Chapter 99: 98, Treasure-Spitting Rat (4K, 1/2)

98, Treasure-Spitting Rat (4K, 1/2)

In the dark, gloomy valley, the wind howled like ghosts wailing.

Amid the ghostly wails came a steady, unhurried jingling of bells.

The bell sounds were crisp and ethereal, each lingering with echoes that clung to the shadowed valley, never fading.

“Ding… ding…”

In the pitch-black shadow of the rocks, a pockmarked monk sat cross-legged on a stone, wearing a dark red “cloak” robe and a rooster-comb hat, one hand shaking a black-and-yellow bronze bell, the other turning

This cushion was still a gift from Tang Jie; sitting on it brings extraordinary calm to the spirit—definitely a treasure artifact for breakthroughs.

I can’t show my face; the nationwide crackdown on me is brutal. If I don’t get this meal done, I’ll just end up in jail for nothing.

Her urgency was fully visible on her face, with no attempt to hide her emotions; by now, everyone had seen what she’d done, so there was no point in concealing it.

But no one paid much attention; in the Savage Demon Forest, such things were common—countless people died daily, factions fell and rose constantly, it was nothing unusual.

These spirit beasts can trigger changes in the Black Nightmare Demon Wind and excel in wind-based spiritual arts; if a dozen Wind-Whirl Spirits launched a coordinated attack, even Chen Ting might suffer.

Aside from these two, there was little else left—only the several tables and chairs in the hall.

This reminded Lin Feng of Shui Qinghan from the Treasure Identification Contest—the only person he truly admired. Unfortunately, Shui Qinghan wasn’t an ordinary person either; if he could find Shui Qinghan, Lin Feng believed he could convince him to talk about people like himself.

Several more days passed, and Gu Xiaoxiao’s mood remained low, but her birthday party had already been arranged.

“You weren’t this attentive before, huh? Man, my charm is off the charts,” she said shamelessly.

Saying this, Tianchi Shen Zun extended a fist toward himself; Hei Tu, without hesitation, raised his right fist and bumped it against the other.

Wen Ren Jue couldn’t understand Yun Mu’s thoughts; today, the other wore a well-tailored blue long robe embroidered with intricate yellow flowers.

But they dared not tell other family members about the two’s dynamic at home—otherwise, everyone would gossip.

“I don’t understand what the Young Master means about Feng Wu,” Feng Wu replied with a smile and shook his head, looking at the fallen white before him.

Shangguan Qianyu saw the man intended to ignore her question; she stopped her feet in place, her clear, luminous eyes narrowing slightly.

The Tenth Princess still clutched a handkerchief, watching curiously as the master and his two servants walked eastward, puzzled—then suddenly noticed she was still holding it, and with disgust, flung it to the ground.

“I’ll go boil the tea eggs first—for you to eat on the road.” Boiling tea eggs takes time; you have to start early.

“No!” He occasionally pouted and begged, but she’d never seen him this willful; his body was burning hot, radiating from behind, and she feared his fever hadn’t broken, struggling to free herself from his arms.

Xu Li and Zhou Shen had already informed the two of the test results. They weren’t as disappointed as they’d imagined—perhaps because everything was settled, they’d finally let go.

“You’re so selfish, so vile,” Liu Xiuyun trembled with rage, unable to spit out any harsher words.

Tuoba Shao lowered her head to speak, but saw Xiao Xun’s lips slightly pouted, his eyes still glistening with unshed tears; lit by the firelight, they sparkled like tiny stars, adding an unusual charm to his delicate face.

At Su Chenyang’s shout, a thin figure appeared at the entrance of the main hall. His father had grown thin; in just two years, streaks of silver had begun to show in his once jet-black hair, his cheeks hollowed as if carved by a blade, yet his eyes still burned with the same radiant spirit.