Chapter Forty-Seven: Sleeping Beauty, Part Four

Chapter 47

Zhao Jin initially glanced at the figure on the wall—its chest torn open, blood drained dry, hanging there like a slab of dried cured meat. She quickly looked away and covered Qi Yan’s eyes.

In a low voice, she said, “Let’s go.”

She was about to lead them away when a noise came from the entrance: “Damn, it stinks!”

The stepmother’s eyes, small and cruel with greed, hadn’t yet calmed. She stared toward the entrance, demanding, “Who’s there?”

“President Liu, what’s wrong?” At that moment, Zhong Xianfang happened to look up and saw Liu Haisheng hurrying over. She turned to Li Ruojing and Chu Xinyun to ask.

Roger couldn’t quite read the two big shots’ intentions. Just as he entered the teacher’s courtyard, he ran into the third senior apprentice brother.

While the two men continued their conversation, she deliberately brought out two cups of coffee, hoping to catch what they were discussing—but it was all incoherent, fragmented.

I held back my confusion, but my mind kept returning to the brutal scene I’d witnessed today and the wife of the crippled Wang, her eyes bloodshot and filled with hatred.

Xu Jiao jiao looked at the weeping Su Yang. She reached out as if to wipe his tears away, but her pale, nearly translucent hand fell back down halfway.

A massive crack had opened where the Underworld Immortal Herb once grew. A cold torrent surged out, sharp as a blade, cutting into Feng Li’s face with searing pain.

But Lu Licheng had no mind for sleep. Just now, he had confided in Ye Chenxi about something he hadn’t spoken of in three years.

“She probably thinks you’re a frivolous person.” Before Lu Tianqian could finish, Yan Ling’er interjected.

“Girl, I’m here to meet you too!” When General Wu got obsessed with martial arts, he even dropped formalities.

“What’s wrong with you? Can’t you watch where you’re going?!” Yin Shuang scolded angrily.

In Lu Yan’s heart, his own clan was the only one he could trust to act without hesitation, to pursue what he truly wanted.

He thought that once the person was in his hands, a gentle treatment would mean no trouble at all.

Shangguan Zhi stood by the car, holding an umbrella and pricking up his ears. Hearing his name, he quickly opened the door and got in.

Just a few days ago, Xiu Linyang caught two maids whispering secrets and had their tongues cut out on the spot before expelling them from the mansion.

Su Ling didn’t answer Wen Hao’s question. Her eyes looked toward Xia Wei as she said, “Xia Wei, I have no choice. I’ve been caught.” Su Ling felt helpless inside.

Zhan Yingtai’s expression was normal, but it seemed his soul had not yet returned to his body.

This didn’t suit that doglike servant’s nature. He had thought that once her acupoints were unsealed, she would rush to Xiao Wanqing’s delivery room to teach the maid who slapped her a good lesson.

But to Lu Yan’s surprise, the other four with more robust energy also seemed to be observing his side. Yet they never guessed that Lu Yan’s spiritual power was far stronger than theirs and that he had long since discerned their intentions.

Such a scene required an extraordinary mindset just to observe. No wonder Gu practitioners needed ruthless hearts—to keep their minds clear in any situation; this was fundamental to their art.

Not long after takeoff, when it was time to parachute, Song Ci gave the order, and all in her B group jumped out.

When these Phantom Immortal Alliance members were sent beyond the barrier, Ghost Rider cautiously followed the Second Commander’s question: “Master, now that we have the Dark Breed Fragrance, do we still need to collect consciousness bodies?” Ghost Rider’s cultivation was lower than Ghost Shaman’s, making it difficult to gather consciousness bodies in the super dimension; he nearly got instantly killed multiple times.

After being recruited by Big Head Yan, these two were highly valued and sent to the provincial capital to handle some dirty work.

Thinking this, King Yuan finally gave up resistance. He sighed, jumped down from the tree, and decided not to fight anymore.

Before them lay two choices: the foul-smelling woods infested by carrion crows or the wild green fields overrun by the fallen Roger.

The purple robe waved, shadows glowing faint green beneath it, enveloping the White Flame in silence.

“Wait, you just said Water of Life? Does your Kirin clan possess Water of Life?” Li Hong interrupted Yaqi, who was writing.

This made Xiao Xuan even prouder, like a white swan. What distant cousin? She didn’t even know him, yet he called her “bro,” taking advantage of her—just like some middle-aged uncle.

Because gold is a precious metal, its use in nanomaterials on Earth is rare. The only worthless technology is using gold nanoparticles in the beauty industry.

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“That steward is my uncle. Why do you ask?” The man was initially arrogant but then visibly angry.

Mentioning the People’s Daily placed this guy right on the list. If the People’s Daily came to interview, it would be like seeing a ghost.

The bald boss immediately lost his previous arrogance, clutching his injured groin and crouching in pain.

Gong Ruqian liked sitting in quiet, secluded corners. Her melancholic aura attracted some ill-intentioned hormonal attention, but she didn’t even bother to lift her eyelids, quietly savoring her delicious coffee while waiting.

“Then it’s on you. And bring the boss along. By the way, why isn’t the boss here?” Wang Qiang asked.

But now that it had come to this, there was nothing left to hide; eventually, the truth had to be told.

Hearing this, Heath and the others could only smile wryly. Damn, Chinese kung fu really was hard to learn.

Yet when he saw Yuan Zhize merely showing concern for me without actually taking her seriously, his arrogance immediately resurfaced.

The young man under the chandelier stared unblinking at Shen Hanluo, muttering to himself, “There’s only one chance. Success is the only option. Failure is forbidden.” He took a deep breath and gently tapped the class bell.

When I’m old, I must work harder. I can’t afford to drift through life anymore. Since I’m going abroad this time, I must be ready for the challenge.

Being an agent is somewhat like the popular micro-businesses in China, though micro-businesses mostly sell fakes under the guise of genuine products.

Saya shouted urgently: since this bull-headed beast could speak, it must possess intelligence. Perhaps through communication, they could avoid an unnecessary battle.

“Don’t get attached to the fight. Kid, you and some brothers are responsible for the mage legion’s security. We retreat.” Fighting the undead en masse would be sheer folly.

Though He Chuan hadn’t officially joined the police, he had promised to join and to help me. Since he had given his word, Wang Haisheng would never allow anything bad to happen. No matter what, he had to ensure He Chuan’s safety.

Lin Feng dared not underestimate the toxin’s outbreak. Even at his current cultivation, he couldn’t stop it. If only he could increase his power a bit more, then he’d be confident of a complete cure.