Volume One, Chapter 101: Murder by Fire!

Madam Wu and Qin Youde had devised a plan, and the entire family returned to the Qin residence.

As night deepened, they made their way back to the Qin home. Under normal circumstances, Qin Sheng would have been preparing to rest by now. However, Madam Wu did not let him retire; instead, she pulled him into the main hall.

In a gentle voice, Madam Wu said, “My husband, today’s events were wrong on Er Lang’s part, but also on mine.”

Qin Youde quickly responded, “Father, your son acknowledges his fault.”

The Black Sea Demon King was a lurking threat. As Blue Whale had said, even if the Black Sea Demon King temporarily refrained from causing trouble, it was only a matter of time before he returned.

Liu Zihua paid no mind to such matters. The captain must have never anticipated that he would refuse him. Why, after he had clearly declined, did the captain still remain there?

The squad leader’s few followers, shaken by his outburst, gradually shifted from a pale grayish yellow to a pure gray, with a hint of blackening—though none as severe as Zhou Wei’s.

The cleanup of the outer perimeter was effortlessly accomplished. They simply revealed the grand statue of the Underworld Buddha and encountered hardly any opposition.

It was unclear what ingredients were in the soup, but it was truly difficult to swallow. Yun Ji felt she didn’t want to drink a second spoonful. Though the flavor was subtle, it was overwhelmingly unpleasant—nothing compared to the nourishing ginseng and black-bone chicken soup. Even with its restorative effects, Yun Ji had no desire to continue.

Seeing this, Song Siqing closed his eyes in relief, then suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood with a “whew,” lying weakly in Lady Zixuan’s arms. His slender, frail hands reached out into the void as he murmured, “Brother Yuchen.”

Bixue’s method was indeed the best option. Apart from that, Yun Ji could think of no better solution. If she herself had written this method, given Jun Yu’s understanding of her, he would surely recognize it as her work. But since it was Bixue’s handwriting, Jun Yu might not be able to tell.

This venomous scorpion was somewhat cunning. Were it not for his terrifying face, Ye Tian would have liked to train him properly.

Busy with jealousy and thoughts of running away from home, Liu Zihua considered delaying his visit to his grandfather by a day, never imagining that this day would never come.

Kuang Dejun helped Captain Ling out of the Old Soldiers’ Café, claiming he would pay, but in the end, Kuang Dejun settled the bill.

Though Xiao Ling concealed himself well, without close scrutiny, no trace of aura could be detected—he appeared almost indistinguishable from an ordinary person.

The pill melted instantly upon entering the mouth, transforming into a wave of sweetness that surged through Xiao Ling’s limbs and body. Before he could savor the fragrance, he sat upright, carefully regulating his internal injuries.

Nowadays, many wealthy elites dressed like scavengers, going out to buy jewelry at stores while carrying money in snake-skin bags, even purchasing luxury cars.

Meanwhile, amber derives from pine resin, and pine trees symbolize longevity in China, bestowing upon amber auspicious and blessed meanings. Ancient people believed amber could ward off evil, protect the home, and calm the spirit, thus it has long been regarded as a precious treasure.

Lin Wei immediately noticed Tiweia’s change and began paying close attention to her. In all the years he had known her, this was the first time he had seen such an expression—seemingly an instinctive reaction.

Moreover, during their final escape, had they not coincidentally encountered that otherworldly deathly aura, Xiao Ling and the others would have been unable to flee.

Kuang Wei spoke firmly, “Since matters have come to this, there’s no need to speak of disturbance or not. I let you in.” With that, he removed the door bolt and swung the door wide open.

Le Yiyang smiled bitterly and shook his head, gently tucking the blanket around her. Then he turned toward the doorway, his Qingyun Sword eager to spring forth from his hand.

At the spot where he had originally stood, a refined and handsome young man clad in a nasal garment appeared before Xiao Ling.