Chapter 38

Semelis called this Xuan Ke’s “third death.” She gazed at him thoughtfully for a long, long time, as if recollecting something, or perhaps consumed by remorse and self-reproach.

You Jian paid no mind to Yao Chen’s words; he had grown accustomed to them back in high school, and now, it was a habit he could no longer break.

After Wen Kego died, the black mist he had conjured gradually dissipated, finally revealing that it was the military who had come to their aid. As the last of the exotic Yaobeasts fell, peace finally returned to the scene.

He clung tightly to that one moment, refusing to ever let it slip from his grasp.

The second sound was that of a sharp blade parting flesh. Amidst the howling wind, it was impossible to hear clearly, perceptible only through the pain it inflicted.

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People inside the building seemed to have heard the sounds of the struggle and came running out. Judging by their attire, they truly resembled members of the Wugu tribe.

After listening to what Lu Anke said, Lu Yu lowered his head in silence. He had never imagined that Jin Ti, whom he had always perceived as being exceptionally kind to his sister, would treat her this way. He had been so blind, naively believing Jin Ti to be someone worthy of absolute trust; thinking back on it now, it was truly ironic.

"In the nights of my memory, the starlight and moonlight interweave, connecting into lines like a silver waterfall cascading into the tranquil Jade River. The silver-drenched river reflects your handsome and gentle face—a warmth between dream and reality that is etched forever in my heart."

Requiring receipts for inventory was a rule established by Wang Hao when he first helped Hu Ping set up the supermarket. With such a major issue involving this batch of beer, Wang Hao had grown deeply suspicious of Zhang Dapeng, suspecting that he was the source of the problem.

And so, Li Meiling’s personality became increasingly twisted, her temper more volatile. Wang Qingshan’s illness showed no signs of improvement, and the old man’s business was suffering as well. Overthinking it, he concluded that the vengeful spirit of Xiao Fengying, who had died unjustly, was to blame, so he hired someone to perform a ritual back in their hometown to suppress her soul.

The walls and ceiling, much like the previous room, were unfinished and bare. The only difference was the addition of two yellow-and-white trefoil symbols on the wall. Tang Feng recognized them immediately: they were the warning signs for radioactive material.

The room was kept spotlessly clean, with several branches of peach blossoms arranged in a vase in the corner, emitting a faint, delicate fragrance. Perhaps because it was cleaned so often, there was no scent of dust in the air.

Wang Yue was moved back to her quarters. The Empress Dowager issued an order for the Imperial Noble Consort to oversee the labor, leaving the Consort with nothing to do but pray to the gods and Buddhas, hoping only for Wang Yue’s safe delivery.

"The heavens are truly terrifying; even the power of darkness cannot withstand them." Ye Ao, charred black from the electric strikes, gritted his teeth and muttered.

Furthermore, the armies fighting for the Great Han were all private forces; they had never asked the imperial court for a single copper coin or a grain of rice.

Tang Feng wanted to retort, but seeing the sky growing darker, he swallowed his words. Shuvalovo Cemetery was the final resting place for many famous figures from St. Petersburg and Russian history. Tang Feng and Xu Renyu walked among the varied gravestones, searching for Professor Boris’s grave.

One’s background is inherited; it is nothing to envy. One can only strive harder to secure a better future for one’s own descendants.

Prompted by the mistress of the Wang household, the old servant struck Wei Hong ten times in quick succession. Wei Hong’s face swelled instantly, yet Madam Wei held her hand firmly over her mouth, not allowing a single sound to escape.

Taking a moment, she sent word to her eldest brother and the others. Before long, the families of her eldest brother Xiao Xiong, second brother Xiao Chu, third sister Xiao Xia, fourth brother Xiao Qiu, along with her sixth sister Xiao Xin and her boyfriend, all arrived. Each man carried a heavy load on his back; it seemed they had heard Xiao Han was back and wanted to return to their hometown to pay their respects for the New Year together.

"It should fall under the West District. The construction site was even blocked two days ago, preventing work from moving forward. But no one knows who those people are!" Meng Wanying answered on behalf of Su Xiaorou.

"Hmm? What does that imply?" Leng Yurou smiled faintly, indifferent, as she casually brushed a lock of hair that had slipped to her ear.

Long Moxuan gave a bitter smile. He lay in bed after his shower, but sleep remained elusive. In his mind, the timid and aggrieved image of Ling Xuewei flickered, replaced by the cold, aloof expression of Leng Yurou, leaving him feeling intensely restless.

Under the diligent care of the doctors, Jiang Baige’s condition had actually improved quite a bit. Although he still could not speak, he could now struggle to open his eyes, and his fingers would occasionally twitch.

"Alright, I understand. Go and bring Jia Xu, Xun You, Zhao Yun, Hua Xiong, Pang De, and Lu Heng in; I have matters to attend to." Relying on his familiarity with history, Gao Fei made his judgment and called out to Bian Xi.

With the exchange complete, the aftermath of the "Hero Hegemony" was finally over. Feeling a sense of relief, he logged out of the game.

At the supermarket checkout, Huang Agui had watched Zhou Ziheng pay the bill; the gifts alone cost over five thousand. Could it be that Young Master Jiang bought these gifts for him?

This video was fifteen minutes long and could be said to contain everything Zhou Ziheng had wanted to uncover, even confirming the fact that Xia Mingzhu had always treated him merely as a tool.

Chu Tian picked up his coffee in a disposable cup, added creamer and sugar, and stirred slowly. He watched the white liquid blend with the black, eventually turning a muddy brown. He did not ask Hao Ying what was going on with any sense of urgency.

For the past two or three hundred years, Zhong Kui had hindered the Minghuo Mountain in many ways, both openly and covertly; he had become more of a burden than a help.

When the subject of buying land came up, Qin Junyan, who was more knowledgeable and experienced, began to discuss it with Elder Luo.

They entered the hospital gates, crossed the garden—which lacked any fragrant or beautiful flowers—and walked through the main entrance.

In any case, with the secret techniques for cultivating Fourth-Realm martial artists that the Zhao family possessed, Zhao Tianfang believed that making a comeback was only a matter of time.

After all, it was not only ghost cultivators who could refine the Ghost Tribe; other practitioners or even certain unique members of the Ghost Tribe possessed similar abilities.

The most effective business model for so-called social software did not refer to the mobile value-added services that were currently one of Shenghui Company’s largest sources of revenue.

At the same time, Zhang Rang ordered Xiang Yuenan’s clothes to be torn to shreds and for her to be hung up, exposed to the eyes of thousands.

They specifically chose a section for a five-person team gaming session and provided the names of the three "silly sons." Once they arrived, staff members would be there to guide them.