Chapter 57 Restoring Communication

The likely reasons were easy to guess. After all, modern people were far too accustomed to comfort and exceptionally lazy; asking them to work themselves to the bone with exercise meant they could hardly ever stick with it.

Today’s breakthrough by the three members of the Qin family was, in truth, an accident. Nourished by toxins and consumed by a fiery temper, they had done something utterly foolish out of a soaring surge of adrenaline, which somehow ended up succeeding by a fluke.

Otherwise, why would Qin Xiaoyu have locked the door? If she had let the women of the household out, that fight certainly never would have happened.

If this identity was assumed, many things could be explained. Perhaps Yuan Xiyi's soul had been reborn in another world, and her appearance here now might mean she had found a passage back to this realm.

A sovereign of a country like Gao Yuan could not be killed casually because one had to account for the sentiments of the entire Goguryeo populace—or more accurately, the Goguryeo aristocratic elite who were vassals under Gao Yuan's command.

Looking down, the previously expansive street was completely flooded with multicolored rainwater. Bobbing about within it were ceaselessly swaying zombies, alongside giant mutant mosquitoes beaten down into the water by the rain, densely blanketing the colorful liquid in an overwhelming swarm.

A flash of lightning instantly illuminated half the sky, rendering Shen Qingrong's complexion deathly pale. Thunder rolled, torrential rain fell like drumbeats, and the fragrance of moistened earth drifted into the hall, completely overpowering the lingering scent of sandalwood inside.

Not long after Tan Xiao sat down before the chessboard, Qin Jian slowly approached and took the seat opposite him.

The black pieces above had a fragmented structure and a subpar deployment, leaving behind numerous latent tactics for the white pieces. Once struck by a powerful move, this isolated group of black stones would be entirely swallowed up by White, turning the situation dire.

Nominally, Yang Yong had been forced to commit suicide by the late Emperor Yang Jian, while Yang Guang was merely the executor who had no other choice. Therefore, Yang Yong was posthumously granted the title of Prince of Fangling.

Deep within his heart lay an unresolvable knot: the school was nothing more than a human meat grinder, where countless people dreamed dreams within dreams while lacking the strength to gaze upon the heavens beyond the heavens.

An ancient, fierce, and exceptionally rustic sword suddenly materialized in Yuan Xiyi's hand. With a casual wave, she pointed it toward the location of the white cloud space.

"Last night I had a dream. In the middle of a match, all of my chess pieces were completely slaughtered, and this came true the very next day. If so, whatever happens next will also come true."

Old Qu helplessly gestured for them to walk forward a few steps. Although they would still be within the bodyguards' line of sight, if they lowered their voices, the bodyguards probably wouldn't be able to hear them.

At night, Nan Qiang was drinking and carousing in the brothels of Huan City. When he was half-intoxicated, Huai Qing, dressed in ordinary casual attire, kicked the door open.

Qin Mu seemed to recall something. Suddenly, a jolt ran through him, and a wave of chill spread across his entire body.

"No, my wig will get wet. You go ahead, don't worry about me." Qiu Yan pushed Xu Yajun toward the water.

Zhao Yingyue was merely seeking a novelty, wanting to see this unprecedented chaos of an assassin appearing, and just what kind of look an assassin actually had.

Instead, on the opposite side of the arena, Chen Jindong, the substitute player from Gaocheng No. 1 High School who was responsible for the feint attack, slightly bent forward and entered the state like a leopard fixing its gaze on its prey.

Huai Qing was dressed in a moon-white robe today, genuinely looking quite dashing and debonair—though still dressed up like a scoundrel.

His words were entirely a delaying tactic. Li Shuoxi immediately looked toward Si Hengjin. Although the surface was maintained quite well, Li Shuoxi, who knew him well, could tell at a glance that Si Hengjin must already be angry, noticing his hand seemed to be rummaging for something in his pocket.

Brahma spoke coldly to the Creator. From the gazes shared between the Creator and Qin Mu, Brahma had already seen through the grievances between the two. Such grievances and enmities were immensely complex in their entanglements.

"It's no trouble at all. Why don't you give this old recipe a try? I heard it's an ancient remedy, but I haven't tested it myself, so I don't know if it's efficacious," Shen Peng said with a chuckle.

There were still many fellow students around, and she was certainly unwilling to let anyone see her locked in such a close embrace with President Feng.

Hua Qingtong looked at him helplessly. Why was the Third Imperial Brother like this? Eldest Brother's popularity was truly abysmal.