Chapter 646: Human Hearts: Deceptive and Fierce as Ghosts

Chang'an, Xiuwen Workshop.

The heavy snow hasn't stopped; in the pitch‑black night, without starlight or moonlight, the howling cold wind rattles the roadside branches, a rustling sound like wandering specters.

More than ten burly men wearing leather jackets, donning bamboo hats, with horizontal swords slung at their waists, arrived at an inconspicuous dwelling inside the workshop.

"Is this the place?"

The leading man asked; he was Wei Lan, Wei Jian's younger brother.

"It's here."

The lecherous man leading them grew increasingly absurd, his words full of flippancy, showing no hint of respect toward the other.

Jian Hongyu was startled; before Yi Di could react further, he struck instantly. Yi Di instinctively flashed to the side, reaching to draw the sword at his waist, but an ice shard wrapped in a strip of white cloth had already pierced his throat.

After a few minutes had passed since Qin Feng's needle maneuver, the patient showed no sign of regaining consciousness.

When that sentence was spoken, even though Zhu Tingjun and Pang Shigu originally didn't want to keep onlookers, they now felt embarrassed to drive them away.

Some decided to have a hearty meal before death, pulling out a treasured spirit pill and stuffing it into their mouths in one gulp; others clutched their clan's demonic beasts, wailing loudly.

"Xue Li..." My voice was hoarse, yet I kept murmuring his name, stumbling along the direction where the snow rolled down.

Some were demonic beasts captured from the Hundred Beast Garden, kept in a beast‑taming enclosure, intended to be slaughtered for fresh meat later.

However, He Rongzhang was also resolute; he did not concede or surrender, but instead sneered, closed his eyes, and prepared to use his mortal body to absorb the blow, defending his sect's reputation with his life.

"Ying Ning, you're here?" In the infirmary, Wei Yuxin was feeding Cao Junming, and after turning his head his face lit up with joy.

Sensing Qin Feng's unfriendly tone, he quickly flashed a radiant smile, feeling a bit awkward.

"The sky has collapsed, and there's still someone tall holding it up; I'll just go with the flow!" After thinking for a long time and finding no good solution, Lin Jianfeng could only settle for that.

Since birth he had never tasted any flavorful food; before each meal he must first drink medicine, and to him food is almost the same taste as medicine.

Therefore, this is why she is even more reluctant to publicly announce that Shen Muchen has become a vegetative patient.

Yao Jun couldn't help shaking his head; Wang Bo had shown such great kindness to these two guys, and these bastards not being grateful is one thing, but now they even think of harming and framing Wang Bo—how ruthless.

Xing Lang and the Ying sisters had only known each other for two days; Ying Le'er could barely be counted as his friend, while Ying Huanhuan, that girl, wasn't even a friend.

Just as Madam Zhao shouted angrily, the young man moved his hand, a flash of white light streaked, and Madam Zhao, clutching her neck, fell to the ground; blood slowly seeped from the gaps between her fingers, staining the wooden floor red.

Under his stare, Shen Qinghan's fair skin flushed a faint red at a visible speed.

Assistant Chen even sent people to monitor Madam Ji's contacts, surveilling Madam Ji's overt accounts, but found nothing.

However, Jiang Qiyun said nothing; a powerful aura swept through the living room and went straight out the door.

That sounds reasonable. Recon soldiers are responsible for scouting, investigating the situation ahead, and inevitably learn some battle deployments.

"Wen Chengyu, are you... confessing to me?" Having never eaten pork yet having seen pigs run, this man suddenly seemed possessed by a love saint, speaking in flowers and flower language—if not a confession, then what?

Zhang Qingshan heard this and closed his eyes, finally understanding the process and why Liu Bing had disobeyed orders.

In the thorn forests on both sides of the second defensive line, each concealed a company; nearer to the line on the left side, a machine‑gun squad was also entrenched.

Five more days passed, and Li Yuanqing felt the spiritual energy in his body had reached an uncontainable level, but what alarmed Li Yuanqing was that, unlike last time when an entrance appeared at a certain spot, his body now showed no such opening, preventing further ascension of his Dao cultivation.