Chapter 84 Carrying the Corpse (I)

When we were about to leave, Sumeru Buddha had just woken from his nap. He asked where we were going, and Fatty Zuo lied, saying we were off to catch a fortune-bringing copper gong ghost to turn his luck at gambling, and asked if he wanted to come. Sumeru Buddha’s eyes lit up with excitement, and he quickly agreed.

Fatty is notoriously lazy—in all the time I’ve known him, he’s only opened his Yin-Yang Eyes once, and that was when his talismans failed him at the mortuary. If Sumeru Buddha tags along, catching those wandering ghosts would save us no end of trouble.

He drove his battered golden minivan, deliberately taking a detour...

These people had already recognized the strength of Changmen—otherwise, they would not have extended such an invitation. This was pure pragmatism.

The actions at the Parasol Tree naturally drew the close attention of the CCG, and, as Chairman-in-Chief, He Xiu Changji was promptly informed.

It was precisely because she had once endured such pain that she could so easily see through Yunnan’s mask of deceit.

“Sir, I’m sorry, but the purple one was already reserved this morning. We only have black left,” the shop assistant said with a hint of regret.

“I can rather understand the intention behind this camellia; those who love too much are always troubled by the unfeeling.” Huashuo made this remark as if absentmindedly, but his gaze fell upon Qing Rang. Before Qing Rang could ponder its meaning, Huashuo had already strolled away, clearly intending to leave them a moment for farewells.

She paid no mind to the reactions around her, but simply walked slowly to an apothecary and stepped inside.

“Well, I’m bored anyway, why not play? But what shall we play? And what of it if we lose, or win?” Fang Shijie turned his face to ask, echoing the unspoken question in everyone’s mind.

So at times like this, what matters is to genuinely contemplate and seek out the true purpose that brought them here.

Nangong Yi remembered very clearly—such a form of address had only been used when Ling Yuwei had yet to accept his feelings. Since they had come together, it had never been spoken again.

The injustice done to the Great Tree was finally redressed. Xu Yi nodded repeatedly, and in his heart silently apologized to Lin Mo, who knew nothing about it. We’re best friends, after all—brother, just take it as two knives in the back for a friend’s sake.

“Your Highness need not say more; I certainly won’t linger. If fate allows, we shall meet again!” Su Chen spoke with calm detachment, then strode away with effortless grace.

In the barren desert, before these vast city walls stood a towering ancient tree, majestic and robust, rising dozens of yards into the sky.

The tree, the stone, the road, the eaves, every blade of grass and leaf was shrouded in snow and ice, the world dressed in silver, resembling a scene from a painting.

Fearful, yet unable to cry aloud, I could only bite my lip and nod, tears brimming in my eyes. She took my hand again and led me a little further, to a great stone by the river.

Xiao Ling’s words were mild, but they caused everyone at the table to lay down their chopsticks.

The thought occurred—how could the Jin family, such a grand clan, not disdain you for being second-hand, and yet you dare look down on them?

At this moment, Master Liu’s injuries were dire. He had barely remained conscious until now, but upon arriving here, he finally collapsed, reeking of a foul stench.

“Hm?” Bai Ling, beside her, heard her name softly called. She glanced sidelong at Yunaiko, who seemed lost again in melancholy. Bai Ling’s cool, languid voice replied.

She actually hoped Xie Yufei would review the ledgers; not only would it prove her honesty, but also showcase her competence.

Hearing those words, Su Nan almost felt embarrassed. Could she admit that her true purpose for coming was to win the championship?

Her eyes brimmed with triumph. Out of respect for Prince Beiqing and General Mo, she could do nothing to Mo Ran, but to prick her with words brought her no small delight.

Just when I thought I was done for, a thunderous crash sounded behind me. The door, shut tight since our arrival, was kicked open from outside. Lord Eight entered, one hand tucked behind his back, and strode in unhurriedly from the doorway.