Volume One, Chapter 88: An Unusual Pair

"What are you thinking?" Shen Chaowu’s mind was clouded, unable to grasp the meaning.

Ning Yusheng’s cheeks were flushed, and she didn’t dare look Shen Chaowu in the eye.

She spoke shyly, "You..."

"Are you... interested in me...?"

Shen Chaowu replied, "Hm?"

"What?"

Ning Yusheng had filming work today, for the variety show announced just a few days ago.

Fu Ming was also a regular guest.

It was now the break between shoots.

Shen Chaowu had used connections to find Ning Yusheng’s dressing room.

Liu Tuo and the sergeant who had returned from an overseas assignment came back triumphant. There were over a hundred people sent out, and more than a dozen suffered slaughter; without exception, their blood stained the steps to status and promotion.

Liu Qing, riding swiftly, had entered Liu Tuo’s line of sight, heading toward the Ice Lake Manor.

At this moment, Qin Junxi noticed that the nascent soul within his dantian, which had always kept its eyes shut, suddenly opened them wide.

Meanwhile, Liu Zhenyi, besides his joy, was also filled with other emotions. Chief among them was confusion.

Yet, even so, the fragments of bone buried in the sand not only failed to diminish in number, but grew ever more abundant.

Only when the matter was fully investigated would Lu Anke decide what to do next, but even thinking this, she couldn’t relax. Her heart was strung tight, for she had no idea what those who took her mother would do to her, nor why they went to such lengths to abduct a comatose patient.

This was the thought weighing on everyone’s hearts, born from the trembling depths of their souls.

Feng Hao, who had turned away, suddenly asked Qin Junxi a question so unexpected.

It seemed the right place had been found. No sooner had they arrived than they encountered a hungry ghost; yet this creature seemed lacking in intelligence. And as expected, a thousand meters away, Qi Yu could sense eyes watching them, but the distance was too great to discern what.

When Qin Junxi received the contract, he had already signed his name.

The Sea of Death—no wonder it felt so familiar, for it was originally his domain. After Zhang Xiang spoke, the gods nodded in agreement.

Li Mu, accompanied by the generals of Jin Town, the commander of Bei Yun troops, Taiyuan’s chief military officer Xiong Cheng, and Duke Kong Yinzhi, all dressed in black martial garb, with white bands tied around their arms, ascended the high platform for the soul ritual with heavy steps.

Shouldering such responsibility, if it had been her, she would have collapsed long ago. Hearing Cheng Yixin’s words now, it seemed only the beginning of a long journey.

Li Mu, after a brief contemplation, instantly understood Xiao Jie’s intent—clearly, Xiao Jie feared that once Li Mu and the others restored their vital energy with the precious spirit liquid, they would threaten Qu Jianxie. After all, in the third round of battle, Shi Zhijian and the others had shown formidable strength, each one no weaker than Qu Jianxie.

Yu Changqing paid no mind to Li Mu’s displeased tone. He patted Li Mu’s shoulder apologetically, then led Li Mu and Leng Qingcheng up Golden Mist Peak; the other disciples of the Gold Jade Sect dispersed.

The scarlet radiance descending from the sky faded, and the flame atop the elder’s staff extinguished.

Even now, what did it matter that Yuan Chonghuan was the emperor’s most trusted defender of the border? In history, he still met a fate of slow execution.

The man’s figure was hidden in the shifting night air, his face tense, killing intent flashing in his eyes. Pang Tong thought that unless he acted, he might be torn apart, and he couldn’t afford to be as passive as Xiang Yi, who held the dart in hand. He had to speak quickly.

Everyone joined in, and together they lifted the lid, moving it slowly to one side and setting it on the ground. Pang Tong brushed dust from his hands and coughed a few times. A golden light now dominated the coffin’s interior, shooting straight to the ceiling.

They stared wide-eyed, gazes vacant, at the Browning heavy machine gun that appeared out of nowhere. Their mouths hung open so wide that three eggs could fit inside.

Angrily, I glared at Fan Ye, but Fan Ye remained expressionless. No matter what I said, he was always unmoved, like something that couldn’t be cooked or softened.

Looking at Zhang Hu and the others, I felt both amused and exasperated. If not for their interference, that zombie would have already reached me, and a full-force ambush would surely have yielded great rewards.

Worried about Fan Ye’s safety, I stuck closely behind him. Neither of us had washed or groomed, appearing so dirty that passersby avoided us as if we were contagious.

As an evolver, Jin Tao was supremely confident in his speed. He believed that at such close range, his surprise punch would certainly smash my head.

"If you’re not going, leave the scythe. Headquarters needs it for forging new demon weapons," the man said coldly. Luo Tianjin gritted his teeth in anger. Leave the scythe? Without it, he’d be nothing.

At seven in the evening, the three of us entered the police station. An employee led us to the detention center to see Qiao Chu. Qiao Jingnan walked ahead, I was in the middle, Chen Dong behind me, and the staff member led the way.

Is that so? His father had secretly asked him if he was reluctant, but at that time Chu Yan dared not admit it—for saying so would hurt his mother. It felt as if someone was digging out his heart, but he still bit his lip and shook his head, saying not a word.