Volume 1, Chapter 37: You're with the Soul-Snatching Society too? We're on the same side!

Hong Jinyu’s eyes widened, as if he had been stripped naked and cast under the scorching sun, leaving him nowhere to hide.

"Who… who on earth are you?!"

His voice was laced with a mixture of terror and fury.

Lin Yun did not answer. With a faint smile, he flashed forward and appeared directly before Hong Jinyu. His hand struck like lightning, pressing firmly against Hong Jinyu’s forehead.

"Aaaah!!"

A shrill scream pierced the air, and a blurred figure was forcibly dragged out from within Hong Jinyu’s body. The shadow possessed a sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked face with shifty, rat-like eyes; it resembled neither Hong Jinyu nor Luo Jinhong, but rather an ugly old man. The entity struggled in Lin Yun’s grasp, its face contorted with sheer panic.

***

"Weiwei, I have another use for it right now. I promise I will return it to you personally. When Father wakes up, you can have it delivered to him, alright?" Lin Weiran said earnestly.

"Okay." She figured she must be the only person to get engaged in such a pathetic manner, though she was the one at fault first. Mu Liyan must be worried sick.

"Is it serious?" Shen Muxia asked, his handsome brows furrowed. He could not get used to Yu Chuchu suddenly becoming fragile; the cold Yu Chuchu had always been cool and formidable.

Having dropped these words, Shu Ning ignored Chi Qinghe’s furious expression, stepped past her, and headed downstairs, leaving the apartment.

His imposing presence seemed to bridge heaven and earth. Suddenly, Wen Shanglin recalled that it was right here, years ago, when he was still an independent director beside Liang Jinyang, accompanying her to negotiate. Facing each other just like this, he had said: "It is not impossible to change it, provided we use the very ground we are standing on."

"That is fine. If you wish to see them, you are welcome to come to my home. It is the last courtyard house in the Fourth Alley; you will find it as soon as you enter." Chu Tianyi managed a smile and nodded in agreement.

Qin Zhan’s attending physician was Diao Nanming. Having spent so many years at the military hospital, Diao had received much care from him. Furthermore, Qin Zhan was well-regarded within the hospital, and Diao had great admiration for his skills. He took charge of the surgery and subsequent treatment with the utmost dedication.

***

Beyond the visitation window, Shu Ning sat on a stool, waiting. Given the bond between Lin Xiangyu and Cheng Wanhong, she did not know how to broach the subject.

Xiao Yan blinked and offered a gentle smile. Though she gave no direct answer to the Qianlong Emperor, she tilted her head and took the initiative to kiss his thin lips.

"Do you mean to say that I cannot leave this place?" Lin Shuihan understood his gesture, and the man nodded.

Liu Dongmei feared nothing more than Wu Hua tickling her. Now, trapped by Wu Hua’s hands, her entire body trembled, and she hurriedly cried out to beg for mercy.

"Mom, do you also think what I said makes sense?" Fang Weinan sat up in bed, delighted.

In the past, when their father was alive, because they were men, they rarely left the house except to buy essential supplies. Later, after marrying their wife, he never went out either, except to deliver embroidery.

By now, energy-saving lamps had appeared in abundance on the market. Cities were illuminated by stark white light, while villages glowed with soft, orange hues.

Watching Mu Qingyan’s face grow more beautiful as her life flourished, his gaze turned increasingly malevolent.

Yet, there was no room for pause. The hands of the Jinfeng Kingdom guard trembled uncontrollably, and the vines swayed incessantly, looking quite strained.

"How much money do you want me to pay?" Wu Hua asked casually. How could he possibly be afraid of such con artists?

Mu Xi could not be certain. If it were him, how could he have become entangled with the Princess Chang’s estate in Shaoyang? And if it were not him, then who could it be?

After a satisfying meal, Tianxing and Diyun told me about the events in Silent City that day. To summarize: if you are bored, you fight; if you are low-key, you cultivate.

Jiang Qi was not particular while traveling. In these chaotic times, having food was enough. He gave a casual instruction and, without waiting for a reply, walked across the road with a smile.

Overcome by grief and having lost his reason, Hun Jue did not care if he was a match for Batian; he charged forward like a madman.

When it came to leisure, punting on the River Cam by Trinity College was a must. After finishing a lunch that had been a grueling ordeal for one of them, the two strolled directly to the riverbank.

A flash of white blinded me, and I appeared once again at the bottom of that black abyss. As expected, the phantoms of Lin Mengxue, Zhou Mengyue, and others manifested before me.

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"You sublimated technology into art?" Erza was somewhat astonished. After all, in her view, the concepts of technology and art were impossible to reconcile.

At this moment, even Qin Fen’s eyes could not help but brighten; his gaze remained fixed on the porcelain in his hands, unable to look away.

My level had improved thanks to days of continuous grinding and clearing medium-level dungeons. Not only did I regain the level lost during the fight against the Captain and his crew, but I also gained an extra level—a truly gratifying outcome.

Ning Xue had been sent to the hospital, but Ling Zhengdao’s anger had yet to subside. He was certain that Ning Xue would never be foolish enough to jump into a mud pit; there had to be a reason for this.

Murong Chen’s words were a bit harsh, and Zhan Lan clearly had not expected him to turn his fire upon her.

This was a space graveyard, filled with a mixture of various gases, many of which were toxic. If an ordinary person were to come here, a single breath would prove fatal.

Looking deeper into the ring-shaped building, countless zombies were crammed inside. The ground was no longer recognizable, covered in scattered, rotting flesh, and the stench of decay permeated the entire area.

Ye Tian threw himself onto the soft, comfortable bed, rolling around twice to mask his irrepressible excitement.

He bent slightly, ignited the fuse with a torch, and the fuse began to hiss, emitting thin wisps of smoke and burning with sparks!

Thinking of this, his emotions became complex. Truly, the waves of the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and the former waves die on the beach; every turn was already fated.

This was a terrifying talent. Li Shaofan might not have realized it yet, but once he obtained the power of merit, unlocking his innate abilities would be effortless.

Beyond that, two figures radiating a unique aura appeared together on the high platform.

As soon as he finished speaking, his interpreter immediately rattled off a string of words. The few Americans nearby nodded repeatedly, reaching out one by one to shake the old man Gu’s hand.

Hearing Lu Fan’s words, everyone looked puzzled. What was going on? Were they planning a war of attrition?