Chapter 810: Out of Nowhere, His Fortune Exhausted, Leading Him to a Dead End

Time returned to this very moment, beneath the corridor outside the Zhao family’s second gate.

Zhao Yan grabbed Gong Si and asked in a low voice, “What were you shouting about just now? What happened between the government office and the county magistrate? What does it have to do with Radish Daoist and Master Gou?”

Gong Si cried out in panic, “Big brother, Radish Daoist is a demonic cultivator, and Gou Sheng is also sinister. Have they been drinking at your house all along?”

You’ve almost certainly been tricked by them.

Tonight, Gou Sheng transformed into a fearsome ghost, accompanied by another ghost.

Ha Kang was one of the youths, already over thirteen, yet he still had not received the adult armband—not because of any fault of his own.

As for his adoptive father Olaf, under his strong insistence, the “Blizzard” unit now falls under his command, while the “Storm” unit is temporarily led by the guard captain Sanchez.

As the black tide drew near, the two leaders and their men were seized by terror, their bodies involuntarily retreating step by step. At that moment, someone shouted out—no one knew who—and everyone’s gaze turned instinctively northward, following the direction of that person’s pointing finger.

Speaking, Ah Hu twisted his claws, unleashing ten black storm winds in an instant—crisscrossing, as if slicing the space before him into fragments.

Long Ya grimaced, took the script, and went to find someone to rewrite it; T-ara followed Tang Jinyan back to the company, hearts uneasy—this male-themed script had been feminized, a concept they’d never even dreamed of—would anyone actually watch this kind of thing?

Seeing the shocked expressions of the others, clearly something had gone wrong, Na La stood before Vieira with a frosty face, whispering words that carried a chilling chill in her tone.

Just as the two began quarreling, Oler and the others standing nearby halted their work one by one and turned to look this way.

“About a million taels of silver,” Zhou Li paused, then named a figure that startled Qin Feng.

“Alright. Some of the ancestral elders’ words were indeed inappropriate—no need to cling to them rigidly. If good conditions exist to achieve a worthy goal, why wait for them to rot? I’ll follow your advice.” A dark glint flashed in his eyes, as if he had made up his mind.

The staff officer, moved to sincere admiration by the two commanders’ conversation, saluted solemnly and replied loudly.

Chu Yangyang did not want to die—she had barely been reborn once, and without system restrictions; if she died again, she didn’t know whether she could be reborn yet again.

Even the emotionally detached Yu Ling knew this could not be said outright; moreover, she treated her affection toward her sisters and the matriarch equally—neither resisting nor accepting—this was her utmost concession.

Acute conditions requiring immediate surgery, such as “kidney stones” and “appendicitis,” lacked the conditions for treatment. At best, one could perform only a simple circumcision.

She first followed protocol to pay her respects at Empress Xiao’s quarters before coming here, where Zhong Yiyuan was teaching mathematics.

On the way, he encountered two patrols of night guards who questioned him; Shi Qian was far too clever—he answered each query flawlessly, slipping past without a single slip.

The celestial phenomena on both sides began encroaching upon each other’s domains; Li Ge wielded his thunder sword against the mist dragon in midair.

He dismissed his servants, locked the office door, then opened his account to check how much money he still had.

Second Aunt and Third Aunt were fine, but today, when First Aunt came to the shop, her face had already looked unpleasant.

“Yes,” Jing Rao nodded and replied, then casually lifted the curtain to repeat it to Pei Piao, and before he could react, lowered the curtain again.

Meng Yufan instructed A You to temporarily care for Qiqi here before taking Mi Mi outside the treehouse.

Brother Bulin, caught within the blade storm, was battered like a leaf in a gale—his spiked club shattered instantly, followed by the wet thud of blades piercing flesh. It was as if thrown into a meat grinder, blood spattering, the golden storm stained crimson.