50 Lin Diyu Returns!

WHILE WANG LAO was busy with some other affairs regarding what their father warned him about, the scattered demons in Guile City, all the people in the city, cultivators and ordinary people alike, were in turmoil.

Some of them were crying about the loss of their loved ones who were inside the bureau. No one thought this would happen overnight. If they knew, they would have pulled their loved ones from such a dangerous place.

As the people clamored, the others wept in grief. They could not vent their grief or anger on just anyone. After all, they didn't know the culprit behind this scene. Most of them were ordinary people, and some of their family members were cultivators who worked for the Competitions Bureau. Besides, what could ordinary people do?

"My son! Who killed my son?!" An old lady with a wooden cart cried her heart out. "What did he do to suffer like this?"