[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-there-is-a-malevolent-spirit":3,"chapter-there-is-a-malevolent-spirit-there-is-a-malevolent-spirit-chapter-114":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","There Is a Malevolent Spirit",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2263220,4416,"Chapter 114: 112、Hellfire Consumes the Body","there-is-a-malevolent-spirit-chapter-114",114,"\u003Cp>112、Hellfire Consumes the Body\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other three had no great hope in Lin Hao—not out of disdain, but because a Dragon Blade mech gains no advantage in a tropical rainforest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although he’d been dating Ellie for three years, they’d only ever held hands—there had never been any intimate contact, not even close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yuan did not continue advancing as planned, for he sensed something amiss in what lay before him, and more importantly, his heart pounded wildly, issuing a warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s this?” Qiao Mu frowned, eyeing the glowing device in Qiao Xi’s hand, resembling a remote control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm,” Yue Xi tiptoed and kissed him, then left, leaving Yun Zichen standing there with a dumb smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Shanshan knew she could not return to school, could not go back to the orphanage, and could no longer have any connection with her father, Chen Zhongyi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After knowing Ouyang Lai for so long and seeing many of her fake smiles, this particular smile was rare indeed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Our relationship is one thing; the car payment is another.” Fang Yuan was stressing the separation of personal and business matters—payment for the car was mandatory—when a quarrel erupted from a nearby shop, drawing his and Alicia’s attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just now, Fang Chu had run out of money and asked his brother to carry him away; Qin Xue found it boring and was preparing to leave too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charles and the other two turned to Fang Yuan; they understood his concerns all too well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liang Tiantian quietly pulled Han Enju aside and asked a few questions about Jin Bao; once she learned his injuries were slowly healing, she felt reassured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Yinshuai snapped back to his senses and immediately ordered everyone to flee—Sea King had been taken down in one blow; didn’t they realize how far they were below Zhang Huen?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having lain motionless for a full day and two nights, Su Lian was ravenous and ate heartily, finishing nearly half the meat dishes, especially the exquisite Dragon-and-Phoenix Three Delicacies Balls, which she devoured almost entirely. Si Xi silently noted the dish and would later quietly instruct the Imperial Kitchen to prepare it again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s the old man talking about? Tian Tian just brought us a basket of vegetables yesterday. How could there be nothing to eat?” Han Enju arrived with his medicine chest, defending the Tian siblings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His real intention was to paint himself as destitute and pitiful, hoping to win Lin Xueyi’s sympathy and sneak a corner of her bed for the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Previously, each snow pit had buried them only up to the neck; then the snowy plain fell silent, the distant snow-capped mountains standing like ancient deities, coldly gazing down at the insignificant lives beneath their feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This caused Fan Lao, Fan Tao, Dongfang Wují, Dongfang Ba, and others to turn pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as in another timeline, to stabilize the domestic market, the New Ming regime launched a crackdown on speculation in the final month of 1946.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, she thought of this excuse on the spot. Still, selling these noodles was indeed reliable—perhaps their family could gain a new means of livelihood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Lin Youde recounted the story he’d just remembered as fully as he could, and the effect seemed good—perhaps his artistic buff had a bonus in this area: storytelling was an art, after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Due to strict family discipline, Liu Die clearly couldn’t stay out all night like her classmates, so she asked Liu Ling if they could take a walk together outside, hoping to deepen their bond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t get too hopeful,” Grandpa Xie warned. “I advise you not to expect too much. Compared to the big conglomerates outside, our old-family foundations are too thin—we can’t compete. So prepare yourselves mentally; the higher your hopes, the greater your disappointment will be.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph! Hmph! Hmph!” Huang Zhongde sneered at Wan Fulai. Then he glanced at the five warriors and signaled to prepare for action. Better to fight to the death than wait passively—perhaps they could carve out a bloody path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he wished, he could effortlessly defeat them all—his power was immense, incomparable to that of ordinary people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some villagers from Shengcang Village emerged from their underground tunnels; some helped rescue the wounded, others repaired houses, still others boiled water and cooked meals for the Eighth Route Army.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All morning, even during meals and cultivation, Ye Qing’s mind was filled with thoughts of Liu Ling—he couldn’t forget her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some guests couldn’t even afford their appearance fees; only Yun Ling didn’t need to prepare for these “improvised” questions—she answered however she pleased, always surprising, never predictable, keeping viewers curious and boosting ratings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chinese people think eating at Japanese restaurants is unlucky and depressing, so no Chinese go—not rich, not poor,” Zhu Shiyao explained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That day, Xun Xi and Yuan Qingqing finished clearing the Ten Thousand Demons Tower and sat together atop its peak, gazing into the distance where sky met water, the red sun half-hidden, the surface reflecting ten thousand rays of crimson light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Ming relied on his mysterious Dao art, the Purple Micro Star Chart, to weave intricate illusions and deceptive barriers, concealing his presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But these technologies were superfluous for the Soviet big brother; for our newly founded China, however, they were genuine treasures—even WWII-era tech was far better than our current state of utter poverty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the battlefield space, the thirty disciples constantly shifted as explosions raged nonstop. This was a sealed barrier, where the very void had been shattered by bombardment—yet above it, remnants of immortal artifacts still suppressed and sealed the void, forbidding all destruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Precisely because of this, Bai Yi dismissed all conventional notions of the new recoilless rifle’s performance—forget the mature German “Panzerfaust” anti-tank rocket launcher, forget the American M18 57mm recoilless rifle copy—he scrapped them all and launched an entirely new product from scratch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, Zhu Miao was utterly stunned—he simply could not believe that Jiang Han could still speak so boldly under these circumstances; it was far too arrogant.\u003C\u002Fp>",995,"2026-06-19T18:47:42.084Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","c65314b38399bb49d31713c09f4cb8c4e66f2f0774b549089efcbfca497a2dfd","there-is-a-malevolent-spirit-chapter-115","there-is-a-malevolent-spirit-chapter-113",209,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthere-is-a-malevolent-spirit-cover.jpg"]