Fifty-six, fifty-six.

"Hang in there, Old Fang, I've found her remains! Damn it, they're actually buried under the bellringer's bed. The previous bellringer must have died a miserable death plagued by foul illnesses!" Wang Weijun's voice echoed from a room within the great hall.

Xia Ye had already regained consciousness. She leaned weakly against the hospital bed, her delicately contoured face deathly pale and completely devoid of color.

Mu Feng's foot failed to find firm footing once more, accompanied by another crisp "crack," followed immediately by a "bang" as it burst into a cloud of bloody mist.

Mu Feng strode up to the main seat, sat down, and then waved his hand, gesturing for everyone to take their seats.

It wasn't until the mummified corpse drew closer that I noticed its head had been pierced with dozens of holes by the King Blade Spider, with black fluid oozing from the inside out. Its disgusting appearance defied description.

A whole year had quietly slipped away. In the course of this year, affections had slowly accumulated, and by this moment, it felt like being with family—something indispensable. The butler's smile had never faded; it lingered constantly on his face.

Just as he was about to lower the window curtains, he saw Xiao Yi riding his horse up to his side, saying with a beaming smile, "Grandfather, whenever you want to return to Heyu City in the future, Ah Yue and I will accompany you back to live for a few days!" Xiao Yi assumed that Elder Fang was reluctant to part with his homeland and the old ancestral residence.

Li Jinting brought a cup of water and sat by the bedside, handing it to Gu Yuanyan... He took the thermometer and glanced at it; fortunately, there was no fever.

The snowflakes fell onto Ling Zihuan's back, failing to melt immediately; instead, they piled up into a thick layer, draped like a silvery-white blanket over his body. Yet, a bone-chilling cold seeped into his flesh, gradually numbing his soul.

"What? Grandpa Li Pin, you say you haven't tasted alcohol for hundreds of years? How can that be?" Mu Feng asked in disbelief, still chewing on rabbit meat.

Just as everyone let out a collective sigh of relief, Shang Jin whirled around to counterattack in the direction precisely where Mother Kang's family of three stood. At that critical, split-second juncture, Ah Ci's parents tightly embraced her, their parental love profound and enduring. Receiving heavy blows to their backs, Ah Ci's parents collapsed to the ground, unable to rise.

Had it not been for the fact that technological spacetime made it impossible to use divine sense to manipulate puppets, they would normally have deployed puppets for such collection work—safe and highly efficient.

How he wished the other person could deny the conjecture in his own heart, but things turned out contrary to his wishes. He saw the resolute look in Hou Gangjie's eyes and nodded firmly in agreement with the thought in his mind.

At that very moment, the door to the private dining room was pushed open, and an elderly man dressed in black walked in, accompanied by several security personnel.

He was no saint and lacked the capability to save all living souls in the world, but at the very least, he had never walked down the path of wrongdoing, had he?

If he didn't go, there was no guarantee that the Dzungars would be completely subdued this time around; yet if he went, he couldn't set his mind at ease regarding Yunrong.

"Pretty good? Good my foot!" Jia Ren snapped irritably. "You have no idea—ever since the old man passed away, I've been having nightmares every single day! I was almost sent to the old man at home for psychological counseling."

This was a holographic crystal ball, something Su Yun had also heard a little about. A holographic crystal ball was capable of playing back recorded scenes.

Su Yun smiled faintly. Despite undergoing drastic changes, Ying's temperament hadn't changed in the slightest.

I stood frozen in place like a wooden stake, not daring to even draw a full breath. I simply couldn't fathom what kind of show these ghosts were planning to put on, and judging by the posture, it really did look like they were about to stage a grand theatrical performance.

The crucial point was why such profligate, money-wasting behavior sounded as casual to Zhou Kun as simply going out to buy a condom.

Bayan glanced toward the sunset in the west, where the crimson clouds gathered, spreading across the entire sky like bolts of woven silk.

Because right before his eyes, at least several hundred people were watching him—including the cinema and flight crew personnel, their colleagues, some passengers and their relatives, and even police officers and soldiers of the People's Liberation Army.

"What's the rush? Can an event as important as a proposal be rushed through with such a vulgar idea?" Xuemei scolded with displeasure.

"Three days from now, I will let you know which kind I require." Li Yuanbai instructed Qingfeng to put away the ointment.

However, since allergy-induced itching could not be scratched, Lan Li helped loosen his garments and applied some soothing cooling ointment she carried with her.

While everyone was busy ordering dishes, Gu Tao's cell phone rang, and he saw it was a call from Chen Bangguo.

Lan Li was slightly startled. While her body was shielded and rapidly pulled back by Zhan Kuang, Caiyun stepped forward to parry the long saber. The blade grazed the dagger in Caiyun's hand and pierced diagonally toward Marquis Jingguo.

This time, Lin Mu completely transformed into the ancestor of all frogs, leaping three zhang high and jumping straight out of the wooden tub.

This event was jointly broadcast by the provincial radio station and provincial television station. It was a live broadcast, and its weight was indeed quite significant.

In fact, when such a thing happened, Chen Mei'lan also felt deeply self-reproachful. She thought that if she hadn't gone looking to Wen Ruyu, Zhang Li would never have acted so extremely; it turned out Wen Ruyu's heart was so vicious and venomous.

Damn it, across the entire Heavenly Court, immortals who could cultivate the Dao of Fire to a seventy percent mastery were not all that numerous. Listening to the two of them, it sounded as if this stuff was as worthless as cabbages.

Lin Yu looked at Mr. Goat's unservile and unoverbearing demeanor; Mr. Goat's poise and cultivation were truly excellent.

Bailike didn't dare to look at Da Zhuang. Da Zhuang was as famous as his name suggested, and it was entirely fitting for him to be called Big and Strong.

Although Li Yishui understood a bit more than Li Shoude, this was his first time encountering a situation like this. In the past, whenever a corpse rose from the dead, sealing the acupoints once more could always resolve it. He had never encountered a situation like yesterday's where sealing the acupoints still proved ineffective.

"If I cannot find a way to solve my problem here, I will leave this place." He Qi suddenly opened his eyes, clenched his fists tightly, and said with determination.

Ma Decai probably really injured his backside yesterday, as he did not attend dinner and sent someone to relay a message to express his apologies.

Just as Lin Yu's consciousness was in a hazy, muddled state, the system's mechanical broadcast suddenly sounded in his mind.

That was more like it; a team of over 3,000 people was still manageable for Xinchuangle Company.

Leopard let out a vicious spit and casually kicked forward. The sleeping Linsasai only let out a soft cry of pain before losing consciousness again.

Speaking of Mother Liu, all the heartache surged back into Xiyue's heart. To this day, that scar-faced scoundrel was still at large, and she hadn't yet figured out a way to avenge Mother Liu. "I am truly useless," Xiyue couldn't help but reproach herself.

Mother Housekeeper had originally been plotting a scheme to logically get rid of Mu Xiyue once and for all. As a result, today Chunhou came along to expose the past history between Er Qing and Xiyue. It seemed Er Qing and Mu Xiyue were really hiding things deep indeed.

"There's no need, I'm fine, Han Xue." Seeing that Li Mengyao insisted on not resting, Han Xue had no choice but to let out a slight sigh, her gaze resting on Ye冥 on the hospital bed, her eyes filled entirely with worry.