Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Haunted Construction Site

At the far end of the ravine hung an enormous net, the kind used for fishing.

Its lower edge was pinned tightly to the ravine wall with dense rows of thick iron nails. Tiny gaps riddled the upper part, from which hung countless sharp barbs, each one wrapped in a talisman, making the whole thing look like a Christmas tree. At the very bottom of the net lay a crimson coffin. The lid was sealed shut, and red cords were looped around it, binding the scarlet coffin in place...

Xuan Yuanjing had wanted to kill Du Wenrou because of him. Now that he had forbidden it, of course he would not lay a hand on her.

Li Yiming had just finished a major surgery and stepped out of the operating room when he was told that Bai Yisong had died in a car accident, and that Shu Man was two weeks pregnant. His face changed drastically.

Han Feng’s forehead was already crusted with blood, making him look thoroughly miserable. He had begged, he had pleaded, yet no matter what he said or did, Xuan Yuan Hanyue remained utterly indifferent.

Zhou Yi and I both burst out laughing. Smiling, I said, “You may have it, but you still aren’t allowed to.” Then I added two of the slightly pricier specialty dishes here.

Qiao Nianxi swept her gaze across the crowd, and in the end it settled on Madam Lu, the corners of her mouth lifting faintly.

The moment those words were spoken, Qiao Chuxi’s expression tightened at once. She turned to look at Qiao Nianxi, and a trace of unease crept into her eyes.

The Xiao household’s comings and goings were tightly controlled; even if someone managed to slip out, their destination could still be traced.

Damn it, I was trapped inside a glass cylinder. The pillar stood in the center of the stage, with all the lights concentrated on it. The area below, by contrast, was dim beyond measure.

The princess felt a faint itch beneath her nose. She casually lifted a hand to rub it. Oh no—she had a nosebleed.

“On the way back last night, the taxi collided with a car driving the wrong way. He died on the spot—” Zhou Yi’s voice grew lower and lower, and he slammed his fist onto the table.

People in the market were talking about it, pedestrians by the roadside were talking about it, and even his late, good-for-nothing father had mentioned it more than once in ordinary conversation.

That was where we first met. Afterward, we went together to the guesthouse district and found an inn, one room apiece. He stayed in room 101, while I was in room 102.

“Leave that aside for now. Liyasi, what exactly happened?” Liu Xing finally changed the way he addressed her.

Even though he had not been counting the wounds at the time, his memory was astonishing, and he still remembered everything clearly.

Tang Lichuan did not know how to answer her, so he stammered and could not bring himself to say anything. But since he had come this far, he could only resign himself to fate.

Xia Lan forced out a hoarse, difficult sound. If she did not soften now, she truly did not know whether she could survive the next second.

Xianyun came in from the outer courtyard, a basket still hanging from her arm, a faint smile on her lips.

Being drunk was not bad. When you were drunk, you could forget many things—forget many things you wanted to forget, but could not.

So before long, word spread everywhere that Pang Sanjin had spent two hundred thousand taels to buy a carved wooden box. Naturally, Su Zaiyun had also heard about it.

“You aren’t even one of his people. What right do you have to go to his house? No way.” And she said it with complete conviction, truly worthy of Shen Naimo, who was shamelessly unreasonable.

The Shennong avatar pointed down into the earth. At once, the surging, churning Nine Nether fiendish energy rose with the momentum and rushed into the secret realm, swallowing the one hundred and twenty thousand bronze-armored corpses in an instant.

Or perhaps this place still harbored some formidable mountain spirit or wild creature; if its cultivation were high enough, it too would radiate a mighty aura like that of a powerful cultivator.

Although she had not taken part in the actual operation because she had fainted, Tina still did everything she could to comfort the old knight.

“I need three drops of dragon blood essence, and three stalks of dragon scale grass!” Chen Hao said without hesitation.

Before the One Way Path, I would be nothing short of a killer, baring my ferocious fangs and revealing the most ruthless side of myself.

She never would have imagined that Zhu Tianpeng could be so lacking in decency. Taking the Ice-Fire spirit root was bad enough, but he had even taken those two beast bones with him as well. That was outright robbery, blatant and undisguised.