Chapter 200: 197、Ghost Gate (1/2)

197、Ghost Gate (1/2)

Zhou Chang had searched the entire building and gathered all of Xu’s mother’s body parts except her tongue.

But he had not found the key to Room 603.

He had tried opening this door several times before, but could not get it open.

Even his soul could not pass through the door’s wall, nor could his feet step into it.

Yet now, Xu’s mother extended her pale, withered hand, gripped the doorknob, and turned it gently—the entire door swung open.

As if

Soon after, they arrived at Guan Zhuang Mansion. The distant, silent street gradually erupted again with murmurs and loud discussions.

Ye Yuan had taught him too much; his reverence for Ye Yuan was already etched into his bones.

But he could not possibly be here to offer comfort. By all logic, Tang Jia’s Fifth Young Master had no such kindness in him.

Jing Yu snapped back to reality, flinching as if stepped on, instinctively struggling—but he easily lifted her by the hips and settled her onto his lap.

“Sent into the Ten Thousand Mountains? How is that possible?” The second Ancestor’s astonishment was unmasked; his usually half-lidded eyes now strained wide open, yet still looked like they were shut.

Meanwhile, in the Vatican in Italy, Kunlun Mountain in Huaxia, and the Potala Palace in Tibet, three elderly men—dressed differently and separated by tens of thousands of miles—turned their gazes toward the distance. If their gazes were drawn into lines, their intersection would be the Songsha Manor.

First, regarding the Japanese pirates: from Liu Yushan, commander of the Dengzhou Camp, Wu Yiheng learned these pirates numbered roughly five hundred, of whom only about a hundred were true Japanese, the rest Han Chinese.

The Shadow Moon Sect is a true god-level sect; countless people yearn to enter but cannot. Yet Ye Yuan said the sect had nothing to offer him.

But after eating two bites, she still felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. Forcing herself to eat was torture. Bai Yeqing, though hoping she’d eat more, could not bear to pressure her—he had the kitchen bring two sour plums to soothe her stomach, and her complexion improved considerably.

“Who is he?” Su Yu finally calmed her tumultuous heart and asked the question she most wanted to ask.

It would be better to kill more beast monsters—not only would it relieve the demon generals, but also yield a large amount of high-grade blood flesh.

When Ji Jingxi and the others arrived at Mingyue Pavilion, a crowd had already gathered outside. A glance was enough: the occasional flying fragments of tables and chairs revealed how fiercely the fight inside raged—it looked as if someone were violently tearing the building apart.

“Aikai…” Tang Bingyu could not speak, seeing Zhou Zekai’s furrowed brows—this only made her more anxious.

Though Fuyunlai appeared indifferent once she handed over the task, the fact that she took a detour just to circle around and end up at the riverside forest showed she still felt unsafe deep down.

“Hah! You get to set fires, but I can’t even light a lamp!” Su Yu shoved Gu Qingqing away.

It was she who took him away—if not for her, how could a gentleman as refined as Cai Tiao become so cruel?

Unconsciously uttering these words, Jiang Yingxue herself froze—she sensed her soul-displacement symptoms were growing worse.

Remember, based on Sima Tian’s prior behavior, he was merely an ordinary tour guide seeking help.

As a wealthy man, Zhou Zekai, since he was going to play with cats at the office, naturally kept two sets of everything—one at home, one at the office—making the doctor’s eyes sparkle with amusement upon hearing this.

Throughout, Jin Yannuo maintained a gentle, courteous smile—but only those who had truly faced him, like Jianjian’s father, understood how chilling that smile truly was.

Chu Qiao’s lips curled into a self-mocking smile. Seeing Meng Yanchen’s expression now, she understood seven or eight tenths of it—he… hesitated. He still could not make a decision at once. Apparently, she had not overthought it.