Chapter 197: Target: Luoyangcheng

In the palace of Luoyangcheng, all was gloom.

After being assassinated, the young emperor Yuan Xu could not survive; after nearly a month of torment, he passed away.

Hu Hou emerged from the hall, her face drawn and weary.

Her sister Hu Xuanhui stood beside her; they had originally planned to leave Luoyangcheng and seek Li Shen after Hu Hou relinquished power and faded from public view.

Yet now, everyone in Luoyangcheng

Zhejiang archaeologists successively discovered the Fan Shan burial site for nobles, the Yao Shan and Hui Guan Shan altars and burial grounds, the massive foundation at Mo Jiao Shan, the Tang Shan “earth rampart,” and other large-scale ruins, along with numerous Liangzhu-period village and burial sites.

Asaiyo noticed the notebook he and Kadoe Mimi had previously mocked together, and softly asked her about it.

Mu Shi understood at once—her husband was referring to her. She flung herself into his arms, tears of joy streaming down her face.

The estate’s wall was built of brick and stone, covered in ivy, standing nearly three meters high—taller than ordinary walls, making it impractical to climb over.

Inside the room, three or five restorers, dressed in protective suits and masks, crouched beside several blue boxes, each one meter long, half a meter deep, and half a meter wide.

After a loud crash came a shrill screech; this time, the Redfire Vulture’s cry carried unmistakable fury.

At that moment, Zhu Di pointed to the cannon his son Zhu Gaoxi was building and asked Jiang Gui as if chatting with an old friend: “My son’s cannon”—a hint of pride, yet oddly endearing.

After their son left, Bai Qingqu and his wife Xu Chen sold all their possessions, yet they could never bring themselves to discard the old wooden puppets their child had played with as a boy.

Xiaomu Zhishu swallowed hard; he wanted to exert himself, but every time he did, his senior would involuntarily let out a soft moan—who could endure that?

Xiaomu Zhishu felt a pounding headache; Pianpian these two proud souls had to meet—had either one been replaced by his senior, he wouldn’t be suffering so much.

“It’s me, Qing Luan.” Hua Weiyang was also surprised to discover that even when the original owner’s spirit was damaged, she could still make others hear her voice.

Zheng Qing suddenly heard the string of “five points,” and his face broke into an expression both expected and relieved.

He utterly rejected Tong Guan’s entire plan and arrangement, showing him not the slightest mercy, precisely to make all the generals gathered there clearly understand who the true commander of this northern campaign was.

The man led us through two rooms and the living room; I noticed nothing amiss—I didn’t know how to look anyway—the house was empty, and clearly unoccupied now.

To be honest, Uzumi Raisu was afraid; he wondered, what if Shinna Ten truly fell? Would he be betrayed in his final moments?

Zheng Yu’s “Yangguan San Die” ranked fifth—a decent placement—but his sense of crisis grew ever more intense.

However, Lady Li had arranged for a household servant to attend to Lin Sese’s meals during her hospital stay.

Ye Cang finally fixed a cold stare on the Third Hokage; the boiling fury in her eyes gradually subsided, transforming into something more complex.

She unleashed the blood oath without restraint, even summoning the bloodline power usable only between direct kin.

I listened intently; so the Five Ghosts Moving Wealth itself is bad, and the version Lei Zi’s mother used—according to Grandma, not the orthodox form—is even worse?

Soon after, the other children saw a large mass of green aquatic weeds slowly drifting toward Er Mao’s direction in the Black River.

Before the words were out, an East Asian face appeared behind, smiling as it stepped before Timo.