Chapter 97

96, Yin Tomb (4K, 1/2)

As for these questions of yours, ask them to strangers—those with good hearts will glance at you, think you’re a fool, and walk away without saying another word.

Those with bad hearts will deceive you, lead you straight into a pit.

When you drown in that pit, they’ll stand on the shore, clapping and laughing at your stupidity.’ Luo Bu Dunzhu’s black eyes rolled wildly as he spoke to Zhou Chang in a mysterious tone, ‘because to get the truth from these questions,

‘You’re just a servant—why do you have so many opinions? If you disrespect Mu Mu again, I’ll send you back to the Underworld.’ Di Sha jabbed the Linglong Pagoda hard with a chopstick.

Master Liu figured it could only be this way: a separate villa, he couldn’t reasonably claim it all for himself, and given the clan chief’s fawning behavior, if he pressed for it, the fourth branch might end up getting it anyway. After much deliberation, he decided selling it and splitting the silver was better than endless bickering with no resolution.

‘Madam Gong, don’t worry—this illness can be cured by Mingmei.’ Gong Yiqi was not the first tuberculosis patient she’d treated in Da Chen; back on Purple Cloud Mountain, she’d already cured several such cases, with excellent results.

Such a familiar term—they used to love calling it that, but now those few had long vanished somewhere.

How then had he come to know her? And why did he gaze at her with such gentle eyes, yet say nothing?

Su Mu also stopped upon hearing Tian Shui Hutong—wasn’t this precisely the district under Hu Shun’s hundred-man unit? What new poem or verse had that birdman Long Zainà produced now?

He probably felt that learning such a phrase just now was undignified, especially for an emperor.

‘I am a Hanba. Did the Dragon Prince send you?’ Hanba showed no surprise, as if she’d expected them all along.

‘I meant to tell you! But all the missions I’ve taken are for Tribulation Stage cultivators—you haven’t even stabilized your Three Souls yet, and your memories haven’t been erased. How could I possibly take you on a dangerous mission?’ Li Chengfeng quickly explained.

When Gu Yuan had rejected his arrangements and spoken those arrogant words to him, he had already decided against allowing Lin Mengshan to be with Gu Yuan.

After rummaging through a bag, Zhu Zili pulled out a slightly worn envelope.

The smiles of the beautiful young men and women grew even brighter—Long Qingchen showed not the slightest air of the Grand Holy Son, giving them ample respect, and their first impression of him was favorable.

Yet she couldn’t help wondering: why had the Master never taken her to his bed? Even a single favor had never been granted her—this puzzled her deeply.

‘The leader of the [Xiao] organization, Ling Zang, has the ability to control corpses—this is very likely his doing!’ said the Prince Rong of the Earth Kingdom.

The Divine Soul Body began to unleash immense power; around Qi Xuan Yi, thirty-six kneeling corpses encircled him. Their eyes glowed green, their Divine Soul energies intertwining into a vast array that instantly engulfed Qi Xuan Yi at its center.

‘Why?’ Luo Hao was startled to hear he was named alongside Master Wuchen; upon hearing his words, he recalled what Master Wuchen had said—could today be the day of my blood disaster?

There was another familiar figure glaring at Lin Feiyu with venomous hatred, as if wanting to devour him alive.

‘You can’t tell them—if you do, I won’t speak to you again.’ Mao Dong cried out anxiously.

‘I am of the Blood Clan royal bloodline—that is, the Blood Clan’s princess.’ Kai Si’s expression turned serious, her tone earnest.

‘You can’t do this! Chen Guanglei, how dare you associate with such people? If they lay a hand on me, you’ll be held accountable too!’ Zhao Yulu said.

Unfortunately, she never learned genuine affection; instead, she mastered countless escape tactics from the male lead’s chase-and-flee dynamic with the white moonlight—otherwise, how could she have escaped that insane asylum?