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In the living room of the Fang residence, a bodyguard stood before Madam Fang to report on Fang Zhixu's whereabouts. He stated that during the day, Fang Zhixu would still drive out and wander aimlessly through the streets, and at night, he would return as usual to stay at the East City villa.

Madam Fang waved her hand to indicate she understood, instructing the bodyguard to continue trailing Fang Zhixu, remain vigilant, and not take things lightly.

After the bodyguard left, Madam Fang placed a call to Mother Jiang...

Meanwhile, on every desk across the entire classroom, a pink letter appeared, emblazoned with a large character meaning "Open."

It seemed living on the ground was no longer an option. If she dug a pit, those wolves knew how to dig as well, which would simply be handing herself over to them on a silver platter.

Zhu Dahua sat cross-legged, and the divine beast Qilin flew out from her chest. After treading the empty air for a moment, it landed on her left side, its eyes reflecting the face of the Heavenly Venerate.

No wonder the taxi driver wore such an expression upon hearing "Number 18, Tianfu Road." It seemed the rumors of the place being haunted had already spread far and wide.

Whether it was her imagination or not, she always felt the temperature had dropped quite a bit since she first arrived. It was just that she was constantly moving around and hadn't noticed it, but now that night had fallen, she could finally feel the chill.

Lu Changjun was truly furious. He and Li Junlan had been friends for many years, yet someone had played such a despicable trick right under his nose. To make matters worse, this fellow had come to cause trouble earlier, almost ruining his business.

Chen Keke's outfit was simply too captivating; leaving Xie Hao aside, even he himself found it difficult to maintain self-control.

Although she knew the door code, whenever she came over, she still habitually rang the doorbell. Doing this was both a sign of respect for Chen Nan and a polite way of greeting him.

This arrangement was made because, among all the human pawns, Tian Yuan and Niu Jiani were relatively more dangerous.

Exhaling a breath, Zhu Dahua brought Mumu Wu and Jiuyou to the Nine Heavens Sword Sect, only to be intercepted by the sect's disciples right at the foot of the mountain.

On the massive tree trunk, two swords flickered with their respective sword glows—sacred, mysterious, and seemingly ancient beyond reckoning.

"It's the one Zhuangzhuang saw. When I came back from school, she was lingering right outside our front door, but I didn't let her in. Actually, I didn't really want to bother with her; it felt like a waste of time," Quan Shengnan said, wrinkling her nose.

Changqin suddenly realized that her worries had been entirely unnecessary. The human and the beast were now playing a game of hide-and-seek amidst the earth-shattering tremors. Fengxi grew increasingly effortless in her running, while the divine beast became more and more frantic. Clearly, it wished nothing more than to slap Fengxi to death with a single strike, yet she was as slippery as an eel, unable to catch even a corner of her garment.

Just as the burly man was feeling utterly bewildered, Liu Shengqiang leaped down from directly above his head. As it turned out, he had noticed some cracks on the stone pillar earlier and had used them to rapidly climb to the very top.

I slapped my forehead, feeling a sudden surge of enlightenment. Previously, my mind had been left completely blank, unable to recall a single thing, all because I had been scrambled by those surrounding vengeful spirits.

Yuan Zhiyuan burst into sudden laughter. The sound echoed clearly to the outside, reaching the ears of both sisters-in-law, Zhang Hui and Lin Xiaoxue. The three of them naturally caught the underlying notes of despair and heartbreak within Yuan Zhiyuan's laughter.

Huang Jun was trying to figure out how to wash away his recent humiliation, though he envisioned pulling it off with a brilliant offensive maneuver. He gave no thought whatsoever to the fact that Li Qiang—who was universally known to lack any offensive awareness—might immediately launch a counterattack.

However, when I walked a little closer to the gathered ghosts and took a careful look, I was even more astonished. The one trapped in the very center, making a drunken scene and acting wild, turned out to be none other than Chen Le.

Liu Mancang had been the first to recognize his father, having already learned from him that his mother's remains had been dug up and that the culprit had been apprehended. Hearing Rurui's words, he turned his head around.

"How could this be?" Gao Qing touched the left side of his chest, thoughtfully pondering the look Lanlan had just given him.

Had they been consumed to this extent by just the third day? Truly, he was no genuine Saint Ancestor; if a true Saint Ancestor were alive, what would a battle lasting a hundred days even matter?