Chapter Fifty-Four: The First Crime Scene (Part One)

Mrs. Wu’s face changed drastically. Seeing that most people were looking at her with disapproval, she was both furious and resentful, sobbing as she said, “Fine, fine, it’s all my fault, all my Pei’er’s fault. So does that mean my Pei’er deserved to be killed? If Shuangniang is angry, she should take it out on me! Why harm my Pei’er?

My Pei’er and I simply couldn’t stand such a wanton woman in the village! She claimed she was abandoned by her husband and came here, but who believes that? Perhaps she—

After all, people have feelings. Hesitating slightly, Ye Shanghan forced himself to pick up the scattered bathrobe from the ground. His intention was to drape it over Adele’s shoulders before leaving.

“Don’t move…” They had wanted to help Qian Liang, but the workers wielding shovels threatened them to stay where they were.

In military formations, any irrelevant chatter must be stopped. However, since the recruits were curious about this matter, he decided to explain it thoroughly.

Then again, he thought, it made sense—Wang Shi’s most reliable companion was Ashura. With him present, things would be much easier.

Li Shanhe was now overjoyed, yet still had to feign deep regret, watching Su Benchang and Mo Ao’s sorrowful expressions.

Jinyu: I only follow one principle—does good wine really grant immortality? The more expensive it is, the more profit is made. I don’t want to be that fool; cheap wine lasts just as long. I prefer bargains: low price, high quality, much more practical.

Jinyu: I care, you know. Students are a teacher’s spiritual wealth; there shouldn’t be material exchanges. Of course, if a gift is under a hundred yuan, I can accept it. If it’s too extravagant, I can’t help but feel guilty.

Qin Fang opened a new room downstairs, rather than in her previous room, which made it clear she didn’t want too many people to see her enter. The matter discussed might be very private.

Lin Kun, helpless, followed her. The Ubud Palace was designed by renowned artists during the Ubud Dynasty. Completed in the sixteenth century, the palace’s exterior was imposing, especially its stone carvings, which were exceptional. The interior was exquisitely detailed, and the gold leaf decorations everywhere gave the palace an even more splendid appearance.

When the door closed behind Xiao Xiao’s departure, Anna, lazily lying with her arms outstretched, suddenly couldn’t suppress a bitter smile and murmured to herself.

Yet Fengle’s slightest movement seemed to be perceived by the Flame Lizard King, who immediately controlled two fiery red ‘essence’ creatures to rush back and block Fengle’s actions.

Yang Chun closed his eyes again. This time, his entire aura drew inward, once more resembling a corpse.

“Well, well, the two great guilds have formed an alliance—let’s celebrate!” I laughed. The friendship with Battle Paradise was extremely precious to the Sanctuary right now; both sides were greatly relieved of the immense pressure, so everyone was in good spirits.

After hanging up, Lele quickly calculated the number of people, then told Grandpa Qin and Grandma Qin to rest. She and Liang Liang would go buy groceries and cook when they returned.

Yi Xiu and the others, hearing this, suddenly understood, and just like Master Miaoyi, a long-missing smile appeared on their faces.

When most families didn’t dare install electricity, theirs had a hundred-watt bulb in the courtyard, put up by Mom so she could better tend to patients. At that time, families in the village without electricity would come to their house to chat, gossip, and debate, sitting until very late before reluctantly going home.

Great Cataclysm: Golden Behemoth racial skill. Once activated, it causes an earthquake and falling boulders within a hundred-meter radius. All targets in the area have their agility reduced by 50%, lasting for one minute.

He really ought to remember, but for some reason he couldn’t recall who this person was. Even Linglong-minded Bai Xue had moments she couldn’t figure things out. If only he understood the meaning of that glance, if only he could remember who that old goat was, then perhaps the terrifying events that followed might never have happened.