Chapter 976: Strange Traces

Cold flesh and blood began to dissolve into clusters of strange black water, mending his shattered throat and broken heart meridians.

Shen Shouxing's limbs began to twitch irregularly, his flesh and blood seemingly pulled by gray threads, constantly writhing until finally fusing completely.

Shen Shouxing slowly rose to his feet in an unnatural posture.

His eyes turned into dense black.

A faint, eerie smile curled at his lips.

Although most of them could be considered half-experts in fengshui mystic arts, they had never witnessed such a bizarre scene before.

So when he first saw Mu Baobao, he felt a pang of embarrassment—after all, he had arranged for fellow sect members to propose on his behalf without Mu Baobao's knowledge.

This was Pope Pope Bibi Dong, the great Pope Pope Bibi Dong, whose first lesson to Youcheng was learning to recognize people.

After all, its anger had never stemmed from being ordered around or feeling its status diminished.

Song Zhehan instinctively opened his eyes, but what he saw was not a black-armored man, but a familiar young face.

Yun Xi was utterly stunned—he had meticulously planned to defeat them one by one, yet they had come to him of their own accord.

Lin Lou looked from bottom to top; generally, the higher a name appeared on the list, the greater the status in the project. He first looked at the drawings, and directly after came his own name—something he deserved.

For him and other leading cadres, as long as they could earn U. S. dollars, they were willing to take on the contract even at a loss, because the nation now lacked U. S. dollars, not RMB—the workers were paid in RMB, but what they received from Latvia was in U. S. dollars, which could then be used to import technology.

Youcheng's entire body hovered in midair, his full weight pressed down upon the blade by sheer force.

Long Ba's face instantly paled—he had borrowed heavily while operating in Jinzhou, but he had also done the Qingtian Corporation many favors. Why had Chairman Qian suddenly turned on him? Was he aiming for mutual destruction?

Ye Fei unleashed Sword Dance, forming a parasol-shaped defensive shield, and stepped with Illusionary Steps, weaving back and forth through countless group attacks; if he couldn't dodge, he braced and absorbed the blows.

After all, she wasn't medical staff at any top-tier hospital anymore, where a single misstep could lead to complaints—minor consequences affecting future promotions and salary raises, major ones resulting in public reprimands or even job loss. What did she have to fear?

These words were entirely improvised by Zhou Aili on the spot. She feared these people would learn the item was requested by Feng Hua, making Feng Hua too embarrassed to accept payment. This item wasn't cheap—how could she just take it for free?

"No wonder you got lost—this is the Wang Fu garden, with winding paths and hidden corners; only those belonging to Wang Fu can find the exit."

His face looked pale, his body weak—clearly, Qin Zhong's seemingly casual palm strike had inflicted serious injury.

"No need," Feng Hua said. "Give them the livestock, don't charge them, but require them to hand over one animal to the brigade each year—whatever they receive this year, they must return next year or the year after; only then may they sell any additional animals themselves." That way, she wouldn't lose a thing.

Upon learning that the Levitating Shuttle was in my cousin's hands, the Xu family also joined the pursuit of Uncle Twelve and my cousin, but the Xu family lost two elders during that pursuit.

The men stirred by Ling Xiao's words dared not speak, nodding repeatedly; those who had planned to go out and relax now stayed indoors, quietly preparing for bed.

"Enter," came a voice from behind the curtain. Gan Tang heard neither Wang Chun nor Gao Feng's familiar tones—this voice carried calm steadiness; it must be the newly favored Song Dan's.