Chapter 110: [You Talk Real Tough]

Gu Qingyi sneered, looking at Chen Yan: “Didn’t you just say there were no spirits in your hometown?”

Chen Yan hesitated, glanced back at Lu Sisi in the car, then said: “I’ll go up the mountain to the temple tomorrow.”

Gu Qingyi nodded: “Fine, I’ll go with you. If there really is a spirit here, it’ll be perfect—helps me vent my killing intent.”

A frivolous voice suddenly rang out; Huang Yuan’s towering three-meter frame stood out sharply in this purely mundane world.

From the start, Xinyi’s marriage had drawn all eyes—some sympathetic, others eager for a spectacle.

Ancient people’s romantic sensibilities far surpassed those of modern folk; today’s people are enslaved by heavy studies or work and the pursuit of money—who has any energy left for romance? Just not running wild is already a win.

Old Master Wen was elderly and held little real power; true authority lay with the one up north. And Wenshiyu was his son… Their Luo family’s seemingly vast fortune meant nothing in the eyes of those people.

The brother and sister walked arm in arm into the hospital entrance, acting like devoted siblings.

“Half-City Demon! Put me down!” Chu Shengluo said coldly. She hated being controlled—it made her deeply uneasy.

Yuan Liang never got the chance to return to the dressing room, but she was certain those few large flowers wouldn’t be lost—no one else could wear them.

Shuixian was her new maid; the former Taoxian had been expelled from the household for handing a sachet to Gu Si, and now she was housed in the Ming family’s only remaining residence.

Ji Mushan herself was a Tian Shi with opened heavenly eyes, had long dealt with ghosts, and was long accustomed to moving through darkness.

Jiao Caifeng instinctively reached out her foot to chase after her son, but the next second, she froze in place.

“You said… Ci … Ci ” Before Chu Yun could finish, the communication cut off, leaving only static that made Austin even more irritable.

“You said that exact same thing in yesterday’s call. Get to the point—what happened to them? And how do you know?” Chu Yun asked, puzzled.

This was a very basic water-element magic, a versatile low-tier spell usable for attack, defense, and even healing support—and now Chu Yun used it to solve his thirst.

Mao Luo’s analysis of Glasgow Rangers in his livestream was nearly spot-on; McClish indeed planned to defend, for exactly the reasons Mao Luo had outlined—Glasgow Rangers had no need to trade blows with Trapani.

“My dear lady, stop nagging—I’m not just in pain from the wound, my head hurts too,” Linghu Cong sighed.

There could still be many more fish eggs—if we waste time destroying them, we’ll fall right into the giant fish spirit’s delaying tactic.

The pickup truck rolled onto an asphalt road; though snow lay on the ground, Lei Zhengyun had driven this route over twenty times—he knew it well. Not far ahead lay the fork where Zhang Zhao and the others had left Fish Mountain that morning, heading toward Shigang Town.

Li Cha drained the last drop of divine power from Odin’s body; to prevent another accident like Freya’s fall, he checked three times with Enzo’s Eye before finally relaxing. Now came the moment to savor the fruits of victory.

Zhang Zhao searched the top floor, hesitating whether to find something heavy and just crush Que Si to death, when Guo Rong suddenly waved urgently at him.

Based on Fish Mountain Base’s current strength, they weren’t afraid of them—but any conflict would bring losses. Zhang Zhao’s group couldn’t afford to waste time or men; any casualty might affect the entire operation.