83 Ghosts and Deities (15)

Gao Shan and his companion blended in quietly among the passersby, following at a distance. After crossing several main streets, they saw the official stop in front of a residence, prompting the two to quickly hide to the side.

“For the sake of your cultivation, I won’t keep you, Brother Qin. But please remember, Mingxia and Wan Yi County will always wait for you. Whenever you are weary or tired, come back to Wan Yi County to rest—this will forever be your home,” the Lady Mingxia said tenderly.

Crashing into a wall, he spat out a mouthful of blood. As he struggled to get up, a piercing pain shot through his chest—a few ribs were broken. Collapsing to the ground, he howled in agony, unable to rise again.

After deducting the sixty bushels of land rent owed to the general, a peasant couple could store forty bushels of grain in the barn each year.

“It’s nothing. I didn’t say anything just now—you must have misheard,” Qin Yun replied, not daring to test his luck further.

Obik fell silent, remembering that fierce battle long ago between Alpha and Achilles. In the end, everything was consumed by golden starlight that filled the sky—a scene that inexplicably left one with a sense of sorrow.

Truth be told, since meeting Fang Shaoyuan, Ji Yunran had received his help three times. Though each had been the result of a transaction, it was undeniable that awakening thirty percent of her ancestral blood, slaying the Blood Soul Tiger for the family axe, and even escaping disaster at the hands of the Blood Fiend—all these could not have happened without Fang Shaoyuan.

Baili Tu was startled too, crying out in shock. Lin Nan’s body was trembling violently, her nails digging into my flesh as she clung to me, holding her breath.

Mi Gu’s treasure was found in a corner—an enormous egg, nearly as tall as she was. The surface was petrified and polished smooth, gleaming as if it had been meticulously carved.

But she did not disappoint him. Mo Yuling, though expressionless, obediently went to stand beside Carlos. He drew her into his embrace, and she did not resist.

Murong Zhaoyun, upon hearing the news, hurried to the marquis’s mansion the next day, thus formally ushering in the struggle with Murong Fengxue for her husband.

It was not fear of Mo Ming’s authority that held him back, but rather a genuine belief that the vengeful ghost was capable enough to serve as the “compass” guiding the Dragon Soul Gang’s progress. He had no objections, knowing full well that one should only take as much responsibility as one’s abilities allowed; he dared not covet the position of chief.

It was all my fault for never considering that my child might still be alive, for failing to notice Murong Yi’s forbearance, and for never trying to understand him better.

“You really… are my brother?” Qingling’s eyes had become an ocean, tears falling uncontrollably as her shoulders shook.

Helian Qian dared to eat the porridge because she was certain there was nothing wrong with it. Even if there had been, she had already discarded any suspicious portions beforehand, so she ate without fear.

“That viper was ruthless—he managed to set us all up that night. If your friend hadn’t shown up at the end, there probably wouldn’t be anyone left in L City who could challenge him. No wonder he came at us so desperately as soon as we arrived,” Li Tao said, squinting warily.

Hearing this, a killer’s intent flashed in Zhao Long’s eyes as he stared in surprise at the policeman who had recognized him. Qiu Tian and the others also noticed Zhao Long’s murderous aura; since their identities had been exposed, none of them could afford to be caught.

“No, he just looks frail on ordinary days, which makes you want to protect him…” Before the sentence could finish, his forehead was flicked—this time not by Helan Yao, but by Moonfall.

“You’re still upset with me, aren’t you?” Li Nian’er looked aggrieved, gazing at Zhao Long as tears welled in the corners of her eyes.

“Get off!” His full weight pressed down on my leg, leaving my thigh numb and aching, so I pushed him away.

What to do now? The three ghosts outside had vanished without a trace, and there was no sign of rescue. It seemed I would have to find a way out myself.

He Zhi Xu said, “It can’t be called deception. With your meager skills, how could any lie you tell fool me? Dao Fei, your greatest mistake was underestimating him.” So it was all true: Gu Xi had not been possessed by the Grand Master’s demon soul—he was still himself, able to summon the wind and call the rain with a flick of his wrist.

“Haven’t had the time—been busy these past few days.” Jian Yijun had originally meant to ask about Old Master Cen and Old Master Mu Rong, but then thought better of it. Perhaps Fu Jinshen really was just a relative, and prying would only make her seem meddlesome, so she suppressed the urge.

Wherever the silver threads extending from the silver heart traveled, Xiao Chen’s consciousness could follow.

Wenwen was startled at the sight of me, quickly helping me undress, dragging me into the bathroom, and turning on the hot water to rinse me off.

No matter how unreasonable or willful she was, he would always spoil and protect her. As long as she was happy, that was enough.

I washed my hands, glanced narcissistically at my reflection, tidied my messy hair, and smoothed out the creases in my dress before preparing to leave.

Fu Shijin lingered on the warmth left by Lin Jiajia’s touch, surprised at his own actions.