Volume 1, Chapter 56: The Station in the Snowstorm

Holding the phone in her hand while her biological mother's voice echoed from the speaker felt like holding a ticking bomb.

It could detonate at any moment.

Luo Xuan frantically gestured at Luo Qi, signaling her to take the call, but Luo Qi nimbly rolled away and shook her hands desperately.

Left with no choice, Luo Xuan had to shoulder the responsibilities of an older sister.

"Heh, I thought you were just all talk. You actually have some tricks up your sleeve!" Old Cat remarked. Suddenly, his body sprang up, and with a flick of his wrist, he lunged forward gripping a short sword.

"I wonder if Brother Su would grant me the honor of accompanying you?" I didn't understand the intention behind He Zhengyang's action. Involuntarily turning sideways, I looked up at him and happened to catch a trace of genuine seriousness in his eyes.

After all, those words had been spoken by him. If the company wanted to distance itself from him, Han Ge would be targeting him right now.

The bird-rider ran over, picked up the phone, exchanged a few words of greeting, and reported back to the Ghost King. The Ghost King told me with great excitement that one of the sect leaders, Wang Fengjie, was on her way.

"Xia Zechen, what do you want from me?" Ji Lingfei knew that Xia Zechen wouldn't let her off the hook so easily; the more she resisted, the harder he would press her.

Damn it, simply provoking the Su and Zhao families in the North had already left me unable to return home. Now, this Guo Dabiao's status was a tier higher than someone like Zhao Sifang. If anything went wrong, if even a single link in the chain failed, Chu Tian and I would be left without a burial place.

How could I not be nervous? The mere thought of yesterday's events filled me with terror. As he stepped closer, I slammed the door almost by reflex. Unfortunately, he forcefully blocked it with his hand. The expression on his face remained completely unchanged, still looking at me with a smile—a smile that gave me goosebumps all over.

Led by Kamo Ke, they returned from the third-floor dissection room to the strange stone pillars, and the seven black cats began howling again.

This time, Ji Lingfei did not throw away the flowers, and she kept the card in her hand. Still feeling restless and vexed, she opened the card, looked at the lines of writing, and recalled how he had whispered in her ear over and over again that he was wrong, that he was wrong.

Every time a phantom image formed, Wings of Freedom used his clumsy method to unleash a brilliant strike. At that moment, the phantoms in the air multiplied from one to ten, and then from ten to dozens. In that instant, dozens of brilliant attacks from within the phantoms simultaneously slammed toward Ruan Xiaocheng.

The discussion continued, and by the third night, Han Liemi's eyes were bloodshot. Suddenly, he leaped straight up, tore his gaze away from the various diagrams spread across the huge table, let out a couple of loud shouts, and began beating his head with his hands.

Cai Fuping looked at the sweating Department Head Lan, retrieved the letter from the drawer, placed it on the table, and said angrily, "Take a look at this letter first, and then let's talk about your thoughts."

Seeing the joyful expression on the other person's face, Wildcat shrank back behind Wang Ping instead, as if frightened by something.

They possessed a regenerative ability far exceeding that of ordinary humans; even if a kitchen knife carved a deep gash into an arm, the bleeding would automatically stop within seconds, and within a couple of hours, no trace of the wound would remain.

Lan Rongyue shook her head slightly with a look of pity, her sole purpose being to buy Ling Lu enough time.

The Yin Hermit was even more astonished. Within the span of three sentences—merely three sentences—Li Xun had clearly undergone the most thorough spiritual cleansing from the inside out.

After absorbing the soul, Doro took a few bites of the corpse, dug out and swallowed the heart and brain, and then quietly crawled toward a corner.

Madame Yan did not head toward her quarters; instead, she strolled slowly to the lakeside, gazing at the misty waters shrouded in thick vapor.

As he retreated from that corridor, he heard nothing more from Chen Ah-niu, except for a burst of intensely shrill, piercing laughter emanating from Chen Ah-niu through the loudspeaker.