retaliate.


    The fear of being crushed and teetering on the edge of death left a deep shadow in the hearts of the Marsh brothers.


    With the master’s help, they had finally eliminated one of them, and now apaniones seeking revenge?


    "Master, I’ll mobilize the forbidden army! No matter how strong she is, she will suffer losses in front of my forbidden army!" Hayden Marsh grabbed the inner hall phone as he spoke.


    It can only be said that he had been terrified by the snake charmer’s sneak attack.


    The ck Pine League was full of strong fighters, and if the snake charmer had attacked head-on, he might not have reached the inner hall door.


    "No need."


    Gerrit Harris shook his head, his face brimming with confidence: "Do you think I, Gerrit, can’t handle a mere woman? If I hadn’t been ambushed with snake venom, Murphy Michael would have at best been on equal footing with me."


    He held up five fingers, speaking in a deep voice: "Let them through; I want to see just how audacious they are to report directly!"


    At this, Gerrit Harris pointed at Tallh Leocadia, who hade to report at the door: "That woman, alone?"


    It was a bit strange.


    Murphy Michael had nearly overpowered them through a sneak attack.


    But this woman dared to directly announce herself?


    How strong must she be?


    "Master Harris, the woman seems to be injured, struggling even to walk and speak." Tallh Leocadia quickly reported what she had observed, fearing she’d miss any detail and end up as a pile of ashes herself.


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    "Injured?" Gerrit Harris was even more surprised.


    Injured yet so brazen?


    "Is she faking it?" He looked at Tallh Leocadia.


    Feigning injury to make Gerrit Harris and others lower their guard?


    Though somewhat underhanded, it was a viable strategy.


    "Probably not. From the looks of it, the woman seemed anxious, confidently iming our manager will meet her." Tallh Leocadia thought it over, based on the woman’s painful gait andck of authority in her voice, deducing she was likely truly injured.


    "Got it." Gerrit Harrisughed aloud: "This woman must be an aplice of Murphy Michael. If I’m not mistaken, she thinks Murphy Michael has taken control of us and wants toe to Neolle Leocadia to heal."


    "Master, you’re truly wise!" Hayden Marsh immediately began to tter.


    "How dull we were! Master, what should we do?" Konrad Marsh also chimed in withpliments.


    Injured?


    Just as Murphy Michael was killed, they had no ce to vent, and the opponent makes her appearance?


    "Bring her in, and be ready to activate the formation at any time. If she’s truly injured, I want her alive. If she’s faking, then the Ten Hells Yama Formation will be her final destination." Gerrit Harris sneered, taking the spot originally upied by Den Marsh, waving his hand: "Get to it quickly, before she realizes and escapes early."


    Murphy Michael was indeed an expert, but he was taken down by an ambush.


    "An arrow..." Gerrit Harris suddenly recalled that Murphy Michael was shot by an arrow.


    Could it be that the Undead Tribe fears just one arrow?


    There must be a mystery with the arrow.


    He looked towards the ashes and found the arrow was gone.


    "Did any of you notice where the arrow feathers on the ground went?" Gerrit Harris asked his two apprentices. Earlier, he had been restless, eager to return and heal, and had overlooked this matter.


    Now it suddenly urred to him, but the arrow feathers were gone?


    In this room, the Marsh brothers were there the whole time.


    Hayden Marsh had even arranged for Murphy Michael’s ashes to be mixed with rice and ced before the shrine.


    "No, when we cleaned up the ashes, we didn’t see them." Hayden Marsh shook his head, unwilling to betray their younger apprentice, as the Marsh brothers were the happiest after Murphy Michael’s death.


    If it weren’t for intervention by the East Sea sorcerer, Murphy Michael might have been living quitefortably, leaving the Marsh brothers no chance for revenge.


    "Then that’s strange; no one else hase into this room. Could it be that the arrow feathers disappeared into thin air?" Gerrit Harris found it increasingly odd.


    "Master, I heard some secret weapons can disappear. Could it be that the arrow feathers that assassinated Murphy Michael were such a weapon?" Hayden Marsh spected beside him.


    "Yes, it was initially made with ice andter other materials. I’ve seen an arrow like that, which oxidizes and disappears upon contact with air. Perhaps it turned to dust and mixed with the ashes." Konrad Marsh added in agreement.


    "That’s probably it." Gerrit Harris sighed, sat cross-legged, and began to adjust his internal aura.


    Inside the outpost.


    Dorian Cook sat on the sofa, suffering from her wounds.


    The consequence of forcibly unleashing her potential was slower recovery.


    This is why she came looking for Murphy Michael.


    For safety and resources.


    With arge amount of spiritual power poured in, her wounds would heal a bit faster.


    "Miss, pleasee with me." Tallh Leocadia, following orders, returned to the outpost to escort her.


    "Why? Not chasing me away anymore?" Dorian Cook sneered.


    But what surprised her was that Murphy Michael didn’te to personally greet her.


    She must give him a good scolding when they meet!


    "Miss, please." Tallh Leocadia made a gesture of invitation.


    "Move? Are you blind? Can’t you see I’ve been injured?" Dorian Cook stood up and pped Tallh Leocadia across the face.


    Smack!


    The sound was crisp.


    Many guards in the outpost drew their des.


    "It’s alright." Tallh Leocadia signaled her subordinates to sheathe their weapons, smiling apologetically: "Miss, that was my oversight. Someone, prepare the car!"


    "That’s more like it!"


    Dorian Cook with a sullen face, walked to a car parked at the outpost entrance.


    "Quickly."


    "Alright." Tallh Leocadia personally drove the car towards the inner hall.


    Not a word was exchanged along the way.


    Soon, the car stopped at the inner hall doorstep.


    Tallh Leocadia personally got out, opened the car door, and disyed a respectful demeanor.


    "Not bad, you’re improving. In the future, think before you speak or act, so you don’t trouble yourself." After saying this, Dorian Cook got out of the car and pushed open the inner hall door.


    As the door opened, she couldn’t help but frown.


    "Where is Murphy Michael?"


    There were many people inside the hall, but no one answered.


    Suddenly, Tallh Leocadia patted Dorian Cook on the shoulder.


    "What are you doing! I’ll chop off your filthy hand!" Dorian Cook turned around, but before she could continue her outburst—


    p!


    Tallh Leocadia pped her hard, knocking her to the ground.


    "You dare hit me?" Dorian Cook covered her face, utterly shocked.


    "There’s nothing I, Old Eight, can’t do that you can’t think of." Tallh Leocadia responded coldly.