Chapter 95: Tian Gang Talisman: Actually, I

After seeing off Wang Runheng, the group did not leave immediately.

Yun Yang looked at Gu Zhao. “You’ve encountered evil qi many times? Were they all cultivators of dark arts?”

Gu Zhao countered, “What about the one you encountered?”

“It was a construction site. They accidentally dug up a mass grave. The feng shui there was terrible—the death qi never dissipated. It had been buried underground, but once exposed, the yin energy spread, infecting the workers, who all fell ill and suffered nightmares.”

Yun Yang sighed.

He recognized the girl’s face—it was the same woman who had been the editor’s avatar on his chat app.

The room was large, its interior layout similar to a workshop; the lighting was dim, mostly illuminated by the dim red glow from the furnace fires.

Yun You moved her face away from Qu Wu Yue’s chest, sat up, and looked at the person beside her—who refused to dress properly and dared to use her body to tempt him into sin.

Extreme emotional fluctuations can easily cause miscarriage and harm the child. Ye Ker’s health was already poor, so she must be especially careful.

That pure and beautiful thing was gone, and He Shumo felt that if one could no longer even find their own worth, such a thing should never appear near her again. Forget this love—even if she couldn’t forget it, it should not dominate her thoughts. It wasn’t worth it.

Young Master Qian’s tone was as if carved from the same mold as his father’s—fierce, yet also radiating decisive authority.

“Yes, of course it is,” Ye’s wife laughed. Usually, when she tried to speak of such things, they never saw eye to eye. Today, he seemed to have awakened—clearly, he had everything figured out.

Fortunately, Manager Xia had even thought of her bathing needs, preparing plenty of basins and water for her.

Chen Fan studied the metal barrier before him, peering further inward—he could still see three more such devices ahead from his current position.

She had become An Xin merely to protect the An family in An Xin’s place. At least, these three generations she knew should not die unjustly or meet miserable ends because of her.

“I didn’t come for any reason! Beijing’s summer is scorching hot—I just came out to escape the heat!” Xiang Yu said.

An ordinary man bears no guilt, yet possessing a treasure invites doom. Before one has sufficient strength to protect oneself, treasures are like hot potatoes.

“Master, could I stay here for a while? My friend is currently missing—alive or dead, I need to investigate his whereabouts before heading to the Dream Empire.” Xiao Yan asked the Dream Person.

“If young master Tang speaks thus, does that mean we must bring up the Yellow Emperor and Yan Emperor?” Fu Bo ventured.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the Cool Gang burst into laughter—Mei Ying had once said the same thing to Guo Lin.

The tavern erupted into chaos. In this Rose Wine Tavern, Dong Jie was a prince among men; now that he was being bullied, the tavern’s enforcers surged out like a tide, wielding knives, spears, swords, and axes, swinging them straight at the black-robed man’s forehead.

An old green-painted train slowly rolled into the station, its paint chipped and peeling, yet it still pressed against the platform with its rumbling roar and the wind generated by its inertia, as if flaunting its corpse that refused to die.

A jet of blood sprayed out, splattering onto Zhao Gan’s nose. Sniffing the thick stench of blood, Zhao Gan retracted his left hand and slowly brushed his right hand over the black-faced man’s eyes.

He glanced at her once, then immediately called over a guard to take the items from her hands. As he left, he casually glanced at Ye Yuzhen.

People are better off with some limits; as for which of the words—benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, faithfulness, warmth, goodness, humility, frugality, modesty, loyalty, filial piety, integrity, shame, courage—constitutes that limit, everyone will have their own view.