Chapter 221: Substituting a Corpse for the Sacrifice

"Is this person really alright?"

"He seems to have some kind of item on him that's blocking his 'human scent,' but I also didn't smell any 'ghost scent' on him, so there shouldn't be a problem for now."

"What if something goes wrong again? Who's going to wear that mask?"

"..."

Wu Wang took the lead at the front, guiding the way.

The people behind them discussed animatedly.

Their voices were not quiet at all; they basically didn't avoid Wu Wang, and instead let him

Only after they learned from the conversation that this restaurant was owned by Su Xingyue's family, and that Lin Qi had already deposited some money here, did the two old brothers secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

The Mo family steward's situation was not much better; he had only recently had his spiritual energy supply cut off. Although his cultivation hadn't yet reached Tribulation and Ascension, being one stage lower than the Great Ascension Stage, he could probably live another two hundred years or so.

Only then did the crowd discover that the sandstorm had actually been blocked at that stretch of dense forest in the Zhaozhou Delta.

BEAR, who was currently in a fallen state, shouted urgently, but it was already a little too late.

Ren Sinian didn't look back; she didn't know what kind of expression to use to face that child's pair of longing eyes.

She seemed to recall once more the bustling scene from the past glorious age of cultivation... when the various great sects gathered together to hold the Dao Discussion Assembly.

Looking at Negishi, who seemed to have flickered for an instant with a momentary double image, the receptionist subconsciously rubbed his eyes, and when he looked again, the phenomenon was already gone.

Fang Jie didn't sleep the entire night; in his mind he filtered through the things Luo Yao had told him again and again. Then he tried to find some loophole in it. After thinking the whole night, he only found a slight clue. Most of what Luo Yao said sounded very reasonable, and it was hard to find any flaw in it.

Holding the mentality of comparing three shops and losing out if he didn't finish looking, Captain Lin once again transmitted his thoughts to the system.

Tian Guangming obediently agreed, immediately wanting to leave. Li Xiandao's current state wasn't right, and he didn't know the specific situation; staying here would only bring bad luck.

And how could this scene escape Yun Shang, who had been observing the two all along? Yun Shang thought to herself, so the one Chu Mengxi loves in her heart is Brother Rong. I wonder what my Fifth Imperial Brother will think when he finds out one day?

In Mu Xiangxiang's wardrobe, Mu Shuangshuang found her a thick, sturdy dress, squatted down, and before changing Mu Xiangxiang's clothes, she still uneasily reached out and touched the tip of Mu Xiangxiang's nose.

Ning Xi rushed to the company, and upon meeting Ning Bei, the two saw that each other's complexion was very bad, and knew that this matter was definitely not as simple as they thought. How could these things be such a coincidence?

"This matter has already alarmed Ning Xi; you don't need to worry about it for now." Wu Mei stayed in the hospital room for a while longer, speaking very little.

"Hmph! It has nothing to do with you!" Lady Xin said angrily. She glanced at Xia Yunxuan, but unfortunately Lady Xin's status wasn't high, and she didn't often attend banquets. Moreover, Xia Yunxuan was constantly away, and Lady Xin searched her memory thoroughly but still didn't recognize who this person was at all.

"Qinghua, let me take your pulse." Xuan Qianji sat over, but his gaze fell on the silver fox, profound and deep.

The Miss's laughter was charming and lively; she hurried to a rosewood table and poured herself a cup of tea.

"I just want to hear it, no reason why. Are you going to tell me or not?" Mo Wusheng frowned, his tone clearly showing some impatience.

The ninth of April was precisely the birthday of Fang Yue Yuqing, the Sect Master of Heavenly Ghost Gate. Chen Baili Jueshi followed his father to attend the banquet together, and of course the most important thing was to take this opportunity to break off the engagement.

The shops, restaurants, and stores on both sides of the street, whether the bosses, clerks, or the diners and customers buying things, all had tense expressions.

In the past, White Fruit Orchard Village was lush with green trees, the grass glistened, the villagers lived in plenty, a scene of Peach Blossom Spring. Who could have imagined that it was actually a false happiness maintained by a cult, with ugliness and filth lurking in every corner of the village.