Chapter 191: The Fortune-Teller and the New Dungeon Notification

Originally, in the "Wasteland Village Chronicles" dungeon.

Five years ago, my second sister told me—

She had met an old fortune-teller, learned from him that ghosts and spirits were not false, and only after discovering the existence of Yin Yuan Village did she decide to go there.

The events that followed need not be elaborated.

After her memories were altered by the Blackheart Penguin in Yin Yuan Village, she had always believed she had never truly entered the mountains.

She vaguely remembered that her second sister, after returning from that quest to uncover her origins, had

When she first heard this name, Su Jie found it vaguely familiar; after muttering it twice, she seemed to recall something, and her willow-leaf eyebrows lifted slightly without intent.

"It's nothing—these fleeting fame and empty gains mean nothing to me." Though it was indeed a great reputation, if this were reported, Xu Anmo would never enjoy such peace as he does now.

However, Lin Zhao-di's words did not frighten the Lin family men across from her, but instead made Zhang Zhiguo, who had always lost to her, flinch in fear, causing everyone who noticed to burst into laughter.

I stared numbly at the ashes before me—Lin Mo, his clothing, now unsupported by his body, lay scattered on the ground.

He was an expert on watches; the watch on Xu Anmo's arm looked old enough to be intimidating, but everything else about it felt like junk.

Zhang Qiubai emerged from the trench, waved his hand to his men, and instantly, the uneven logs rolled down the slope with a thunderous rumble.

"Why are you here today? Aren't you supposed to be preparing for the school's Spring Festival gala performance?" Lin Baiyu asked, elegantly scooping up custard with a spoon.

"Bad—just as Gu Hai said, those people came to investigate!" Thinking this, I quickly started the car and floored the accelerator.

Lan's voice always had a calming effect; Ye An'an nodded and replied, dared not disturb his work, chatted with him briefly, then hung up the call.

Mi'er's face was swollen high, her lips split, her teeth had bitten into the soft tissue inside her mouth, and blood frothed all around her lips.

If it's not a reward clearly meant for this palace, I won't attend—our imperial family has pride, you know.

Anyone could see the distance in Gu Yejin's eyes toward his phone just now—he was lying outright.

Before she could speak, the man across the distance had already run to her, seized her without warning, pulled her tightly into his arms, holding her with unusual force, as if he meant to fuse himself to her.

Thinking of this, Fan Si dared not delay; he rushed back to the mansion at once, sent word to Fan Tian Tong, then led the mansion's guards out to search for Fan Tongxin's whereabouts.

"She went to the Underworld." Ji's expression was calm, his gaze flickering with anticipation, as if awaiting a reward.

Instantly, disciples forgot their queue and rushed forward, pulling out their identity tokens and shouting urgently.

Walking under the tree, Qi Zhen turned her head, glanced twice, spotted a thin bamboo pole, tapped it lightly, and caused many petals to fall; she squatted on the ground to pick them up.

Two weeks later, Xi Lie could no longer bear it and went to find Song Qingyue, only to discover Song Qingyue was busy preparing for a singing competition and had completely forgotten him; when he saw Xi Lie's face, Song Qingyue froze, as if trying to recall who he was.

There are many participants in this competition; the training times for each team must indeed be staggered.

And this sensation would be terrifying, as if the person before you carried the voice of divine thunder, the roar echoing endlessly in your ears.

Ding Li knew Han Heng was a renowned scholar; according to history, in another year, his elder brother would die, followed by his eldest sister's death from illness, and only then would Han Heng emerge from seclusion, travel to Hebei to join Yuan Shao, and after Yuan Shao's defeat, refuse to surrender to Cao, choosing instead to live in retirement until death.