Chapter 85: The Great Luo Palace

With Wang Yue’s help, their journey to Wuhe County went very smoothly.

A skin-stealing ghost, constantly moving through the county, had killed over a dozen newlyweds until Zhuo Qingyan peeled off its true skin.

A ghost-faced owl came to Wuhe County every two months to snatch and devour a boy, but just happened to encounter the crackdown; Daoist Yan Song sliced it in half with a single sword qi.

Two water monkeys, after bonding with humans, used human blood to cultivate, and were

Her hands emitted a faint temporal force; she thought if she could rewind time by a few seconds, she could save Chen Feng—but Lu Hun would never give her that chance.

In that environment, a brilliant sword cultivator, in a wild stroke of genius, synthesized the strengths of many schools and proposed the prototype of a Sword World theory, then spared no cost to put his theory into practice.

Luo Lie looked up, staring at the gun in Yan Tianxin’s hand—he never expected such an ancient weapon would still function.

Thus, the insectoid units charging forward seemed to walk straight into their deaths, rushing into this “meat grinder.”

“What do you want?” Su Jiner was cold; clearly, she didn’t think Wang Tianhua deserved to stand on equal footing with her.

Shen Ziyu’s mask couldn’t hide from the Divine Eye of the Celestial Sword; for this VIP client who had brought enormous revenue to Jiuminglu Company during the Qingyun Competition, Wang Jiu offered a courteous, warm smile.

“Forget about that for now—our main goal is to protect Xue Lingling,” the shut-in added after a pause.

Zhao Zhu’s fingertip pressing his third eye had given the tycoon a rare sense of ease over the past month; now he had full confidence Zhao Zhu could cure him.

The entire magic network resembled a sphere wrapped in a spiderweb; the earth vein energy had merged completely with the magic network, the wizard tower serving as its core, and invisible energy waves were spreading gradually, expanding to over ten thousand kilometers in mere moments.

“Hey, Jiang Han, what are you planning to do afterward? Dinner’s almost over, and it’s nearly time to elect the next family head,” Xia Yin couldn’t hold back and leaned close to Jiang Han’s ear to whisper.

If it were him, and someone had schemed deliberately to rip out his heart and take his life, he would never let it go.

The two never exchanged vows or consummated their marriage; on their wedding day, Wan Jinzhi wed a rooster, while Du Zhongheng left abroad to study in Japan. During his studies, Du Zhongheng met Su Hexiang, from another medical family.

This puzzled Mo Fu: given this man’s personality, why not simply enter with spiritual power? Why climb through the window?

“Yes, Grandpa,” Xu Ming’an once thought Grandpa Wang was kind, but now he realized: you can’t know a person’s heart just by their face.

So no one ever thought to invite a high monk to perform rites for the dead. Only the deceased’s parents and family burned some paper money at the death site during the first seven days, then wailed and returned home.

He hadn’t wanted to meddle in Xichu’s affairs in the first place—but who made Chu Xun so bored he insisted on uncovering the truth?

The restaurant’s front door was locked shut; only a few scattered households remained open.

“Father, I support you,” Ji Yunxi thought traveling would become a beautiful memory for them; many places still had clear mountains and clean waters, not fully overdeveloped—perfect destinations.

Likewise, when Xiyang soldiers saw their commander Chen Fei wounded and retreating, they lost all morale and fled like beaten dogs toward their own camp.

Qian Li, this actually works? Too bad no one to talk to—over there, the killing was chaotic. And then Hui Lan could just lie here and pick up the spoils.

Gan Chunlei felt a pang of disappointment; though he’d anticipated this outcome, hearing it firsthand still hurt.