Volume One, Chapter 70: Dissection

Lin Wantai dodged the flying stones.
At this point, words were useless; these people, incited by Physician Chen, would listen to no explanation.
She had to find evidence to prove her innocence, and those abnormal animal carcasses were the key!
He Chang waved his hands repeatedly and said, "No, no, no. Most weapons don't have the function of snatching enemy arms. There's no need for it."
In such an atmosphere, three customers arrived. They were bare-chested, led by a young man with a cigarette dangling from his lips, swaggering into the supermarket.
Miao Jueyang came out to grill a few fish and then packed them all into his backpack, thinking that if he ended up trapped inside, at least he could survive for a while.
The police muttered endlessly to me, and I simply stopped talking. After all, I hadn't done anything, and I comforted myself with that thought.
Zhang Lei pouted and said, "Watching you run lap after lap around the stadium, I felt like a donkey circling the millstone."
Following the sound of the bell, I found a phone lying on the ground. Picking it up, I saw it was smashed, the screen webbed like a spider's net, but Wang Er Donkey was nowhere to be seen.
At that moment, a familiar face from the courtyard drew us aside to a secluded spot and told us about Granny Wind-Eye's rules. This Granny Wind-Eye was peculiar: when she saw cases or diagnosed illnesses, she insisted that accompanying relatives perform—be it reciting, singing, or comedic acts. But there was one rule: no trickery. She had to be satisfied before she could continue.
That man was someone of status. Liu Dong had seen him several times in financial magazines. His legendary reputation in the business world rivaled that of Cousin Chu.
After the roar of a car engine, Qin Junxi drove away from the hotel entrance.
In the mountains, trees grew thick, blocking out the sky, deserted and wild, though birds occasionally flew past. With Ming Fei’s dwindling food supplies, what should she do?
The Imperial Consort arrived, and upon seeing Song Zheyi’s corpse, wailed for a few moments before fainting in grief.
My younger brother’s face turned as pale as paper with fright. Instinctively struggling, already not the brightest, he now shivered as if he’d seen a ghost, terrified beyond measure.
He moved from one end of the room to the other, never able to completely remove himself from the confines of the chamber.
Fan Xun thought it over. Even if they truly were remnants of the White Lotus Sect, it was possible they'd turned over a new leaf and lived quietly in seclusion. All right then, if they don’t release them tomorrow, I'll visit in person and reveal my identity, justifiably so.
I nodded. Indeed, if it weren’t the unit leader calling, you probably wouldn’t bother with my life and death.
Watching her back, Chang Yi propped his head in his hands and recalled the first time Kong Yixian came here.
Opening a wooden box she had brought with her, Zhang Jia Meng smiled and offered a soft, colorful sweet cake.
With his cultivation, he had already investigated the black hole, but his divine sense swept across only to find endless darkness.
Lin Kongkong dared not look into his gentle eyes; she feared the warmth there might drown her.
I sat in a daze for a long time before coming to my senses. What you think by day, you dream by night; perhaps it was merely a dream. Yet the tear stains at the corners of my eyes—I could not recall when they appeared.
Zhao Tiezhu pointed to the areas on the map still under their control, the regions closest to Li Jialong’s territory.
Kong Lin’s dealings with Elder Kong were all observed by Li Man, who never said a word, only listened quietly throughout.
The Cobra Action Team’s purpose in disguising themselves as the New Fourth Army was clear—to assassinate Governor-General Du Guan Jinlin in the rear lines of the Nationalist government.
Vaguely, two colossal beings could be seen, battling in the chaos. One was neither human nor demon, but its divine body was as mighty as a mountain, with demonic aura surging to the heavens. The so-called flood from before likely originated from him, drowning swathes of illusions.