Chapter 37: Who Is Chuchu?

Jiang Huaiting threw his phone onto the table, scattering the folders across the surface. His chest heaved violently, and his gaze was shadowed and cold.

Li Jiuwei, just you wait. Sooner or later, I'll make you kneel at my feet and beg for mercy.

With a sharp crack, the phone hit the floor, its screen shattering into pieces.

“Mr. Jiang, is something wrong?” his secretary asked timidly.

“Get out!” Jiang Huaiting roared.

A thunderous roar suddenly erupted from the depths of the sea. Though it sounded like rolling thunder, churning up waves, its tone was harsh and grating—like the wail of a wicked child, piercing the ears of the armored soldiers of Great Qin and making their eardrums ache.

Seeing how effective the tightening curse was, Chen Xuanzang grew excited and recited it several more times, causing Sun Wukong to writhe in agony on the ground. Once he saw that Sun Wukong had suffered enough, Chen Xuanzang finally stopped chanting.

He took out a blank sheet of paper and wrote down two questions, then inscribed the name of the deceased below them.

After their meal, Big Gold Tooth led a group to a house not far from Panjiayuan. He unlocked several heavy iron locks and beckoned everyone inside.

Thinking of this, Nangong Jun had no time to command the troops to encircle. He shouted, “Follow me to protect the Princess!” and led a squad of cavalry charging straight toward the rear.

Li Hao smacked his lips. Even he could feel the subtle symptoms of altitude sickness, yet Fan Lihua seemed unaffected. He couldn't help but marvel at her remarkable constitution.

After Mr. Fierce Ghost finished speaking, everyone's face went pale. Even Murong Feng and the others felt the pressure. They were strong compared to their classmates, but when it came to battling real ghosts, their strength suddenly seemed insignificant.

Chong Heihu had once studied magic from an immortal of the Sect of Severance and obtained the Iron-beaked Eagle. Naturally, he knew the Celestial Master of Tongtian was a being of godlike power. He was extremely wary of Ji Kao, terrified that Ji Kao might intervene and ruin his scheme.

Sergeant Hu hadn’t climbed to his current position by being a fool—he was well aware of the importance and urgency of the situation.

For a moment, the emperor found himself speechless before the overwhelming aura of Yongyu Music, not knowing what else to say.

Some socialites quickly covered their eyes, retreating quietly into the flowerbeds for fear of witnessing something improper.

“Qingqing has no red birthmark on her left arm, but the corpse does. Besides, everyone saw her fall from the high cliff. Unless a deity intervened, she couldn’t have survived,” Feng Qing immediately replied, understanding Empress Zhou’s meaning.

The world only knew the Immortal Lord of the Seven Stars Sect wore a mask, but no one realized that the person behind the mask—Linjiang Immortal—was in fact the Immortal Lord of the Seven Stars Sect.

She was never one to care for disputes, preferring to drift through life freely. Fortunate to have no constraints and holding modern views on marriage and love, she could never stand the thought of spending her days confined within a grand estate. She would flee, given the chance.

“That’s the venom of the horned viper smeared on top. If you don’t hand over the map, you’ll all be sent straight to hell!” the skinny man threatened, his bulging eyes fixed on us with deadly intent.

She called over Sister Xiang and Brother Erlong. Though they were a bit older, they were still childish enough to play together. After a long discussion, they finally agreed to play hide and seek—one group to hide, the other to seek.

“Red Lantern Slope, blood for blood!” The sight before them was of a fortress; it seemed only possible to break its defenses from within. But a blood debt is a blood debt—it cannot be abandoned just because of a shell as hard as a turtle's.

Brother Bao had been miserable the whole way, troubled by the snowy, slippery roads and biting cold. He hadn’t slept properly all day and was utterly drained. Anxious to hurry home before dark, he ate and drank on the road without daring to stop, so he hadn’t eaten well either.