Chapter 119

117、Scissors Seek the Malevolent Phase (2/2)

After giving Zhou Chang a set of instructions, Yang Rui’s expression grew bleak: “Forget it—circumstances overpower people.

How can anyone fully predict what will happen in the future?

Even if you memorize these warnings today, when danger arises later, you’ll still have to adapt—there’s no helping it.

Let’s not talk about this anymore.”

He fixed his gaze on Zhou Chang and added: “The Three Treasures of the Master are the iron seal, the master’s knife, and the nun mask.

The iron seal signifies that you hold authority over one

“The renovation’s nearly done—now we just wait for you, the big boss, to inspect it!” Liao Yuhang said.

“No!” As a red-eyed phantom was about to bite Pei Xue, Dongdeqiaka opened his mouth—but he couldn’t even summon a single phantom flash.

Liu Yang wasn’t a fool; he knew Huangfu Song was Liu Yan’s last hope. If she’d done this after the competition, he wouldn’t have minded—but doing it before meant she’d cut off her own escape route.

Yet somehow, he still felt unfamiliar—aside from the memories in his head, he had no other recollections. On the contrary, he wanted to learn more about the enemy before him.

Only after stepping out of the stone body did Ye Xuan realize he was standing atop a floating mountain.

Late at night, the more I thought about it, the more something felt off. I changed into clean clothes and decided to find Ye Yi.

Liu Xing said: “I thought your lady was afraid we’d run off, so she sent you to follow us.”

None of the four present were ordinary people, and Vice Mayor Zhao was no exception—having risen to his position, his ability to read people far surpassed the norm.

Ye Xuan’s voice was soft, radiating chilling coldness; instantly, Lin Dongtai’s face turned pale.

Because Li Changlin wanted to get close to Luo Tianyi, he needed to make her feel he was someone who never lost.

“Major use?!” Luo Yan’s eyes gleamed brighter; she hurriedly began negotiating the price with Song Ming. Though Song Ming had just demonstrated extraordinary wealth, hiring a hero was no trivial matter—it required proper contracts and procedures.

At that moment, Tianmo remembered: this was his grandfather’s personal steward—Yuan Qing. He was quite familiar with him, but after sleeping so long, he barely recognized him now—awkward, indeed.

After some thought, Li Yu decided this was acceptable and decided to give it a try—after all, he had nothing to lose.

“The Emperor doesn’t trust Wei Jie and rejects his suggestion to move ahead to Shitou City!” Wei Jie murmured.

When the candidates from the three districts heard Yu Mu say he’d made a mistake, they froze, feeling deeply aggrieved.

Just as I said this, a piercing wail suddenly pierced my ears—seemingly coming from behind the two bronze doors. I immediately shone my flashlight toward them; the beam flickered and turned ink-green. A black shadow flashed past, then a gust of black wind surged toward me.

Compared to this smell, the stench of sewers and outhouses outside was utterly insignificant.

But now, when he looked at the demon mask again, Wei Jie felt something inexplicable—the mask’s luster was no longer as bright and smooth; it seemed to have lost some spirit, or something else.

Qian Degui snapped out of his daze, felt the three pairs of eyes on him, shuddered involuntarily, stepped back instinctively, and fell into stunned silence.

She rose, yanked her hand forcefully from Mu Cheng’s grip, and walked down the white jade steps. His hand was suddenly empty, leaving only a hollow sense of loss.

The Bodhisattva’s expression grew grave; he clasped his hands together and began chanting sutras continuously, as if trying to calm the increasingly frenzied Ghost Mother River.

Hu San’s mind was now roaring—heavy as thunder. Yang Feifan’s ultimate move had exploded like a bomb, leaving him stunned and shaken, his hand clutching the cards trembling.