Chapter 60 This Clearly Looks Like a Treasure Map

The "female ghost" wore neither makeup nor a mask; once she pushed back her hair, her sharp-featured, monkey-like face was fully exposed.

Suspended mid-air, she locked eyes with them in a mutual stare that lasted for over ten seconds.

Utterly baffled and unable to make sense of it, the "female ghost" finally blurted out, "Why aren't you screaming for your lives?"

No, wait! According to the script, shouldn't they have been frightened out of their wits, while her colleague up on the ceiling pulled her around on wires to scare the daylights out of them?!

"Does the Xiao family's teahouse still exist today, or would it be wiser to discuss this thoroughly over the long term?" Ping Siya said as he sat down, inadvertently becoming the most composed person in the room.

A moment later, the surging thunder power rapidly receded. Long Ling's face turned pale with terror; he knew the immense might of his sword strike, yet it had caused no substantial damage to the mountain range whatsoever. Apart from scattering a few loose boulders, the mountains remained entirely intact.

Zhuo Yifan no longer had the courage to stand up, and the three of them finally realized what had been producing those strange sounds earlier.

"Splendid! Now charge forward and unleash your mighty power, Ampharos!" Old Man Watts yelled. In the blink of an eye, the initiative in battle had fallen entirely into his hands.

Meanwhile, in the central square of Jiuli City, the members of Dark Moon Eternity—having successfully established their guild—were joyfully conferring official titles and organizing their members for the very first time.

"Are you serious?" Ye Xinyu found it hard to believe her ears. This was far better than just good news.

I let out a "humph" and turned my head away, though deep down, any lingering aversion toward this Earth Federation officer had already vanished.

"Xiaomeng, you are so gross!" Before Ye Xinyu could reply, Menglu had already sprinted far away.

Qian Tianyou stroked his chin. "Come to think of it, none of my friends have ever become monks, and I doubt the Xiao family has any enlightened high monks either. Actually, this isn't a bad idea at all, don't you agree, Zixuan?" He finished with a sly wink at Zixuan.

In my daze, I vaguely heard people arguing outside. The shouting grew louder and louder, eventually escalating into a near-hysterical roar. Hearing this, I even chuckled to myself subconsciously—I must have been too exhausted lately to be dreaming up such nonsense.

In her view, a problematic daughter-in-law could be cast aside and replaced at any moment. Even without divorcing her, a man could always take more wives. The only thing that truly mattered was whether her beloved son cared for his parents.

Murong Yunzhen looked around awkwardly at everyone, feeling as though the surrounding gazes were subjecting her to an interrogation. With no other choice, she recounted everything she had witnessed earlier while on the bamboo raft.

Six pitch-black gun muzzles were aimed directly at the two of them. At that moment, any superfluous movement on their part could spell absolute disaster.

Although Yang Zhan did not know who had arranged for the bandits to be stationed here, he figured the matter must be tied to Tao Yong, and thus blamed him for all the preceding conspiracies. Yet, upon hearing this, the bandits reacted with an unexpected and fierce wave of anger.

Following their charge, the sound of rushing wind instantly erupted behind them, as a multitude of figures swarmed into the Thunder Palace like a plague of locusts, shattering its millennia-old tranquility.

A gentle breeze blew as the bright moon hung overhead. Lin Nan's crisp voice was resolute and powerful, every single word like a polished pearl, echoing through the entire Hall of Longevity within moments.

Sun Yingying got up to fetch the thermos from the side of the room just as the door was pushed open. Speak of the devil, Jiang Hai had arrived.

Zhao Ji felt that he had now completely grasped Zhao Gonglian, this fine blade—to be wielded freely when needed, and tossed aside into oblivion at a single glance should he ever fall out of favor.

Liu Daofei had no choice but to slow down, crawling forward at a snail's pace until a few security guards rushed over to clear a path, allowing him to finally drive slowly into the company grounds.

From the moment Murong Yunzhen reached out to embrace her, Jiang Xinyu completely lost her wits. For reasons unknown, being held in Murong Yunzhen's arms caused not only her heartbeat to accelerate wildly, but also sent a strange, melting sensation spreading throughout her entire body.