Chapter 82: Mount Ying Temple

Guangcheng, on the highway.

It takes about two hours to drive from the Thousand Gold Pavilion to where Qingfeng’s uncle, Yuan Tian, resides. Ji Dou drove Liu Banshen, Qin Xiaomo, Qingfeng, and Gu Zha together, the trunk stuffed full of all sorts of ritual implements, talismans, and paper charms.

The two-hour journey felt long. As he drove, Ji Dou asked, “So you were gone for quite a while this time—got any stories to share with us?”

“There’s a lot to say about this trip. But judging from my experiences crossing over twice now, Master Liu—” Qin Xiaomo suddenly paused and turned to look at Liu Banshen.

“Huh? What is it?” Liu Banshen was caught off guard by the sudden mention of his name.

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Seeing the situation, the water fiend immediately split into thirty water clones. Several distracted him, while the swift ghost hurried to pick up the fire ghost and the shadow ghost and escape.

“I gained a father, a mother, and an elder sister-in-law, didn’t I?” Liu Yihan replied with a smile.

Tian Bai thought for a moment. Indeed, when helping Liu Lingling with her hospital admission, he had left his name and contact information at the hospital.

If the person they all dreaded learned how powerless they truly were and flew into a rage, that anger would not be something they could quell for now.

Appearances may be pleasing, but they cannot be eaten like bread. For this reason, Xu Xiaoman rarely harbored any impure thoughts about this man.

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Vacuous Demon: One of the ancient specters, also called “Vacuous,” skilled in thievery. The Vacuous Demon brings misfortune; it wears red robes, has a bull’s nose, one foot clad in a shoe on the ground, the other hanging from its waist, and an iron fan tucked into its belt.

When they ran outside, they discovered the gunshot was caused by their own companion—the black-clad man who was patrolling the perimeter. Suddenly, his behavior became strange, and he attacked his own people. The odd black-clad men assaulted their comrades, and those attacked were shot by their own side.

Anya’s words ended abruptly; clearly, Tang Junfeng had hung up the phone in anger.

“Who’s there?” Zhang Huaming turned toward the voice, a sharp gleam flashing in his deep eyes as he asked calmly.

The Wealthiest Under Heaven felt cold sweat trickle down his forehead, inwardly startled. So the old man had been testing him all along—if he had chosen himself over Lone Maple just now, the consequences would have been dire.

He had thought Du Bian was miserable and down-and-out, but hadn’t expected him to have such powerful means, or that he would be rescued from the Phantom Razor.

Bai Xingzhi’s heart was in his throat as he roared, “Qiao Song, come down here! Didn’t I tell you not to fool around with that parrot?”

On the road, another bridal escort encountered Xuan Shao’s group head-on. They stopped outside a two-courtyard house in the northern part of the city.

The yard was empty; only the wind stirred the tall magnolia tree, swaying gently in the night.

No matter how she pushed or pinched, the man in bed remained utterly still, as if he were dead asleep.

Back at the hotel, Zhong Chuhong had already gotten up and washed, but she seemed to avoid He Chaoqiong’s gaze.

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She knew all too well how powerful that person was, and understood how difficult it would be for her to be remembered if she left. For this, she had killed her own child, lost her mother, ruined her own reputation—was it really all just for a chance to enter a prestigious school?

Misty Rain nodded in response. The people brought by Lady Xuan were waiting outside, so she had no reason to stop Su Yunzhu from leaving.

“Pigsy, just spit it out. Don’t offend the tree spirit in the mountains,” Sandy made Pigsy’s words clear.

Huangfu Zhen opened his right hand, revealing a brown pill resting quietly inside. He opened his mouth, preparing to swallow it.

After working hard for more than half a year, risking everything on their factory, were they now about to vanish in the tide?

In these times, becoming a scientist is not just a dream for children in their lessons, but a distant hope for adults as well.

But his face had become triangular. In a while, perhaps he’d look just like his sixth brother, snake-headed and snake-tailed.