Chapter 117

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Leng Qi scowled, only relaxing once he saw the insect crawl back into Luo Li’s clothing.

“I never intended to, but I must share one last drink with the only friend I’ve had in my life. I know that after today, my friend will be lost to me forever, and I know it will be painful!” Tan Tianying said calmly.

Yue Junhao took the letter with trembling tears; every word on it was a heart-wrenching confession from Madame Yue, penned in blood and tears.

According to Leng Qi’s guess, though he was not in good condition at the moment, his shout still had about seventy percent of his usual power. Normally, ghosts—even those emboldened by the corpse’s aura—would not withstand such a roar.

After the chief physician finished prescribing the medicine and left, Qian Mimi looked at Wan Xu’s sleeping face in the guest room and suddenly realized she really shouldn’t have acted as she did. She might face retribution from Shangguan Jing, but the greatest harm would be to the Wan family.

However, after close contact, General Stilwell was enlightened; no matter how you looked at Feng Tian, he was a fool with not a shred of wisdom.

The old Taoist would not make excuses. If there was a reason for not updating previously, he would submit a single chapter to request leave, but yesterday was an emergency, so he asked everyone to understand.

Precisely because he was present, the imperial physician assigned by Li Longji did not expose any ambush; Wang Wei arranged for treatment at the military governor’s office. After giving strict instructions, they were sent to the backyard to tend to Pei Min.

The train rattled along the tracks, and most passengers were asleep. It was then that Mazi remembered he hadn’t yet opened the cloth bundle the Taoist had given him.

Xia Wanqing deftly threaded needle and silk, using special medical sutures and soluble thread to stitch the old lady’s wound.

Thinking of this, Zhu Tailie comforted himself quietly—one day, he too would reach such heights.

By dusk, Lin’er and Nanyang returned from hunting in the outskirts. Though they claimed to be hunting, Nanyang had actually used it as a pretext to scout the terrain in the remote countryside. When Lord Qi and the others returned with troops, they could not enter the capital without an imperial edict; they would first have to be stationed outside the city.

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Lu Xiaorong wasn’t sure if it was impatience for quick results, but from Lin Ruoxi’s composed demeanor, she sensed a strong confidence. Since the boss said so, she refrained from offering further objections.

“Sorry, I have no intention of selling it,” Jiang Yuanjin smiled as he declined. If he weren’t skilled in Taoist arts and unafraid of theft, he wouldn’t dare present something so valuable.

Laoshan is a famous tourist mountain, home to the ancestral shrine of the Laoshan Sect. Normally, tourists and pilgrims crowd its paths, but now, as Qin Fan and others walked, not a single ghostly shadow appeared.

Opposite her stood a man with a baby face, wearing a military cap. Looking at her, he teased, “Oh, our army commander's wife is feeling shy.”

Although Xia Weiwei was actually there to keep watch, Xia Wanqing still spoke to her seriously: “Weiwei, do you agree with my approach?”

“Come on, brothers, don’t be like that. It sounds awkward. How about we just leave? After this round, I’m tired enough,” Li Haiyang said, looking helplessly at his two mischievous friends.

Gao Cuilan laughed innocently, her pure expression making Zhu Tailie’s heart tremble slightly. He didn’t even know how to explain things to her.

This old game console, if paired with an ordinary tactile controller, would surely have poor graphics and stuttering gameplay—simply unplayable.

Lu Yi and Yun Jinxi stood hand in hand in the courtyard, watching the great fire in the southeast corner with a sense of relief.

He had no special point of origin, only a gamble: betting that he could use this somewhat special Wild God core to awaken Noah. As he said, fortunately, he won the gamble.

As a result, libertines began to restrain themselves, gamblers controlled their impulses, and suddenly, not only the Piaoxiang Tower and the Gold-Absorbing Lane but the entire Yushui City’s brothels and gambling houses grew noticeably quiet.

The burly man named Lan Kuan was the personal bodyguard of Lan Haotian but seldom appeared in public. So much so that after Yang Yanfeng came to the Lan household, he never once saw this man.

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What puzzled everyone was why the severely wounded Eugens suddenly unleashed such terrifying, vivid murderous aura.

Upon hearing a crack, no one needed to say anything—Liuyun immediately sensed his condition: the left arm he used for defense was definitely dislocated at the joint.

At dawn, Xiang Yu and Shi Lan hid among the crowd; even Qingwu was unsure of their exact whereabouts for a time.

This state lasted about half an incense stick’s time. The purple energy covering the surface of the amethyst was finally absorbed completely, and Yang Yanfeng opened his eyes, a flicker of purple flashing through his pupils.

“Who are you…” Old Master Su had always been troubled by online public opinion, but youth fears no fists. At his advanced age, what more could he do? Otherwise, he would have long challenged that self-proclaimed anti-fraud fanatic—whatever his name was.

I looked at Lin Yayue’s gentle face, but my heart sank as if filled with lead, and I turned my gaze elsewhere.

“We’re classmates. This is my friend!” Yet no one paid any attention to this person, whose height, looks, and demeanor were utterly ordinary.

The true Emperor Hong clan might be hiding somewhere, but knowing their temperament, as long as one is not foolish, they simply cannot be easily killed—even if they wished for death.