Chapter 78

The coffin was opened. I took a candle, found a stool, and drew closer, finally seeing clearly the person inside.

Shu Wan, trembling all over from being frightened by him, was puzzled when she saw Chi Yanzhou smiling until his eyes turned red.

When the suddenly vanished Li Hao disappeared from her sight, Qin was momentarily stunned. It wasn't until something bumped against her foot that Qin discovered Li Hao's figure.

“Central Plains, Yang Zhidian.” Yang Zhidian’s gaze flickered, anxiety swirling within him, though outwardly he maintained an impressive presence.

Ying Da watched for a while, then left. The best way to deal with these schemers was to use monsters against them; no matter which side lost, it was a good outcome.

“You just mentioned that the club’s work easily attracts attention from various factions. What is the club’s daily business?” Martin continued to ask.

His movements were deft, as if he’d done this countless times. Yet she had no recollection of it.

She suspected that two years ago, Ji Sihan had struck the child, leaving a deep psychological shadow and causing Ji Moqian to become this way.

Inside the stone gate, it was dim and quiet, yet exuded a solemn air. Passing through the corridor, a vast hall unfolded before the eyes.

After all, the youth was unparalleled, extraordinary, with no visible fluctuation of magical power but full of Daoist charm. His eyes were not lively like those of the young, but extremely deep, as if he could see through the river of time.

Hu Rong seemed immobilized by invisible threads; in the next instant, he was struck as if by a speeding truck, the sound of bones cracking echoing endlessly.

No matter how downcast she became, she still bore the title of heir to the Luo family, carrying half the Pei family’s blood. As a direct descendant of two great clans, this was why, even when she entered the Imperial Garden, others still showed her respect. If she severed ties with Fan Xiayu, her fate would be imaginable.

Fang Bai had intended to level up on the spot and then return, but his plan was thwarted and he had to go back immediately.

Suddenly his waist was gripped tightly from behind. Someone was holding him desperately: “Persimmon, no, your wounds haven’t healed, don’t do this, it’s not worth it…” Her voice trembled, his short sword clattered to the ground, and when he turned, he saw Mei Ziyan’s pale face and anxious gaze.

“I’m fine. Boil some water first; I’ll go check on Yaya in her room.” Li Zi Mo climbed the stairs, his thin lips curved slightly, showing he was in a good mood.

Chen Chen’s mouth twitched. He thought, even though he was quite impressive, he’d only just arrived—how was he already showing off?

He guessed that Qi Qi must have used some method. With Qi Qi’s cleverness, shaking off those people would be no problem. She must be hiding somewhere now, waiting for him to rescue them.

As for those dowries, the lady of the house had seen the lists. They were truly astonishing.

Mei Ziyan felt her heart struck hard by this sentence, a dull ache. Mu Cheng had already spurred his horse and sped away. She paused, realizing he wasn’t heading home. Gritting her teeth, she whipped her horse and followed.

With a flick of his finger, he shattered the teacup. Unexpectedly, the shards flew toward his face; he quickly dodged, the fragments narrowly grazing his cheek. Spinning and leaping, he wiped his finger and found it stained with blood.

Yet, before the crowd could ascend any higher, a vast and invisible current surged upward from below, carrying an irresistible force and blowing everyone even higher.

However, just as she approached, Duan Yihan curled up like a frightened quail, teeth chattering, and then let out a series of piercing screams.

“Fortune!” Gong Yichen rushed forward, slicing through the hemp rope. Without the rope’s pull, Wang Fugui lurched forward, and Gong Yichen caught him. Looking at the state of his body, anger flared.

She knew well that Su Xian, though stern on the surface, was kindhearted deep down. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have adopted her. She only wanted to see Su Xian.

The only flaw in this method was that their dual cultivation must not be interrupted, or the consequences would be dire.

As his index finger extended, a blood-red thread emerged from the jade-like fingertip.

With the terrifying true energy surging within him, layers of white clouds formed from his energy, drifting from his body and soon enveloping the entire Emperor’s Peak.

At that time, evil energy raged around. Chen Fan had no time to worry about much, pressing his hand to activate the Blood Spirit’s heart. Who would have thought that after the soul returned, he hadn’t managed to withdraw his hand.

Xu Yi spoke easily, his strong confidence infecting the leaders present and making them breathe easier.

Given his understanding of Xiao Huo, on the very first day, he dared to touch Xun Er’s soft chest—what else was he incapable of?

Xi Jiu had seen many hypocrites, men who acted upright before him but turned into beasts at the hotel. So instinctively, he assumed Lu Xi would be the same.

Ming Ye quietly watched, knowing this was merely an illusion conjured by the man in red, knowing it was all empty, yet he still stared intently at the figure gradually fading away.

Thinking of Gu Yu and Bai Yanlin meeting again, Jin Feng’s chest felt stifled, as if stuffed with cotton.

Director Xu had long noticed the noise outside but ignored it until it grew louder. He finally went out to protect the donkey, and when he lifted his eyes, he saw the person who made his heart tremble.

Gu Jin Cheng’s gaze darkened. He embraced Wu Yuan tightly, kissed him fiercely, then let go and turned away.

Sun Xiao dared not anger this girl. When she said she had a headache, she really did; each episode lasted days.

“Gou Jian, do you mean the Gou Jian who endured hardship sleeping on brushwood?” Yu Fu Luo’s rage calmed, just a bit.

After showering, Jiang Sheng put on his pajamas and slipped into bed. He exuded a scent reminiscent of a baby’s milky fragrance—or perhaps fragrant wood—subtle and elusive.

After a long while, Jin Feng emerged from a haze of fantasy, realizing that Gu Yu had only said such words to avoid physical contact with him.

Demonic spirits are also part of the Dao. At that moment, Chen Xiao moved, standing up directly from the spatial realm.