Volume 1, Chapter 30: I Was the One Who Had Them Beaten

Once the wine was poured, it was time to offer incense. Li Yamin took six red incense sticks from the cabinet, lit them with the red candle on the altar, bowed respectfully three times, and placed three of them into the makeshift incense burner fashioned from a canned fruit jar.

Just as Mo Liansheng was on the verge of losing his soul to terror, the space tore open. The ghost official he had seen on the bus last time stepped out from the rift.

The sudden gunshot startled Jiang Ke, leaving her vision a blur of white, as if a shocking explosion had erupted within her world.

Perhaps due to Lu Jincheng’s long-standing position of high authority, his imposing presence always carried a sense of aloofness and composure, making him someone not easily prone to joking.

Yet, as Bai Zhenmei sat upon it, the chair seemed transformed; it was no longer a mere seat, but something akin to an emperor's throne. One could easily imagine the overwhelming aura she possessed when fully unleashed.

However, the lead actor could not worry about that now. He had worked so hard to secure this leading role; he absolutely could not let it be snatched away at this moment.

When he finally managed to catch his breath, the man seized the opportunity to invade, and the taste of blood instantly flooded her mouth.

The surrounding noise grew chaotic, and in Jiang Ke’s alarmed eyes, the person before her began to double.

After all, the title of Young Mistress of the Xiao family was a bargaining chip too tempting to resist, and she could not bring herself to turn it down.

A long time had passed since that incident. At first, both of them had wondered how Xin Jiaqi could have known they would have a car accident, or even where it would happen. But it was only a lingering doubt; she had no motive to harm them, so they let it go.

Hearing this, I frowned deeply. Who would set up a formation in a hospital morgue? What purpose could such a formation serve? Was it merely to trap these restless spirits?

Peaceful times had nourished this land, transforming it from a war-torn wasteland into a thriving metropolis, and they, in their own way, had contributed a small part to safeguarding this peace.

The shop owner laughed to himself, thinking, "A fool who doesn't know quality when they see it. This imitation from Jingdezhen is worth five hundred at most, yet she asks for five thousand. If I don't fleece someone like this, who would I fleece?"

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She had no doubt that if she were to agree to it now, this guy would really go and get plastic surgery or something similar.

Su Zhou had long noticed that Chen Qingfan’s emotions were off. During the fourth set, he walked over to the umpire and borrowed a sweat towel from Han Xiao to wipe his brow.

Wen Jiaren raised an eyebrow. Although grass carp is a fine ingredient, a three-pound fish is not suitable for roasting. Furthermore, Ye Jiaren had no idea how to control the heat, nor did she know to score the fish. It would be a miracle if a fish roasted like that tasted good.

Su Zhou genuinely wanted to finish the match, but both the doctor and the umpire decided that it could not continue.

"Greetings, Lord Ghost Demon." The ghost official leading us suddenly knelt on one knee, his head bowed and his tone filled with absolute reverence.

Old Madam Chu had grown cunning these days; she no longer went directly after the Zhuo family, but instead caused trouble from the sidelines, making life difficult for her.

Just as the Water King began to close in on the Shiftry, it suddenly stopped. Carrying the panicked Joy, it leaped onto a massive tree. There was a hollow in the middle of the trunk; it seemed this was where the Shiftry lived.

Within his mind, a wondrous change was occurring; the inspiration that should have been formless and intangible was beginning to glow, gradually showing signs of solidifying.

Ye Tian lay comfortably on his bed. He had not yet begun training in counter-espionage or anti-surveillance, and everything he had done before was based on instinct. Since no one was following him this time, Ye Tian naturally felt nothing.

It wasn't just the wooden post that Lin Xiao had riddled with holes; even the surrounding walls had suffered, becoming objects of his training. In ancient times, people practiced spear techniques against straw men and wooden dummies—those were for killing. He wasn't building these things to kill anyone.

Some bodies would glow, some would suddenly master a special technique, some became restless, while others lay silently waiting to evolve. It was colorful and full of variety.

The message was clear: Mingnan was not pursuing any charges, out of consideration for how long Lin Yun had followed Yulu, but he did not want to see her in the company ever again.

For days, they had been whispering into her ear that she still had parents and family, and many people who cared about her.

It was already autumn. Ji Liunian wore a loose black knit sweater, which made her look slender and tall. She watched the Ji family’s car drive away, her heart aching with sorrow.

Yulu had finished her work and headed upstairs to find Mingnan, knowing it was almost lunchtime. However, she knew there was an important meeting that morning and that Mingnan was very busy; since the meeting hadn't ended yet, she could only wait in his office.