Chapter 30: Jiang Yun Poisoned, Hanging by a Thread

“Is there a guest?” From the corner of the room, an elderly lady with trembling steps and gray-streaked hair emerged, leaning on a cane.

Her face was adorned with intricate patterns, which momentarily surprised Jiang Cha.

Could those be tattoos on her face? So unique and unusual.

“Grandma, this is my good friend,” Deng Yuxiang said obediently, then stepped forward to support the elderly woman.

Though the old lady’s eyes were not large, they were clear and bright.

When spraying, there was no methodical order, but once the seeds landed, they formed a sealed barrier that the three could not break through.

Li Botian was indifferent to the matter of saving lives; he had originally intended to befriend these natives to help capture two species for his mission.

Zhou Xiaotong nearly burst into a furious roar, but the last shred of reason restrained her. Instead, she splashed the wine from her glass onto the face of Director Wu Liang. She could hardly believe that she had once admired Director Jiang as a refreshing presence among the many renowned directors of Huaxia.

This world, yet untouched by technology, was astonishingly beautiful and vivid—so real that it was hard to believe it was merely a digital construct of a game.

Before the match began, Yu Huan had not exchanged a single word of rivalry with Chris Paul.

With a flicker of thought, a golden light invisible to others but seen only by Chen Tianhao shot from his eyes into his phone, transforming into countless sparkling points that covered every word, making them glow with a vibrant energy as if infused with spirit.

At some unknown moment, Taylor had drawn a knife, pressing it directly against Chen Feng’s neck.

“It’s like this, it’s a continuous experimental process,” said the Daoist Taiyi.

The large man was stunned, and in the next second, a sharp pain rapidly spread from his fingers and joints up his arm.

“Hong Rao, you came to my mansion just to ask for a few servants. Is it worth risking your life over? I only want you to understand that my Liu Yuan estate is not something you can trample on at will!” Liu Yuan said calmly.

As the tall, sturdy man’s figure disappeared, Yang Ran waved his hand and collected the two iron corpse dolls.

Ling Yun would never reveal his true name or origin to Mu Yu Xiao, whom he had only known for a few days.

“You’re sweating so much from running—what’s got you so anxious?” Yao Tiantian asked curiously, ignoring Hu Niu’s question.

At this moment, Wang Xiao had just finished a cup of tea in the hall and was about to doze off when he suddenly noticed a light still burning in Nangong Qingchen’s bedroom.

“Zao Hua sister, don’t be shy. I, Hu Niu, always keep my word and will never let a slow-witted person like Han look down on me,” Hu Niu declared firmly with a wave of her hand, shooting a sharp glance at the burly man beside her.

Suddenly, shrill screams erupted from the stillborn fetus, and waves of chilling ghostly energy crawled out from its surface, enveloping the blue network of veins. The sound of burning and corrosion was incessant, yet it did nothing to diminish the dazzling golden radiance surrounding it.

The appointment of Liu Shouguang as Grand Marshal was originally proposed by Qin Bing’er. She hated her sister Qin Xue’er for siding with Liu Shouguang and causing great harm to her two nephews.

Lin Wenxue thought about his anxious expression from a moment ago, her tender feelings flowing as she carefully recounted everything she had experienced after leaving him, including her whereabouts, though she deliberately omitted any mention of “Xi’er.”

Shen Kun awkwardly watched Lu Hu’s face gradually turn green, hurriedly pulling out an antidote bottle for Lu Hu to inhale.

Watching her leave, Shu Ye’s expression darkened. He took a deep breath and pushed open the door to enter the room.

After seeing Liu Chenxiang off, Empress Liu adjusted her appearance before the bronze mirror, straightened her back, and headed toward Shu Rao’s temporary chamber in the side hall.