Chapter 56

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Jiang Yu heard these words and reluctantly opened her eyes, only to find a hazy blue-black mist enveloping her vision. The ground nearby trembled violently, and the rustling sounds of swaying made her hairs stand on end. Her pupils dilated sharply as she searched frantically. Emerging from the thick smoke was an off-road vehicle.

The statement sounded utterly domineering and unreasonable, yet it brought smiles to Xue Changfeng and Chen Fan, who nodded without hesitation.

They called out once more, their eyes full of helplessness. They had always thought it would be easy, but reality proved otherwise—it was already very difficult.

Li Tianchen held his sword and scanned the surroundings, finding no trace of the Poison Fly King. He instructed the Golden Crow Spirit Tiger to continue fleeing while frowning in deep thought.

“Do you remember why there was a nationwide prolonged campaign against drunk driving this summer?” Sun Dejiang asked Xu Guohua with a smile.

Chen Rongqiang suppressed his anger and pulled out various tools from his suit pocket—some long, some short, some even unrecognizable to Tang Feng.

In recent days, Zhu Yan’s private activities were unknown to her, stirring both curiosity and unease in her heart.

Liu Jiaojiao lifted her eyes to watch the willow fluff drifting like snowflakes outside the window, as if her thoughts were floating far away.

They had been trapped here for days. Despite their intelligence and insight, they could not unravel the mysteries of this secret passage.

At this critical moment, a delicate exclamation rang out: “Bewitching spell!” A beam of white light struck me, and hallucinations appeared before my eyes. Moments later, I collapsed with a thud, unconscious.

“He’s no fool; he must have backup plans. Just watch and see,” murmured the crowd, their curiosity about the scene peaking.

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“I…” she was anxious, and tears that had welled up instantly spilled down her cheeks. Through blurred eyes, she looked at his indifferent face. He pressed his lips tightly, spoke in the most ordinary tone, and showed no emotional fluctuation—his heart seemed dead at that moment.

“Bold myrtle! How dare you defy my orders? Do you wish to die as well?” The Green Spirit King’s fury erupted upon seeing me returned again.

A painful grunt escaped as a graceful hand swiftly landed on the neck. In that instant, air and life rapidly slipped away.

She gently bit into a golden shrimp ball, and as the flavor spread across her palate, her eyes widened involuntarily.

“Just pile it on the table—fill it up!” Lighting a cigarette, the man placed a wad of cash on the table with commanding words, delighting the waiter.

The electric net above crackled, scorching the vines black. The zombies leisurely added another layer, intercepting each electric fence tier by tier, eagerly stalking near Jiu’er. The wind reversed, disrupting her hearing.

“The father of 96 called me. He just left work. How do you feel? The doctor said your leg bone is dislocated and requires rest.” Stepping forward, Xu Tian set the meal on the kang, helped Sun Hongjiang sit up, and arranged the table before him.

Upon hearing this, Qing Bao finally sensed Nangong Shiyin’s anger and coldly turned away, unwilling to respond.

Even when facing the current emperor, her father maintained some pride. Thanks to his merits, their family was unrivaled in Qin.

Xiao Xiao gasped, stunned, staring wide-eyed at the face so close before her. Before she could utter a sound, he silenced her.

When the time comes, entrust Lin Wang to follow discreetly. As long as there’s no conflict, Lin Wang’s skills can ensure silent, unseen tracking.

Jian Yue frowned to object but saw Shangguan Ting already standing, waving at her before turning and leaving.

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She had thought Emperor Su was a proud gentleman, yet unexpectedly, he was shameless. Then again, he wasn’t even human—how could he be a gentleman?

Though she hadn’t eaten much, she took bite after bite, large mouthfuls, but after a few bites felt like vomiting and headed to the restroom. After returning, she drank some porridge, ate a few more bites, then felt nauseous again.

Mo Ting followed Nangong Yong to the Dali Temple’s dungeon, their footsteps heavy as they slowly approached the cell.

Her husband had a deputy general named Wang Zhi—big and burly, yet meticulous in thought, ranking among the top in the Yin family army.

Lei Ming obeyed orders, urgently dragging Tao Hong to find the Lei family steward. The items he sought were not rare—just an inkstone with a red thread inside that was slightly damaged. Jiang Linxian did not mind. Lei Ming took the items, had them recorded and billed by the steward, then hurried back to his room.

However, after a while, the other party made no move. Then, a series of footsteps sounded, gradually fading away. They had given up on killing the man in red.

Sleep erases the sense of time. When she awoke, it was daytime. She was no longer in the car but had been moved to a place resembling a laboratory.

“No, the spirit of a beast may be harvested, but a human soul must never be tainted. It defies heavenly principles and morality. After death, one cannot find peace or transcend for hundreds of lifetimes. Lei Ming, you must not be seduced by him.” Jiang Linxian suddenly realized that Shen Tu was slowly dragging Lei Ming down a dark path.

At that moment, all the second-generation heirs of the Song family shouted loudly. As for the few third-generation heirs, they knew the warning sound but had never heard it firsthand. Upon hearing the patriarch confirm it was indeed the warning, the Song family members exchanged incredulous looks and whispered among themselves.