Chapter 108: 107. The Great Art of Uninterrupted Slander! (2/2)

107. The Great Art of Uninterrupted Slander! (2/2)

Outside the window hole, mournful winds howled; the sky glowed dim blue.

Inside the window hole, darkness reigned—no sight of one’s hand before one’s face.

Zhou Chang sat cross-legged on a large bed piled high with clothing and bedding; on the ground before the bed, scattered limbs and severed torsos lay everywhere.

The human flesh and bone fragments bore deep bite marks from sharp teeth, yet all their skin had been stripped away.

Around the remains, blood had dried into blackened crusts.

The air still carried a thick stench of blood, among which

After everyone fell silent for several minutes, Yin Yu gave me a slight nod, signaling she had something to say to me.

Just as the muscular man caught up to Zhao Xing, Liu Erzhu leapt down from the excavator and kicked him flying with one foot.

After Nian Suisui finished her speech, Chen Xi stepped to the stage’s edge and spoke parting words to the students below.

He and Huang Yan had always been close—they were similar in age, neighbors, both unfortunate souls—and their closeness inevitably drew gossip.

Once the results came out, if they were unsuitable, she wouldn’t interfere no matter where Qin Miaoyu wished to go; but now was a critical moment, and she must not let Qin Miaoyu wander far.

The Xu family was Heyang City’s largest salt merchant, sending vast sums of money to the prefect every year.

Amid the torment of over a dozen Golden Body experts, they gradually came to understand the value of comrades, learning to coordinate and aid one another.

Letting him stumble today, making him realize there are higher mountains and greater people beyond—might not be a bad thing.

Dressed under the service of Shangguan Huan’er, Qin Xu stepped out of Shuixian Palace, refreshed and invigorated.

Plump and soft, Nian Suisui adjusted into a comfortable posture and fell asleep right there.

Since hosting so many Martial Arts Conventions, they’ve won the championship fewer times than fingers on one hand; at least sixty percent have gone to Tianling Sect.

Yun Wu, having received guidance from Xiao Ran the previous night, trained nonstop through the entire night and still remained in his room, determined to elevate his cultivation to the Ming Wu rank in these days.

The day after the banquet, the Eastern Roman Emperor hosted Dun Xiaoke again; this time, no one else was present—only the Eastern Roman Emperor and Dun Xiaoke.

In City S of China, Ye Xiaomei finished her workday, dragging her exhausted body to her newly rented apartment.

At this point, they understood why Liu Mu had sent the tenant farmers of every powerful clan to Wa Island as commoners: without enough of their own people controlling the periphery, these foreign barbarians could never be made obedient—it required a long process to civilize the barbarians into Tang people.

“What? Ninety-five percent is tax?” Li Yuan had once been emperor, yet even he was startled by Liu Mu’s theory.

Yan Shao screamed, spewing a mouthful of blood onto the ground; Chen Haoran leapt into the air, severed both his feet, and crushed his kneecaps.

He remained silent, face taut; his tightly pressed lips bore deep lines of anger, and Qianqian’s defiant gaze finally pushed him past his limit.

His anesthetic was beyond the capability of these natives to produce, which was why he had remained so calm earlier, utterly without fear—now her hope of finding Yan Zhengxi grew slightly stronger.

To be honest, seeing his father so vacant and dazed, his emotions were complex—anger, resentment, frustration, yet also a faint pang of pity.

“Go back and stay inside,” Luo Xingyi shoved Li Jialing back into the room as she prepared to rush out.

Wu Shenghe fell silent for a long while, then silently took off his suit and draped it over me. “You looked beautiful today. Very much.” His eyes locked onto mine, filled with guilt.

A Lu Ba, under someone else’s eaves, had no choice but to bow his head. Though this was a private meeting with no guards around, A Lu Ba knew this entire area lay under the dominion of this powerful figure—if the slightest hint of resistance reached him, A Lu Ba would die, and he might even drag Kang Mangang and the others down with him.