Chapter 40: Tireless Drinking! Dueling the Hall of Spirits!

Midnight, the full moon glowed like blood.

At some point, a faint mist had risen at midnight; the moon shimmered through it with a tinge of crimson, as if foretelling the ominous slaughter of war.

Inside the tent, lamps burned brightly; outside, a squad of Celtic warriors guarded the camp, while several other patrols moved through the night.

Deng Ken sat bare-chested on a sheepskin mat, his exposed muscles outlined in the flickering candlelight like statues from ancient Greek myth; before him stood a woman dressed in a simple robe.

The two commentators’ discussion reached not only the audience outside but also Feng Buzhi, who was actively engaged in the battle.

She had promised Princess Mei she would do her best to care for Qing Wan, yet she had failed to do so—instead, Qing Wan had cared for her.

Though a protective light flared the instant the blade of light struck, the shield offered no resistance, dissolving like paper, and simultaneously the array collapsed, taking with it the several dark shadows that formed it.

Only after the two women had gone far did Song Ruyu emerge from behind the flower wall, gazing at their retreating backs, lost in thought.

As June arrived, Yinzhou City gradually grew lively due to the Guan Wang Festival; this festival, second only to the New Year in grandeur, prompted every household to hang lanterns and decorations in preparation.

Xiao Yi frowned, thinking to himself that Su Baijing’s audacity was too great—didn’t she fear being discovered?

But when wave after wave of living corpses charged forward, each detonating one after another, things became troublesome.

Lin Zhihan fell silent; she and Pei Yan Yao had never truly loved each other—merely playing roles for mutual gain. Still, sometimes Pei Yan Yao’s utterly sincere gaze had nearly deceived even her.

Lin Zhihan shifted slightly inward, signaling for her to climb up; Shen Yanqing stripped off both her outer and inner garments, afraid the scent of alcohol might disturb her.

Though it appeared a stalemate, Xiao Yi had already unleashed his full strength, gritting his teeth and forcing every ounce of effort from his body.

Thus, in Jiang Zhiyu’s eyes, Nie Tian still possessed the ability to deal with Xu Hong and his group.

Jiang Guantong felt something was off, but since the person had come to bring her food, she still thanked them first.

For a moment, the crowd was utterly baffled—what kind of fighting style was this, dragging someone to the bottom of the sea? It was too bizarre.

The master of Tiankui Island sneered; driven by his concern for Zhang Qin, he had resolved to personally travel to Emei Sect to investigate whether it had any connection to Zhang Qin’s disappearance.

Jiang Luoluo would periodically remove the warm towel from his forehead, soak it again in cold water, and place it back. She repeated this countless times until Yan Chengming’s fever finally broke, at which point Jiang Luoluo finally sighed in relief.

On the other side, Liu Xixi and Liu Qinghe also prepared to return to Dashan Tun; just then they met Zhao Fugui driving his cart at the county gate, and since two seats were still available, they paid a few jiao to ride with him back to Dashan Tun.

The police officers then carried the four men away, with Wu Wei accompanying them; as they passed the tree-lined path beside the playground, the speech from next door caught his attention.

The front and back seats were spaced far apart; even if flight attendants walked back and forth, they would not disturb this side.

After watching Jiang Guantong and Ji Zheng devour every last bite of the snacks she had brought, Shi Wanqing exchanged a few casual words with them before leaving.

Moreover, many villagers worked in factories in town, earning wages of around thirty yuan on average.

All the elders were somewhat surprised, for they had always known of Liu Xing and the Liu family of Zhongzhou.

Yan Liu walked slowly along the covered corridor to Ci’an Hall, lingering there for a long time before sighing and turning away.

Attorney An’s face turned ashen; faced with the concrete evidence before him, he could not utter a single word of rebuttal.