Chapter 313: Three Springs, the Old Corpse

After the siblings landed from the plane.

They hastily used their phones to book a hotel with decent online reviews.

On the way to the hotel in a taxi, Wu Xiaoyou gazed at the bustling streets of the unfamiliar city.

Wu Xiaoyou’s emotions had steadied considerably compared to earlier on the plane; the visible, impatient excitement was gone.

She yawned, a flicker of hesitation in her eyes, as she looked at Wu Wang’s refined face.

She spoke softly:

“Younger brother,”

Here, Hua Jianshan seemed to have hit a joyful note and involuntarily spat out a curse.

The spot where the water currents met might be their chance at survival—or another crisis; if there were high-level demonic beasts in the water, it would be their most lethal danger.

“I—I was just testing you…” Mu Ran felt her heart race under his gaze, instinctively stepping back in guilt, only to trip over the hem of her clothes and nearly fall.

When Yu the Shopkeeper heard the news from the pharmacy, he immediately sent someone to sneak the medicine to him for inspection, even Kuo Lao couldn’t help taking a look.

Love admits no grain of sand. Cheng Xian and Yi Man appeared to be riddled with conflict, but between them there was no misunderstanding—only insufficient love. If Qingyang’s death were explained by love, Yi Man would never have left, and Cheng Xian would never have lost the one he loved.

After all, being robbed on one’s birthday and witnessing a dazzling brawl is not something an ordinary person experiences.

Jia Nan, who had just been scolded, was now stuffing his mouth full, completely unaware of what Han Ying was saying. Han Ying, constantly facing this useless fellow, was thoroughly exasperated. She slammed down her chopsticks, shot Jia Nan a glare, then limped away.

Wu Ting’s arm twisted grotesquely; several deep wounds gaped across his chest, blood continuously dripping onto the ground, flowing in steady streams.

Hearing her words and seeing her genuinely pondering, everyone present—except Long Yin—unconsciously held their breath, not daring to exhale.

Her eyelashes lowered as she suddenly recalled Zi Zhao’s countless self-sacrificing rescues. Indeed, his current state—unconscious and fate unknown—was largely her own doing. The gossip among Yin’s people, aside from the salacious parts, was not baseless.

A simple sentence left the Water Moon Spirit Bird speechless; it was merely a spirit-infused bird, not a human. It could commune with spirits, but human emotions were still beyond its grasp.

He had expressed his intent to violate her more than once—and even acted on it—yet she always dodged him with swift, sharp reflexes.

The matter was now settled; Zhao Yun could not change it. Zhao Yi held a higher official rank than he did; by convention, a father should feel pride when his son surpasses him, yet Zhao Yun felt no joy—only quiet dread.

At this stage, the infant had not yet fully formed; once removed, it would become a vengeful spirit, its form shifting between illusion and reality. With overwhelming resentment, it would transform into a monster driven solely by slaughter.

He had passed the age of Ren Yixuan; in everything he did, reason now outweighed emotion.

Yin Shixiu secretly smiled, choosing not to provoke her further—he knew full well he’d suffer if he pushed her too far.

Song Bainian’s household originally had a nanny who handled his meals, daily care, and the entire house; Song Yazhu and Zhang Jiazhe brought along another nanny to care for Zhang Ernuo; Zhang Yino didn’t need a nanny—she went to and from school daily, requiring only Zhang Jiazhe to pick her up and drop her off.

Mudan Kindergarten, as the sun set, the children were being picked up one after another.

Sometimes, certain things, having reached this point, were not only left unspoken by herself—even Feng Xinci no longer wished to break the silence. In other words, perhaps Feng Xinci herself wasn’t entirely certain.