24. The Man-Eating House (20)

Staring at the First Emperor, who lay unconscious on the bed and looked far more emaciated than he had a month ago, Wang Ben clenched his fists tightly, sweeping his gaze across everyone in the camp with undisguised hostility.

They had simply seen Xu Nan as young and easy to bully, turning her into a target for their frustrations.

Huang Qingruo couldn't help but wonder if Liang Jingbai had actually lit the incense but forgotten, or if their own sense of smell had collectively failed, preventing them from catching the scent of burning incense.

The construction of the Western Road had already passed Lanzhou and the bend of the Yellow River, reaching the edge of the Tengger Desert.

The ring had just been cleared when a man in a suit stomped his foot, leaped onto the platform, and issued a challenge to Song Feng from across the way.

A gleam of rage shot from Tian Liu's eyes, filled with such malice and gnashing hatred that Zhao Xing trembled involuntarily. In her panic, the tip of the needle accidentally pricked her left thumb, causing blood to well up and flow.

For those with access to the highest echelons of power, even the slightest shift in the imperial court’s policy could be understood in minute detail.

The Chamber of Commerce might not be able to assist a film crew in shooting smoothly, but they had countless ways to ensure the production could never be completed.

Liu Su led his men over the rear passageway, charging upward to subdue the man who had been brandishing a knife and injuring people.

Over the next few days, Tian Liu met with Hao Hua from time to time, either running into her on the way home or encountering her on her way to school.

"Hehehe," Lin Zhuo laughed even more brightly. He reached out to cup Jieyi’s bottom, securing her against his body and letting her fuss as she pleased.

Ma Dahua had his entire right arm bitten off, which the creature then carried to the side, tilted its head back, and swallowed in one gulp! It even licked its lips after finishing.

It was truly remarkable; those with such seductive bones would emit a deeply enchanting, unconscious sound when filled with desire, a sound capable of shattering a man's psychological defenses.

The middle-aged man reached out, his fingers tracing the eight divine weapons on the coffee table, a smile spreading across his face.

"Won't we know once they return? I'm going back to rest now," Bai Niang said before returning to her room.

Lang Fei roared, instantly destroying the gust of wind. But at that moment, the sharp talons of the Dragon-Slaying Eagle struck at him again.

Moreover, the deep-seated resentment between Japan and China, combined with the fact that Japanese practitioners required large amounts of blood and flesh to cultivate, made the Xuan Realm—which was nearly empty save for a few wild beasts—an ideal hunting ground.

Ye Kai’s body was kicked back several steps, and Donald Duck performed an aerial flip, bringing an axe down toward him.

A moment later, the three factions charged the mountain gate together. Before the guards could signal, Yang Dan snapped their necks, and they proceeded to attack from two directions. After passing through a stone gate on the left, Ma Ying found her surroundings transformed. Realizing what was happening, she gripped her Spirit Snake Sword and shouted.

"I really don't understand what Totori is trying to do. Look! The fitting room is over there!" Chiai frowned, though it was clear from her expression that she was quite satisfied with the "Mobile Church" outfit.

"I imagine the Princess has a deep misunderstanding of Yuan Jinqing. Doctor Yuan is pure of heart and keeps to herself; she once treated me as well. Please, Princess, do not harm an innocent person," Meng Jun said, bowing his hands.

Once Nanny Liu went to attend to her duties, Jinqing looked up at the sky. She considered herself merely a medicine seller, not a doctor who could save lives or heal the wounded. She hadn't even met Zhu Gui, yet she had rushed off to the old man's house, rashly claiming that the city doctor’s prescription was wrong. Even his own father wasn't worried, so what was she doing?

Seeing this, Wang Tian knew his previous worries were not unfounded. Lu Fei and Fan Shuiqing hadn't called him here to ask about the negotiations with Xie Le, but for something else.

The Xu woman glared at Old Master Ye with a look that suggested she might drag him down with her. Old Master Ye glanced back at her, his clouded eyes filled with an indescribable emotion, but after that single look, he turned away and left without looking back.

The matriarch scrutinized Wang Tian with a smile, clearly very satisfied. He was tall, strong, and upright, completely devoid of the aura of those spoiled second-generation heirs. Her eyes had seen countless people, and she could tell at a glance what kind of person Wang Tian was.

"It happened like this..." Yan Qing briefly recounted the events, including the encounters at Daxiangguo Temple and the ruined temple that night.

Liu Lingshuang knew that adjusting prices was not as simple as it seemed; it required careful consideration, and there was a great deal of work to be done.

Once he detected the slightest leak of Nether Ghost Fire, he immediately transformed into a streak of green light and shot toward the cave entrance.

"Go!" At Chen Feng's command, the three of them rushed out of the control room. The city outside had undergone a drastic change. In the once-silent streets, buildings began to twist and warp, and streetlights flickered erratically, as if the entire reality were unraveling.

They were no longer familiar strangers, but flesh-and-blood human beings—a part of his life's journey.

With that, Xiao Xuanzhen took the notebooks written by the other disciples and began to flip through them with Ning Xue.

Gao Miao had made up his mind; Li Yang’s joking remark about a "reincarnated living Buddha" had truly frightened him.

"I was invited by the Mu family to attend this banquet. What exactly is the meaning of this, Young Master Mu?" Chen Pingan asked, his voice calm and his expression composed.

Judging by the situation, Song You had likely been up most of the night, as evidenced by the dark circles under her eyes.

After all, he was only a deputy section-level cadre; to Yu Jingxian, he had no value in being received, and he couldn't keep calling to urge Li Siyi. Waiting for news from someone who had no return date was truly agonizing.

Seeing her colleagues from the president's office emerge from the office building, she quickly climbed into her car, slammed on the gas, and fled the company entrance.

As night fell, Chen Feng and Apiao decided to head to the underground bunker immediately. They knew time was short and they had to stop the mysterious person before the ceremony began.

Yet, she did not blame her son for this mistake, harboring resentment toward Yu Yinyin instead.

Moreover, being immersed in the ocean of knowledge every day meant that, for a long time now, she hadn't visited the Drunken Immortal Pavilion even once.

At the same time, the issue of clothing, which had made He Jinyin very uncomfortable during training, was resolved: all inspectors were to wear yellow uniforms, with breeches for trousers, jackets with hanging pockets, red armbands on their left shoulders labeled "Inspection Team," and copper plates on both sides of their collars, each embossed with the word "Inspection."