Chapter 33

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The sky outside was growing darker by the minute. She was about to take a short rest and eat something when a series of sports-car engines roared outside the door.

Lin Zi thought for a moment, unable to describe the feeling clearly. It was as though she existed apart from everything else, completely out of place in her surroundings. In the end, all she could offer was a vague and incoherent summary.

At last, they arrived at Song Manqing’s home. The instant the door closed, Song Manqing wound herself around her like a snake.

Although the Military Statistics Bureau, like the Central Statistics Bureau, had withdrawn its headquarters to Wuhan after the fall of Nanjing, the Military Statistics Bureau had begun establishing its presence in Chongqing very early because of Zhang Anping. And with Boss Dai’s all-or-nothing gamble, it had swiftly become Chongqing’s most powerful landlord.

Before her wedding, Murong Qiudi should not have met her fiancé. Yet she kept visiting Divine Sword Manor to care for Xie Xiaofeng, whom she had wounded.

The Grand Princess had always kept her word. Besides, merely summoning her back to the palace could hardly be considered a severe punishment. For the Grand Princess, this already amounted to mercy.

As Xie An was new, worked swiftly, and was well liked by the customers, several veteran servers at the tavern joined forces against him and drove him out.

To put it plainly, the country was reluctant to agree to the two conditions Hengbao had proposed, even though the hostage’s safety was hanging by a thread.

His feelings for me were not as deep as Big Liu’s. And after being enslaved by Han Chao for so long, he had developed an instinctive fear of him. It was only natural that he did not dare to help.

Heavy chains were wrapped around the pair of feet floating in midair, resembling the shackles once used in ancient times to imprison mortals.

He knew perfectly well that everything he was doing for Xu Weikang was repayment for the harm he had caused his son through his former confusion. He was now drinking the bitter wine brewed by his own shortsightedness.

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“Heh heh, that’s true. Let’s change it to the character for ‘戒.’ It’ll be more convenient,” Liu Shoucai said. Then the skeleton seemed to come alive, circling twice around Liu Shoucai’s finger.

The deceased must originally have been quite beautiful. She had still been wearing her makeup when she was killed, but her expression looked terribly pained, rendering her features somewhat savage. Her once-bright red lipstick had been smeared everywhere.

“Mm. I’ll borrow it for a while and return it after I’m done. I lost my knife.” Badou was as honest as ever, and there was even sincerity in his red eyes.

“He won’t get that chance.” An Xin and Ling Xi spoke in unison. Both froze after saying it, then exchanged a smile. A feeling of mutual sympathy and appreciation rose naturally in their hearts.

“Huh? What’s abnormal about our princely residence?” Zhao Jia asked, startled once again by his father’s words. He realized that he could not understand much of what his father had said that day.

The old General Cheng had been Ling Jun’s martial-arts teacher. When Ling Jun sent the coachman, Old Wang, to fetch the elderly couple, he also told him to say that he had sent for them. Though he had not stated his surname directly, how could the old general’s wife, with her intelligence, fail to guess?

The simplest example was the King of Hell, who had ruled the underworld for countless ages. Because he was too compassionate and liked releasing pitiful souls back into the mortal world, he angered the Son of Heaven of the Underworld. An imperial edict issued from the depths of the palace, and the King of Hell, who at that time held authority over the entire netherworld, was instantly demoted to the Fifth Hall.

Yet the voice was sincere, utterly free of hypocrisy. When the speaker expressed those words from the bottom of his heart, Liu Shoucai instead felt as though he were the one taking advantage of him.

“What if I leave Diana or Daji inside the palace grid and have her play the role of an elephant piece? Wouldn’t that be enough to turn the tide?” I asked.

“An image-recording talisman?” Prompted by Gao Xiaoxiao, Gao Zi’ang finally noticed that an old image-recording talisman was still inside the wooden box.

This alone showed how much power Gao Ying had monopolized within the Talisman Sect after Gao Yishen’s death.

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In her panic, Li Qin merely swung her sword wildly. She immediately retreated two steps to widen the distance between herself and the man, then touched the blood remaining on her face, its warmth not yet faded. A look of intense disgust appeared on her features.

After all, she could cultivate in peace without following him across the length and breadth of the land, where danger lurked everywhere. Moreover, there was that Buddhist lotus throne, which could harmonize with the inheritance of her Han family.

Ye Xing hurriedly threw all the storage rings back into his own storage ring. Just as he turned his head with a frown, he sensed several murderous auras rushing toward him.

If she could not overcome even the obstacles before her, death was all that awaited her.

After dinner, darkness had fallen outside. Old Master Ye, still unsatisfied, kept chatting with Sang Li, seemingly determined to tell her everything about Ye Juan. Only after that did he finally reveal his true purpose.

However, when she was about to refuse, she suddenly discovered that Ye Juan looked even more nervous than she did.

Just as Sang Li was despairing and considering suicide, Lu Hanchuan appeared in time like a god descended from heaven. In a fury, he beat all the thugs to the ground and rescued Sang Li from her nightmare.

Xiao Jinyan sat to one side, sipping tea and occasionally glancing at Shen Chuwei. Her spirits were clearly much better than they had been over the previous two days, and her complexion had grown considerably rosier.

“She’s a warrior of the Shuifu people—a general. She’s incredibly fierce.” Neil pretended not to care. His instincts told him that letting Elvis know too much would only cause trouble.

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