Chapter 131

129、Ghost-Blinded Eyes (1/2)

Xiao Zhenming’s expression grew increasingly fearful as he spoke: “Moreover, those three witch women are changing gradually.”

——Every time we’re forced to retreat back to the fig village and then leave it again, another identical witch woman, draped in a flowered cloth coat with long hair, appears behind us.”

Now, there are already twelve witch women trailing each of us!”

These witch women, aside from the very beginning when they asked us whether we wanted to return with them,

The two sat back down. At that moment, a vast black cloud surged across the sky from afar; in an instant, a lightning bolt split the heavens, followed by a deafening rumble. Before they could react, raindrops the size of soybeans began pelting down with a loud patter.

Lu Zhi had heard that Fang Xingyuan of the Judicial Bureau was rigid and blunt in speech; seeing him today, he truly looked like a snowman. He silently stuck out his tongue, when two more officials approached him. One was Zhaoqing of the Chehelun tribe, a distant cousin of the deceased Jiuqing, here to assume the post of county magistrate.

He was definitely laughing at what she said—meaning he’d heard her muttering to herself. How could this happen? She shouldn’t have muttered aloud; now she’d been overheard and mocked. How embarrassing.

She returned in low spirits and bumped into an attendant escorting He Man as he chose a room upstairs, with two soldiers nearby. Many rooms had been vacant these past few days, but He Man instantly picked the one next to Xie Yujiao’s—right along the path Jun Rong must pass.

Yang Feier’s skin was truly well-maintained, unnaturally smooth for her age. Among the girls present, all except Yuan Yuan rushed to ask her for her secret.

Another thousand years passed, until one day a strong wind blew a single drop of nectar onto a spider’s web. The spider gazed at the nectar, seeing how clear and radiant it was, and felt instant affection. Every day the spider watched the nectar, delighted—it felt these were the happiest days in three thousand years.

“I’ll pay for it, don’t worry—I’ll buy this car even if it’s totaled!” Lin Ming stared intently at the black Mercedes ahead.

“Hey hey hey, haven’t scolded you in three days and you’re getting cheeky again?” Jin Shunying cut in sharply, frowning.

He no longer knew how long it had been since he last saw Sister Jing, or whether she was well.

The divine clan enforcer stared in astonishment at Lin Ming, noticing a red aura also enveloping the man’s body—its energy even stronger than his own.

Zhang Lihai was puzzled, but seeing his father’s hunched back, he fell suddenly silent.

But he wasn’t a fool—if any merchant’s people were harmed under his command, his position as company commander would be over, and even the commander couldn’t save him.

Two red banknotes floated gently onto the cashier’s sleeve, then slid onto the counter, resting atop other red bills.

After destroying the cockpits of dozens of carrier-based aircraft, Su Shen charged toward the island superstructure of the Freedom aircraft carrier.

Thus, for Mo Hanxue, the chance to witness the divine realm with her own eyes—even if it meant death—would be enough.

Bai Ying glanced curiously at the two objects, looked around to confirm no one else was nearby, then slammed the door shut with a bang.

The newcomer was Wu Heyuan, patriarch of the Golden Cauldron Sect, the fifth branch of Tianmen, Dao name Chixinzi, Jianghu nickname “Son of a Whore”—also the sole descendant among the Four Sages whose origins were known. Chixinzi had resided in the Divine Capital for sixty-three years, cultivating stillness and avoiding worldly affairs; his arrival to rescue them was repaying an old debt to the Tianyi Sect’s elder.

After watching a few rounds, in this master-level game, Lin Tian crushed his opponent in nearly every round, leaving them questioning reality.

Lin Tian walked over holding the cue; now, holding it felt entirely different—the cue seemed alive in his hands.

“Alright, alright, go attend to your duties.” Master Ma shooed away Bai Zhou, watching her back, his expression suddenly turning grave.