Chapter 60: Is the Stool Hard? Then Sit on My Clothes

"I have already been ruined, there is no need to cherish anything anymore." Xialin seemed to recall something, a flash of sorrowful despair appearing in her eyes.

If we follow Scar-eye's suggestion to deal with the green-faced corpse in this manner, we must first discover what the weakness of the corpse is.

"Both Yin and Yang dwellings refer to sites blessed with supreme geomantic energy. They do not merely signify the treasures buried in the tombs below; most of them indicate resting upon a dragon's vein. It is said that by following this dragon's vein, one can trace the true dragon."

And now, I am caught in this exact predicament. My situation is dire indeed: the floorboards of the bamboo stilt house creak under the slightest pressure, exposing my movements, while the cramped space leaves me with virtually no room to maneuver.

Those four figures in black cloaks are not Miao people. Not only do they lack tattoos, but they also wield electric batons against us. Clearly, none of the six black-cloaked figures trailing us all this time have been Miao, otherwise my cousin would not have subdued two of them so effortlessly and even acquired their clothes for us.

"Come on, your foot has just recovered from the swelling, you had better let this young master support you!" When it came to the art of being thick-skinned, Ye Qinghan had long since achieved perfection. He smoothly reached out and imperiously wrapped his arm around Ling Xiaolu's slender waist. Yet his actions stopped right at the boundary, without any superfluous gestures taken to take advantage of her.

Knowing this much is sufficient, however. It would appear that when Wu Jun was plundering the ancient tombs in Yunnan, he encountered the fake Gesai. The real question is: how did he come to know that Pi Tenghai was the one who murdered the fake Gesai's parents?

As I had no idea why Wu Jun spared my life, I chose to remain silent and see what explanation he would offer.

Looking closer at the mountain, its peak points northward while its tail stretches south. The northern peak bears a striking resemblance to the head and horns of a qilin, while the southern slope mimics a qilin's tail. Studying the undulating mountain ranges closely, they resemble the torso of a qilin, curled up there like a colossal beast at rest.

However, I believe that even if Scar-eye figures out the trap mechanism, it will be of no use. A massive underlying problem remains: how the mechanism actually functions. Even if that burial chamber is not particularly large, the ability to support such immense weight is something that commands deep contemplation.

Listening to the familiar melody, Hongyu sat in the corner of the wall and wept secretly all night, her heart in utter turmoil as a profound sense of guilt overwhelmed her entirely.

In terms of speed, the old man completely outmatched Leisheng. He could effortlessly disregard the rugged mountain path and the swirling, dancing wind and snow.

The giant beast let out a mournful cry, knocked backward several steps by that mass of fire before crashing heavily onto its side upon the ground.

"Young master, are you planning to use the same trick the old master pulled on the Yankees back when he did business with them, just to fix this Chen Tianxiao?" Uncle Long asked with a hearty laugh.

Clasping it in hand, no outward changes were visible, yet the immense spiritual energy condensed within the palm, though sealed inside, could still be faintly sensed.

"She is dead? How is that possible, how could... why did I know nothing of this?" Gu Weiming collapsed onto a chair, muttering to himself.

Such a desolate scene persisted across all eight cities of Dashan Prefecture, and it was only upon reaching the capital of Dashan Prefecture that the situation finally improved somewhat.

If he wished to live in peace, he had no choice but to adopt an attitude of utmost humility from this day forward. Especially toward Liu Shangqing, whom he must continue to serve with the utmost diligence and devotion as if he were his own biological grandfather, in order to earn his forgiveness.

The emotional fluctuations of Madam Liu and Song An were quite intense. Noticing their unstable expressions, Song Yihuan nonetheless voiced her desire to open a restaurant.

Bai Chengxun had already met Madam Bai. The seemingly formidable Madam Bai turned delicate and vulnerable upon seeing Bai Chengxun, weeping as she leaned into his embrace.

Nanny Jin, standing nearby, felt her head spinning with distress. She wore an expression of complete and utter helplessness—Miss Liuli... whatever is the matter with you?

Having swept clean all the remaining food on the table, Xu Chuan finally laid down his chopsticks and spoke to Feilin.

After all, Jing Yuan's beauty was matchless throughout the entire Barren Continent; no other female was more breathtaking than her. Consequently, certain male beasts were more than willing to seek her company, even without any formal title, content with the prospect of sharing even a single night of intimacy.

The Dragon King's throne was truly a remarkable artifact. Belonging to Ao Hai, it was a divine-tier magical weapon possessing the power to neutralize all toxins, and it even produced wondrous, unexpected effects.

Fu Tingyuan stepped forward to embrace her. Looking at her fair, delicate face with her lowered gaze, she possessed an obedient and docile air within his arms.

He Bai and the others were stepping up the drilling of the new recruits, employing every possible method to enable the hitherto illiterate commoners to grasp modern training protocols. Merely distinguishing left from right, learning various turns, and practicing marching in step consumed countless brain cells among the three of them, to say nothing of the complex formation changes.

"Then we shall compound a poison ourselves. All we need right now is to gather certain venomous liquids for the mixture. Saving a life is like putting out a fire, and we still have time. As long as we compound it before the Hour of Zi, the problem will be solved. It is currently the Hour of Hai, so we still have time," Xu Chuan deliberated and said.

Jun Nuo gestured to Rao Yao, then moved in with lightning speed. With a swift chop of the hand to the back of the neck for each, she knocked the two guards unconscious.

After all, a catapult hurls out giant boulders weighing over a hundred catties in a single strike, whereas the iron balls fired by cannons weigh merely ten catties.

All the Embroidered Uniform Guards surged forward upon command, and Painted Butterfly unleashed her Divine Eagle Ghost Claws, felling one enemy with every strike.

After a passing night, Qin Chen had broken through to the late stage of Spirit Realm, his surging spiritual aura still rippling as he had yet to fully calm down from the breakthrough state.

Everyone in this zone had been eliminated in advance. These individuals formed an absolute majority; even if the number of those who managed to stay in the forest for the full three days were doubled, it still could not compare to them.

The real estate companies would naturally take the lead. Since this was a vast continent, people had to live somewhere, and a comfortable, spacious home was an absolute necessity.

The head of the Jiang family could not immediately gauge Madam Jiang's intentions, but seeing that she did not continue to dwell on the matter, he figured she must have taken his words to heart.

Without giving the police station chief another chance to offer explanations, Si Haoxuan angrily hung up the phone, his face overcast with gloom.

Watching Li Mengting depart, Luo Meng pondered as well that this territory was developing roughly according to his vision, but if he wished to expand and grow stronger, he needed to initiate changes ahead of time.