Chapter 146: The Ghost-Eater

In the brightly lit room, giant floor-to-ceiling mirrors lined all four walls.

At the center, sat a massive, naked man.

His frame towered like a iron pagoda, his face thick with bristling whiskers, his expression fierce; every exposed patch of skin was covered in tattoos.

Around his lower abdomen, beasts were tattooed; his belly bore birds; on his chest were five hollow circles of varying sizes, each ringed inside and out with tiny Manchu script, resembling five strange suns.

And as he

Amid the anxious wait of several fathers, the doctor finally emerged from the guest room. Zeng Qirong and Lan Gang followed, their expressions grim but not overly agitated, easing everyone's tension.

The Minister of Police scanned the surroundings warily, realizing no one had noticed his conversation with Duke Desa, then released his dual-horned hat from the man's nose and mouth, offering an apology.

"To war—to crush the rebels in Catalonia!" a general revealed.

"Master, you needn't worry so much; the Yunnan-Burma Railway being slow isn't such a big deal," Jiang Zhiquing whispered in consolation.

Here, Chen Zaixing broke into sobs; upon returning, he learned of his wife's sudden death, yet forced himself to suppress his grief, arranging all matters before finally unleashing his sorrow in the manor, his cries mingling with the crackling of burning firewood, echoing hollowly through the night.

Eighth: If you damaged something worth ten yuan and no one noticed, how would you handle it?

The group then moved into the street; he also called Fang Dongjian along. Soon they reached a teahouse. Without a word, the owner cleared the place out—it was merely a small shopfront.

Feng Yifeng regarded Nannan as an inseparable part of himself, and saw Nannan's love for him as a divine blessing. Yet he never considered that love isn't granted—it must be accumulated and refined through a long process to bind two lovers tightly together.

Moreover, rigid adherence to doctrine won't do; the specifics depend entirely on local conditions, so information gathered from villagers is crucial.

Ding… a sound of shattering glass rang out; the bound space on the ground instantly shattered, and all within it vanished along with the broken space, leaving not a trace of energy.

No matter how humble Master Shuijing appeared, the one who ultimately seized the initiative was this outwardly detached, inwardly shrewd fellow.

In today's information-saturated society, a single mouse click can alter someone's life trajectory—especially in cases like this.

"Damn bastard…" Matias sensed it—he caught the flicker of disdain in Li Junyi's eyes.

Wu Kai followed Xu Juan to the door of her bedroom. When he saw the scattered fragments of clothing across the floor, he felt profound guilt for his revenge having caused her such harm; from the torn fabric, Wu Kai could imagine how Xu Juan had endured last night.

Both sides suddenly froze; the economy remained above 6000, and Yang Lige's three-piece set was now at its peak strength.

Facing Zhang Wei's thundering punch, Wei Feng made no move to dodge or counter. He drew a deep breath, swung his right arm horizontally, unleashing his sixth-tier enhanced defense; the bony armor across his skin made his arm appear covered in vast patches of white spots.

For the current World-Ending Flame, even ordinary believers—and the nobles who underwent baptism immediately after Duke Nidi—received only a single white holy emblem.

His Viktor only needs to survive into the late game, then unleash explosive damage to outperform the Crab—after all, the Crab hero once enjoyed popularity in the ADC role.