Chapter 37: Intoxication

Shen He took a light sip, the wine sliding down her throat. Her eyes flickered, and after sitting down, she steadied her forehead for a moment, slowly closing her eyes. "This wine... it makes my head feel a bit dizzy..."

"Eldest sister?" Shen Yan asked in a low voice, her tone filled with concern.

Shen He managed a faint smile. "I... I am fine, just a little lightheaded. The air here is too stifling..."

Seeing this, Shen Jiao, who had been speaking with others nearby, quickly stepped forward and gently placed a hand on Shen He's shoulder. "Eldest sister, you look quite intoxicated. Why don't we go to the garden for some fresh air? It might help you clear your head."

Shen Jiao looked up at Shen Yan, who nodded in silent agreement.

The two of them, unaware...

She received the dessert with immediate delight. Gazing at its exquisite, luxurious, and sweet appearance, Chen Yixuan felt as if she were drifting on the sea.

Yet, the changes in her family and the pain caused by her father made the memories of her childhood exceptionally profound. Even after so many years, many things seemed as vivid as if they had happened yesterday.

Merit is of great importance in the sect. If a fellow disciple or friend is bullied or killed, and the Law Enforcement Hall assigns a slacker or a slippery character who lets the perpetrator off the hook, but you still desire revenge, you can go to the Luosheng Hall.

Gu Zechen’s face was cold, his eyes as sharp as a hawk’s, as if they could tear through the very space before him and pierce straight into the soul of his opponent.

There was not much supervision for the patients here. Logically, even if the doctor noticed she was missing and suspected she had run "next door," he shouldn't have gone to the office to find her so silently, or rather, with such clear intent.

She reached out to wipe her tears, but the movement was a bit too abrupt; her neck rotated 270 degrees, and she hurriedly straightened her head.

He recognized every word Su Jinyue said, but when strung together, he could not make sense of them.

Mother Huang Niang chuckled, seemingly unconcerned that the powerful ghost the old man spoke of might come after them.

"If you see the words left behind before my death and rashly touch my body, you will surely perish as my true energy causes your body to explode, lacking the jade coffin and cold marrow to temper my power."

It is well known that the pipa is a notoriously difficult instrument to master in traditional music, usually requiring training from childhood.

***

While the soldiers were digging deep trenches and leveling the slopes, Li Tian ordered his men to shout loudly toward the position of the Hunxie King.

Beautiful Mount Fuji had lost its charming facade; what lay before the world was a scene of devastation, with the thick scent of gunpowder filling every space. The corpses lying in disarray—some belonging to the Yamaguchi-gumi, others to the Seven Paths—had turned Mount Fuji into a battlefield of carnage.

The atmospheric pressure seemed to increase several-fold. None of the soldiers dared to look up at the sky; they pressed their bodies tightly against the backs of their horse-statues, urging the mounts to go faster and faster.

Everyone packed up simply and left, but a question remained unresolved in my mind. This doubt sat in my chest like a stone, leaving me unable to sleep or eat, as if I had a premonition that something was about to happen.

"Feng..." Qing’er finally couldn't help but call out, a trail of tears streaming down her cheeks as she looked at Yi Feng’s gaunt back.

"Yo, looks like I need to increase my output." Though Qian Zhenduo felt a bit cowardly inside, he had to keep up appearances in this situation.

"Put me down! I can walk myself!" the Champion Marquis shouted, struggling weakly while being carried through the air.

Bullets whizzed past my ears, and two holes were punched through the car window, blurring the view instantly.

Duan Zhong rubbed his nose as he looked at the expanse of fire before him, a hint of regret in his heart. He spurred his horse forward, bypassing the chaotic battlefield to reach the largest and quietest tent in the entire encampment.

Police officers, armed police, and soldiers were all scattered to every corner of the city and along the highways, for no other reason than to catch people—to catch fugitives.

At the same time, he felt a surge of gratitude toward Long Jiang, who always looked at him with such a sly glint in his eye. *Sigh, how should I ever thank him?*

Those stone slabs were brought back only to dig pits, and the person who came had pointed out exactly where to dig; they must have scouted the location beforehand.

After knocking down the lecherous man, the "Evil Energy" figure instantly soared to 23,009. Long Jiang stood still in the room, anticipating a magical, dreamlike scene just like the last time.

However, Dou Zhanlong only thought about these things; he certainly didn't want the environment here to be polluted.

After finally convincing the others to go back, I stood alone on the bone-chilling street, gazing into the dark void where not a single taxi could be seen, yet my heart felt warm.

The massive number of corpses could not be disposed of properly. In a world with complete laws, this might trigger a plague, but in Azeroth, the consequences were far more dire.

***

The moment the brocade box was opened, Dongfang Yue’s eyes widened in horror, and he stared coldly at the object before him.

Stepping back, even if a space wormhole had appeared, it wouldn't be a major issue. But why would the demon army launch an attack toward the direction of their India, instead of turning around and marching toward the territory of the Huaxia people?

Zhao Shuo let out a cold snort, pulling his pant leg from her grip. With a frigid, fierce look in his eyes, he walked to a nearby soft couch and leaned back diagonally to watch her.

As for the tight knot Zhang Li had tied around Li Nan, it was merely a sleight of hand. With a bit of force at a specific point, the knot would loosen, a detail an outsider could never notice—especially since Liu Heping couldn't see it at all.

Ling Yuqing seized the opportunity to shake off Ning Zhe’s hand, only to look up and see that the man had already turned into a skeleton.

Xiao Feiyan looked left and right, her eyes never leaving Yun Shan’s face. The malice in her gaze was such that she wished she could tear that face off and trample it into a blurry mess.

"Luo Qianhan! Don't you want to know the news about your wife and child?" the Ice Ape Orc roared with heartbreaking intensity.

Only those who have lost their freedom and walked on the edge of life and death truly understand what it means to go home.

As I spoke, I didn't realize what a sensation those words would later cause.

"I don't know how I did it either. I just felt an immense surge of strength in my body the moment I killed the zombies, and I took them all down in a few hits!" Li Nan said vaguely.

Xue Yun observed them carefully, and upon seeing their shimmering golden scales, he seemed to understand something.

Shakespeare once said that love which is not too intense will endure, but Xie Yun had never once thought about the question of longevity from the very start of her love.