Chapter 447: Red Ming Second Transformation! Red Crow Patrols the Heavens!

Chu Wanguang’s figure darted swiftly across the battlefield; even as Shan He gathered sword qi, she still rode her sword unimpeded.

Swish swish swish…

The lower-tier sword attendants on the battlefield could barely track her movements.

Yet now, Luan Yu had split into countless shards and one half-blade, as if equipped with automatic tracking—impossible to shake off.

No matter how fast Chu Wanguang flew with her sword, the shards remained glued to her heels.

Zhu Anguo could not let Mo Xi return only to face such a predicament; he must find a solid solution.

Chu Yun puzzledly touched Mu Shuicun’s arm—it had warmth, he could feel the blood flowing, and the heartbeat was extraordinarily strong.

“What’s wrong?” Mo Xi stared at Xia Xin and Lan Jing, frozen before him. He heard them call his name, and it seemed they had known him before his amnesia. But Mo Xi, just now regaining his senses, could not think further—or his head would ache again.

Zhan Yiyang waited ten minutes without seeing Xu Rongrong emerge from the restroom. His mood soured. He called her first—calling out in the restaurant was inappropriate, and barging in would be worse.

“Yes, she’s a very good friend of mine. She’s cheerful, outgoing, and talks nonstop. I’m sure you two will have plenty to talk about. I’ll introduce you later—you’ll like her.” Gu Shang looked at him, but he had no desire to meet anyone.

She felt a sharp pain in her head—just recalling this memory caused her unbearable agony.

But Meng Gu, born with the Heavenly Eye, recognized the Three Roots of the human body. She tapped thrice beneath her husband’s armpit, making him promise to return after three imperial exams. Yet he never came back. Three years passed, his three souls and six spirits scattered. On the day of his grand marriage to a noblewoman, he became a wandering ghost, seized by the Ox Ghost into the Ghost Realm.

First, beware of animal traps on the island. Second, our communication devices may be monitored, so we must adopt a new combat protocol—our codewords must be incomprehensible to the enemy.

“Insolent! This is the Elder Council—how dare you, Chu Yun, act like this here!” Seeing Chu Yun about to strike Mu Jing, Murong the Weird rushed to block him.

Dai Funi recently couldn’t focus in class—especially when explaining her understanding of magic, her water ball spell kept morphing into bizarre shapes and movements.

“Generals Li Pu and Jiang Huan, return for now. I shall test General Qin’s martial arts myself.” I waved my hand, signaling the two generals to withdraw. Seeing this, Li Pu and Jiang Huan quickly stepped back.

But when she opened it now, after reading only three chapters, Nianhua couldn’t go on—she could predict every plot twist with her feet. The tropes had been worn thin for her over decades.

It dawned on Feng Jing that this entire family had become parasites. The thought flashed through her mind, and she stepped forward into the room, followed by her father and mother.

This was her first return since regaining her memories. Last time she came, her ancestral grandmother had been quite amusing. She wondered how the old lady was doing—she missed her dearly, after all, her own grandmother had long passed away.

The Princess of Yu had never seen such a strange object or such an odd examination method, but she assumed it was merely an innovation of this clinic, and gave it no further thought.

In the demon’s illustration, the Fa Gui’s head was covered in thick, tangled black hair, devoid of face or features, as it combed its own “mass of black hair” before a mirror, its hand movements deeply unnatural. Born of envy, it posed a threat to humans.