Chapter 128: The Underworld

Maiden, Please Banish the Demons The White Serpent Immortal 1359 words 2026-04-11 14:24:46

Seeing that the woman in the green shirt was no longer questioning the vengeful spirits filling the room, Bai Xian spoke up.

"I intend to grant you all salvation. Do you have any lingering wishes from your lives? If so, feel free to speak them. I shall do my best to fulfill them if it is within my power."

The resentful spirits, who had been occupied with their own grievances, all fell silent at once.

"Is what you say true, miss?"

Dozens of wide, white-rimmed eyes turned toward her, the chilling, ghostly aura they exuded quite terrifying.

However, Bai Xian seemed unfazed.

In Chang'an, the assassins and the Assassin's Guild existed in name only, as there were practically no missions to be found, causing everyone to be equated with mere intelligence gatherers.

"Well, President Sun, I'll be going now!" Shang Jia, who had wanted to kill some time with Sun Qian, seized the opportunity to speak.

Yang Heng let out a scoff. Although his temper wasn't the best, he was fair in his dealings, and the kitchen staff respected him. Having worked together for many years, they shared a certain camaraderie. At this moment, Yang Heng was crowded in there with them, eating egg-fried rice.

Upon hearing his words, a happy smile finally appeared on Han Dongsheng's face, and the look of worry that had clouded it dissipated.

Countless times, it was only through the items Sheng Zhizhi found that the three starving and freezing siblings of the Sheng family were able to hold on.

Later, under Iris's questioning, the group pieced together a story so complete that it seemed seamless.

After finishing, he ran upstairs to find a clean, unworn pair of men's pajamas. As he held them, he felt they might be a bit large, but then he recalled Yan Lin's physique and realized he was overthinking it.

The doorman who had announced them still had to stand his post, but fortunately, a steward followed behind him, leading Sheng Qingqing and the others into the Cheng estate.

"Seize all these accomplices of the alien race!" Whenever the mention of aliens arose, Paul would descend into a state of madness.

The massive, tangible hands of the ancient chessboard had by now seized thirty-seven sword pillars, engaging in a struggle of strength against them.

Luo Lin had previously wondered why there were no cremations, only to learn later that it was the church's doing.

"They are coming. Is there anything else you wish to do?" A voice echoed from somewhere, waiting for a reply.

A hint of a smile hid in Gong Yihang's eyes. He touched his face, saw his hands covered in dust, and immediately felt a sense of intense disgust.

As the weather turned cold, the boss had changed into a green outer robe, wearing thick leather shoes and a black round hat. Perhaps for this reason, his forehead was beaded with sweat, and he was breathing slightly heavily.

After all, this was the private family business of the Chen family and had little to do with these outsiders. She was only here because her husband happened to be the village chief.

"No! Power must be restored within one minute, or I will have you court-martialed for dereliction of duty!" The man's voice over the receiver was stern, devoid of any human emotion.

Yin Bao'er felt that Ji Fan was extremely dangerous at this moment. With no clear way out, his focus had become even more intense.

As the analysis and deduction progressed, Zhao Wanqing's eyes brightened, though she failed to notice the young police officer beside her staring fixedly at her face.

Bai Lang was stunned. He had only taken this medical clinic last night and hadn't even had the chance to move against the Lin family yet—so the Lin family's ancestral "Evil-Warding Sword Manual" had already fallen into his lap?

Zhuang Tianchen looked at Mu Yunwei and asked, "Has something happened?" Mu Yunwei didn't even acknowledge him, picking up a glass bottle to collect something. Zhuang Tianchen twitched his mouth, but watched as she gathered the items.

Just as the lead corpse tilted its head, reaching out with rotting, bone-exposed arms to grab Ren Ruyu's ankles, Ye Feng timely condensed the Domain of Hunyuan, forcefully blocking those hideous things outside the wall of energy.

"I don't know, it looks like a tree, but who would uproot such a precious thing?" Many people frowned as they looked at Mu Yunwei.