Chapter 81: Shi Yi Is Shot

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"Shi Yi—"

"Bang—"

"Splat!"

That was the sound of a bullet piercing flesh. Shi Yi's face twisted in pain as she clutched her left shoulder, plummeting rapidly downward.

Fortunately, it was the middle of the night. Had it been daytime, someone might have photographed their current predicament and posted it online, sparking a storm of public opinion.

"Zeng Hao, Zeng Hao!"

At that moment, Mi Chen bit her lip as she watched.

"Is something hidden beneath this tree?" Kasha pointed at a small tree, its trunk spiraling upward to about the height of two people. Its bare branches were adorned only at their tips with a few crimson maple-like leaves, and red, pine cone-shaped fruits hung conspicuously against the snowy backdrop.

Nonetheless, her head still throbbed with pain, which left Cheng Hui with no appetite. He Chuan suggested they visit the hospital to get some medicine—just to be safe, so she wouldn’t have to suffer so much.

"By rights, he should have successfully broken through the Death Profound Realm, so why hasn’t he awakened?" Song Yan’er found it rather baffling as well.

The cultivator named Da Zhuang nodded, took the Star-Picking Vine and tucked it into his spatial ring, then turned and left without hesitation.

As they first entered this patch of green mist, a stabbing pain surged through their bodies, immediately sealing their spiritual energy, and they fell from the sky. Paralyzed, they felt as if their blood had solidified, their bodies stained a deep inky green—a clear sign of poisoning.

Restless employees in the company would, of course, call Master Lin to inform him of the situation.

To cross the security line, one could either forcibly break down the door or open it with a password.

Shin Gan couldn’t join in the conversation between the two elders, so she simply sat at the side pouring tea, behaving obediently.

With a thud, the two collapsed to their knees, howling with grief. Years of pent-up anguish seemed to pour out all at once.

Ao Qing said nothing. No matter who ultimately triumphed, she could find no joy. If the West Sea won, her child would lose his father. If the East Sea prevailed, she herself would lose her own father.

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Of course, Li Xin was unaware that these two had shielded her from great trouble. It was only much later, when she learned of it, that one of them was no longer by her side. It was precisely this knowledge that made her resolve to seek justice for the one who was gone.

Zhao Xuechun, who entered behind, noticed and gasped, finally covering her mouth with her hand, staring wide-eyed toward the bed before turning away, her entire face flushed crimson.

The counter on the watch was linked to the mainbrain of the foundation. It not only provided positioning but was also capable of information networking.

Upon hearing this, Lu Yu responded, then promptly hung up the phone, shook his head, and prepared to contemplate the matter further.

Who was Zhang Feng? Captain of the Criminal Investigation Division at the SB District Police Department in Nanjiang, responsible for the lives and property of a vast population in the northern district.

Yet no one had expected that this boy, who ascended the throne at fifteen, would, after the death of Emperor Hongzhi, plunge the Ming Dynasty into utter chaos, making himself one of the most notorious emperors in Chinese history.

Finally, Zhu Houzhao appeared as the grand finale, slinging his arm around Li Li’s shoulders and personally congratulating him on his recent marriage and wishing him a hundred years of happiness. Liu Jin followed closely behind, presenting a lengthy list of wedding gifts.

"Eunuch Liu!" Li Li seized Liu Jin’s hand, pressing the hilts of two blades into his grip.

He had thought his onslaught could withstand the blade qi, but hadn’t expected the attack to be so overwhelming. There was no time to dodge. White-Eyed Tiger gathered all his strength in his sharp, powerful forepaws, which suddenly glowed with a dazzling white light as he slashed at the blood-red blade already at his chest.

At that moment, the summoning force from the jade pendants at their waists intensified, coming from deep within the hills.

Yelü Jing’an forced the thought from her mind and turned away, heading toward the main hall where her master resided.

"Alright, Brother Yun, I won’t see you off then. I’ll come over after work—wait for me," Ding Zhigang waved.

"In fact, I have the perfect way for you to take your revenge on me—would you like to hear it?" Xue Yilan smiled faintly.

When the sharp sword was drawn, blood immediately spurted forth, radiating the heat of the flames that covered Ding Sanyang’s body.

"As the saying goes, ‘Care makes for confusion.’ I think you’re too invested in this matter. Even with your extraordinary intellect and far-reaching vision, you can’t see the road ahead! You need to calm down!" Yu Qinke said with a laugh.

Yun Xi’s face alternated between pale and flushed. Forcing a smile, she packed up her things and left.

"He’s my brother. Though we’re not related by blood, we’re closer than real brothers," Ye Hanshao said solemnly.

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Li Nianqing had no time to joke with her fans; she put away her phone, grabbed Gu Yuheng’s arm, and nestled into his embrace.

That man stood beneath the light, gracefully adjusting the slightly shifted cuffs of his shirt from reaching for the switch, then gave her a slight bow.

"If Brother Liu would care to share, I would be the most attentive listener," she replied.

The foreigner sensed something was wrong. He spun around, his heart seized with terror and dread.

With a resounding crash, the fearsome giant axe cleaved directly into the monster’s tentacle. As a soft-bodied creature, its fragile skin and flesh stood no chance against the dwarven-forged axe, crafted specifically to slay monsters.

Huiyuan cast him a suspicious glance, always feeling something was off, though she couldn’t pinpoint what it was, and had to let it go. After all, as she said, as long as she got the bag, it was fine.

Back then, he was just an ordinary black carp living in a lake—one that apparently possessed some peculiar qualities, for it was imbued with strange spiritual energy.

Su Chen’s dreams were gloomy and joyless as he watched his Brother Xiang defeat opponent after opponent in the professional arena.

Yet his gaze, subtle and fleeting, drifted toward Huiyuan. From Genta’s vantage, he was blocked by Dr. Agasa, but not so for the other.

At this moment, Liu Yang was sweating profusely as he rushed his qi through the meridians, reaching a critical point. Seeing his struggle, Tang Ning raised her hand to help unlock his acupoints.

When Li Zhan had been at the Dongfang Residence, he already knew of Tang Ning’s situation. Now, feeling her pulse and realizing her health had declined further, his heart ached for her.

The several-hundred-zhang-long black dragon still hovered in the air, its oppressive presence making every breath feel like an eternity. Suddenly, the suffocating pressure eased.

The first two loads were just piled in the yard, not moved to the woodshed. The weather had been fine with no sign of rain. They were all destined for the city market; putting them in the woodshed would only mean moving them twice.

Huali was truly astonished. She hadn’t expected that, in just over a year, Madam Ouyang could cultivate mint so well—so much that the entire courtyard was filled with it. Was this not developing a bit too quickly?