Volume 1, Chapter 67: Abomination

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, medical clinics always kept medical records during consultations, documenting the patient's basic information, the causes of illness, and descriptions of symptoms.

This time, the villagers did not question me, but instead asked with worried expressions whether the village was unsafe. Was there some kind of unclean entity about? Otherwise, why did strange occurrences keep happening here?

Upon hearing the phrase "and here comes the problem again," a wave of good-natured chuckles rippled through the audience.

There were many similar remarks, each filled with genuine emotion. Ye Zheng also checked several other posts, gaining a general understanding of the situation in District Z when the list was announced. He was truly moved; with the support of his compatriots, what more could he possibly ask for?

Upon returning home, I expected to find Chubby around, but unfortunately, his round figure was nowhere to be seen.

Without waiting for Long Yinxie's command, the guard leaped over the fence and caught the goshawk still thrashing about in the grass. Realizing the gravity of the situation, he did not linger and promptly handed the captured bird over to his master.

Seeing that An Jiang was safe and sound without any bloodshed having occurred, Li Guoping finally let out a long sigh of relief.

Xie Zhaolong fell silent. He felt that the young police officer sitting beside him was a demon capable of reading people's hearts.

Saliva had splattered onto his face, smelling strongly of chives—his least favorite odor—yet Qu Cai did not even dare to wipe it off.

Uh, come to the locust tree grove at night!? That is certainly thrilling enough; it's practically on par with visiting a graveyard after dark.

"Do you guys still have any money? Lend it to me first!" Su Bai blurted out anxiously. He had to seize his first pot of gold before anyone else noticed.

The more Zhusha looked, the more astonished he became. A sudden thought stirred within his heart, and almost like a conditioned reflex, he wondered why the facial features and forms of these stone statues felt inexplicably familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere before.

If life could offer a chance to start over, then I would hope that Wei Liang and I were still ordinary office workers living in an apartment, never having crossed paths with these horrors.

Wu Song and Sun Erniang were both people of hurried tempers; once they decided to leave, they set off immediately, heading briskly toward the south. After walking for about an hour, their path ahead was blocked, ending in a dense forest choked with weeds and thorns that made passage utterly impossible.

Some people knew they couldn't get out through the front door, so they attempted to escape via the floor-to-ceiling windows. Unfortunately, those windows had already been sealed off by some unknown force, preventing any escape even if they tried.

Hearing Gong Jingsi's words, this profligate youth had deliberately come to pick up Daguang, with the obvious objective of winning people over to his side. With only two of the Four Great Vajras left—and setting aside Monk Buxiu, who paid no heed to worldly affairs—Daguang had become a crucial chess piece.

He was truly so disappointed! He once genuinely felt a sense of guilt toward Xiaoxiao, but what about now?

A miserable scream tore through the night sky as the punk running at the very front suddenly stumbled, crashed to the ground, and writhed while clutching his thigh in agony.

As for that accident, Old Madam Qin's son bore full responsibility, which was why not a single cent of compensation had been received.

Having failed in multiple assassination attempts, that fox will surely lose his patience. When that time comes... perhaps the nights in the prince's estate won't be very boring over the next few days.

Yet in the very next instant, Jia Zhengjin and Pablo, whom he was holding, abruptly vanished. Before Leon could even react, Jia was directly teleported from below into mid-air, his other hand gripping Leon's neck.

This was precisely why he chose a watermelon saber; a Gurkha kukri could never match the savage and ferocious momentum unleashed by a simple watermelon saber.