Chapter 148: Being Carried Along? You Can Deliver the Final Blow!

"Elder?"

Lin Mo asked.

"It's me."

"Elder, where are you? Near me?"

"Heh, you can understand it that way."

Lin Mo was utterly confused—what did "you can understand it that way" mean?

"Do you know what soul departure is?"

The voice seemed to sound right beside his ear.

Lin Mo's expression startled—heavy soul departure?

The soul, also known as the eighth consciousness of a cultivator.

Ye Lingche had been detained by Mo Yichen for court discussions; Ye Qingcheng left the palace alone. But as soon as she stepped into her carriage, someone followed behind—it was Jun Feiyu.

Anyone could see Yuan Shuo cherished Wan Qi to an extreme—how could he agree to something even Hang Hongxiu opposed? Besides, this method required him to bleed.

Lin Lan, carrying money, hurried to the hospital in her family's car; He Changhua, upon hearing of the incident, also rushed from his workplace toward the hospital.

At first, she truly couldn't lift the axe—no matter how Taohua taught her, she simply couldn't lift it, which infuriated Taohua so much she nearly wanted to bite her.

Xiao Mu's mother suffered from hypoglycemia; she assumed she had just had an episode and fainted in the bathroom, without suspecting anything else.

She found a chair in the corner and sat down; the assistant had vanished somewhere, and Qiao Chu didn't bother looking for him—she just sat there, staring blankly, lost in thought.

Precisely at this critical moment, Quan Shaoqing unexpectedly saw his past with Lan Xi in a dream.

Meng Jin panicked, sweat drenching his forehead—he never expected Peng Hong would expose him. Why? He had always treated Peng Hong well; why would she betray him like this?

Thinking of how Mr. Mo had given her such a tremendous surprise, Qiao Zhi xuan trembled all over with excitement.

Ling Luoxia had already suffered severe internal injuries before, and the corpse poison had further drained her essence, qi, and spirit—she had held on, barely conscious, solely to witness the battle between Lin Tianya and the Hundred-Legged Centipede.

"I am everywhere." The devil bowed slightly again, yet seemed to be looking down upon everyone.

Watching Xin Ran adjust my collar, I realized she was quite adorable—up close, I could even smell the fragrance of her body, the scent of jasmine.

After finishing all this, Liu Ruyan turned her head again; her eyes emitted a bloodthirsty red glow as she stepped slowly toward Wang Xiaoyao's position.

I snapped back to reality, gazing up silently at the Italian-style villa, sighing inwardly—it was indeed a luxurious cage; even if I flew far away, I'd still have to return obediently.

With a crisp snap of breaking bone, the masked man's head slowly drooped.

I was too lazy to flatter that bastard again; I pulled out my phone and called a familiar taxi driver to come pick me up.

"I won't verify the phone call with Quan Shaochen—having a doctor is good, but you should still go back to see him when you have time; your son will be delighted to see his mother." Knowing Yangyang had a family doctor, Madame Quan still instructed Su Yiqing.

A lazy voice drifted down from upstairs; everyone looked up to see several tall, handsome men standing on the upper corridor. Even those accustomed to the beauty of Mu Qian and Mu Yufan couldn't help but be struck by awe at the sight of the lead man.

Su Zhou didn't know what was wrong with him; he could only attribute this abnormal depression, this feeling of sinking into the deep sea, to weakness caused by fever.

The fleeing disciples of Xuanji Temple, aside from the strongest, Qi Tian Gang, who had reached the peak of Qi Refining, all remained unable to break through the Divine Gate and enter the Primordial Realm—facing such a situation, they were virtually certain to die.

Helpless, Li Wei focused intently on Li Qing's movements, doing his best to observe clearly and memorize each step of Li Qing's actions.