Chapter 67

He looked at her helplessly, wanting to push her away, but seeing her furrowed brow, he knew her hand must be in great pain—he sighed and, expressionless, helped her up and accompanied her to breakfast.

Lao Si rarely entered places like this; though he’d occasionally accompanied Fuxiang to the gambling den a couple times, the crowded scene, with people jostling him from all sides, gave him a headache.

“Why are you so courteous to us? We’re just bounty hunters here to claim rewards—I’ve heard other bounty hunters never got a good reception from you,” Jiang Tian said with a smile.

Though her line of thought was slightly odd, Ping Nai Yingzi’s conclusion surprisingly matched Shou Bu’s current situation.

Leng Feng gave Fang Zheng a cold glance, making him shudder involuntarily—he wondered silently if this guy might kill him too.

Yet when she smiled at him, calling him “Shizi,” her expression was utterly pure, devoid of any deceit; when she told him she liked him, it flowed out naturally, unforced—could all that also be false?

Xun Yi stood beneath the dim, swaying trees, his deep eyes seeing nothing else—he stared fixedly at the dreamlike beauty before him, his breath growing so light he feared disturbing the spirit of the fairy in the painting.

Mei Ziyan shivered under the blanket, cold to the bone, when two knocks came at the door; she opened it a crack, wrapped in the blanket, and saw no one—her peripheral vision caught a red object on the ground: a charcoal brazier.

“Are you trying to kill yourself? Forcibly breaking the seal can kill you!” The old immortal grabbed Ke Huan’s arm with his intact right hand and shouted.

Immediately, another slit appeared on Ke Huan’s desk, and the ping-pong ball shot upward through it.

A chance! Zhang Ming’s heart surged—he still had filial piety; his father could always earn more money if he lost it.

As soon as Ke Huan entered the city, the blue phantoms all turned to look at him—eyes filled with disbelief, the hunger of prey, and unease; a flood of complex emotions flickered across their gazes, making Ke Huan’s skin crawl.

Having reached a conclusion, Bai Zhengze hesitated only briefly before racing toward the Ten Thousand Ghost Caves.

Xiao Meng watched the Ghost Chef’s final fate and sighed softly, yet a heavy burden lifted from his heart—the true culprit had finally received his due punishment.

Since he could say such a thing, he must have once served Second Master; rumors said Ji Xingxian excelled in disguise, and he had followed Ji Cangfeng the longest—seeing Ji Cangfeng’s death must have pained him deeply, hence his emotional outburst upon leaving.

“Um, Minshuo, you—” Ai Lin’s defense hadn’t even left her lips when the audience below erupted again.

Ya Ya knelt on a cushion, hands clasped, head bowed, eyes half-lidded and drowsy, gazing up at the beam of light in the sky, filled with hope.

“What’s going on? The corpse puppets seem… they’ve changed somehow!” an old man exclaimed in shock.

Chu Shen did not reach for Xinghong—he simply walked forward, his target the cave beside the crimson snakes.

Asu Luo saw Rong An’s smile, twitched her lips twice; Rong An, sensing hope, continued speaking.

“Never mind whether you’re invincible—we’ll find out soon enough. But have you never considered that it’s easy to enter but hard to leave?” The panda truly admired Lin Ran’s audacity—coming alone here, among so many spellcasters—was it arrogance or ignorance?

Gao Xunwu stepped forward, kicked away Zi Linfeng’s sword, grabbed her hair, and dragged her up.

Wang Dongdu arranged for his men to eat lunch, then everyone began working—the estate had dozens of mule carts transporting copper coins to the riverbank a mile away.

Li Xinran had felt something off since returning from the palace gate; by evening, her skin was unbearably itchy, and faint red rashes had appeared on her fair skin.

Zi Xuan relaxed, saying, “Good.” She knew he always handled things reliably—no need to inquire into the details.

Chu Shen frowned, a strange glint flashing in his eyes; with a flick of his wrist, Xinghong slashed through the golden light and extinguished it.

“Lord Alliance Leader, from the moment you step onto the Happiness Gate Grand Arena until you fully leave it, you must pay attention to every detail—outperform your opponent in the details!” Dongfang Xuan Sun said.

E Ji’s ability was unknown—how could it summon such a massive silver-threaded black bear? This ferocious beast charged straight toward the Great Wall, claws and fangs bared.

Mu Yun spun around instantly and saw an old man wearing a wide-brimmed hat holding a watering can behind him.

Ji Ruohua believed that anyone who survived in over a dozen worlds as Host #6 couldn’t be an idiot, so she instinctively assumed it was point two.

“Yes! Founding a state! But I haven’t fully decided yet—I’ll confirm the exact date after discussing with Shang Yang and others!” Li Jiang nodded in reply.

The ship’s cannons had been upgraded and were now heavier; while removing them from the vessel posed no major issue, transporting them was difficult—Ge Nasi had no oxen or horses to pull the cannons.