Chapter 134: Even a Ghost Loves Shopping

The cloud-light did not appear; the courtyard, long neglected, was littered with dead leaves.

The autumn wind swept freely, scattering the fallen leaves across the yard with a soft rustling sound.

Zhuo Qingyan walked slowly along the stone path; a gentle breeze blew through, clearing all the leaves from the path. She pushed open the front hall’s door and saw her father’s portrait still hanging above the altar, dressed in a Confucian robe and square hat, holding a scroll with a gentle gaze.

Though dust lay scattered over the tables and chairs, nothing was broken; only the surrounding shelves and stands remained.

The ghostly movements, the beams of light from the plasma blades, shattered the Zaku pilots’ initial encirclement mentality with every swing. Someone broke first—surviving Zaku units turned and fled en masse before the white phantom’s flashing plasma blades.

Moreover, she was dressed warmly, with a scarf and woolen hat; few could spot her at a glance, whereas Chen Xiaoyin drew immediate attention the moment she appeared.

Seeing Ji Ran’s disheveled state, Ji Ran found it strange—even if she had stood him up yesterday, it shouldn’t have reduced him to this condition.

I will make him watch his family leave him one by one; I believe the agony of a knife slicing through his heart will pierce him to the core.

“He seems to have gone toward Yihui. I’m following now.” After spotting He Moming’s trail, Su Xiong wiped the sweat from his face in three quick swipes, resealed his helmet, held his breath, and chased after He Moming’s shadow.

Then, Ziyan handed her the scalpel; she slashed open her abdomen without hesitation.

Claire, whose face was lovely within the cage, wore an expression of furious rage—she had clearly never endured such humiliation.

“Chen Fei, do you find this sword satisfactory?” Xiong Lin took the Jixing Sword and handed it to Chen Fei with a smile.

Whether it was Yun Wuyan’s keen attention or her focus entirely on Chen Feng, she noticed his hesitation instantly—and immediately stopped her explanation.

Back home, Quan San had already gathered all the village defenders; except for He Erhu and He Sanhu, the others were eager and excited—first, because their leader had many rifles, so the work would be easy; second, because on official duties their leader would never shortchange them—surely he’d give them a few taels to perk them up.

The SH team’s youths looked grim, helplessly staring at the gray interface as their crystal was dismantled before their eyes.

Last night, when Xu Zhiheng escorted Milo upstairs, Milo’s father and mother were arguing over whether to bring the rolling pin along.

Wang Yizhen stared at Director Wang in near disbelief—he had replaced her for Su Chenxi. On the surface, he said she was resting; in truth, someone else was now playing her role.

Chu Yunxi woke in pain—she felt someone slicing her flesh with a knife, and finally screamed awake from the agony.

The school’s notice boards and bulletin panels carried continuous updates on the couple’s relationship. Han Yueqiao arriving daily in Li Zhongjie’s car was no longer news.

“Grandpa… Auntie… you don’t think I’m cunning, do you? After all, some schemes are directed at family.” Since speaking those words, Xiao Wan had been watching the expressions of Wei Shuguo and Lü Yan.

Across from her, Bai Piaopiao glared at them with resentment and envy, her fists clenching unconsciously.

“Then shouldn’t I feel guilty for eating so much at lunch?” Xiao Wan said this deliberately, aiming to cheer up Wei Shuguo.

Lu Jiu’s school friends—honestly, as her mother, she found them all unpleasant.

Compared to Su Chenxi’s excitement, Gu Jingshen was far calmer—almost incongruous with his age.

Though it was still too early to mention, Li Qingfeng had already begun planning how to train Li Qingzhu and the others. Staying at home to cultivate and spar was far from enough—he needed more than empty-ranked fools.