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

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

In the dark mountain hollow, the wind howled like a ghost weeping.

Amidst the waves of ghostly wailing, the clear, steady sound of bells rang out.

The bell chimes were crisp and ethereal; each note lingered, echoing within the gloomy hollow, refusing to fade for a long time.

"Ding... ding..."

In the pitch-black shadow of the rocks where one could not see a finger, a pockmarked monk wearing a rooster-comb hat and dark red "pita" monastic robes sat cross-legged on a stone, shaking a black-yellow bronze bell in one hand and turning something with the other.

"This cushion was a gift from Tang Jie; sitting on it brings an extraordinary calm to the mind. It is absolutely a treasure artifact meant for breakthroughs."

"I cannot show my face. With the nationwide crackdown on me so severe, if I didn't get the meal, I might as well just go straight to jail and squat there."

That urgent feeling was fully displayed on her face, with no attempt to conceal her emotions. By now, her actions had been seen by others, so there was nothing left to hide.

However, no one paid much attention. Within the Barbarian Demon Forest, such things were too common; countless people died every day, factions were wiped out daily, and new factions rose to prominence—it was all too common.

These demon spirits could trigger changes in the Black Nightmare Demon Wind and were especially skilled in wind-based divine arts. If more than ten Wind-Scroll Spirits attacked simultaneously, even Chen Ting would likely suffer a loss.

Besides these two things, there was basically nothing left, only the few tables and chairs in the main hall.

This made Lin Feng think of Shui Qinghan from the Treasure Appraisal Competition, the only person he truly admired. Unfortunately, Shui Qinghan was no ordinary person either. If he could find Shui Qinghan, Lin Feng believed he could surely persuade Shui Qinghan to tell him about people like himself.

A few more days passed; Gu Xiaoxiao's mood was still very low, but her birthday party had already been prepared.

"You weren't this attentive before. Sigh, my charm is off the charts," she said shamelessly.

As he spoke, the Tianchi Divine Deity extended a fist toward himself. Seeing this, Heitu hesitated not at all, extending his right fist to clasp with it.

Wenren Jue actually could not understand Yun Mu's thoughts. The other party was today wearing a well-tailored blue long robe embroidered with exquisite yellow flowers.

However, they dared not tell other family members how the two of them interacted at home, or else they would surely be criticized by everyone.

"What the Young Master said, Feng Wu does not understand." Feng Wu returned a smile and shook her head, looking at the Luobai before her.

Shangguan Qianyu saw that the man intended to ignore her question. She stopped her feet, standing still in place, her clear, watery bright eyes narrowing slightly.

The Tenth Princess still held a handkerchief in her hand, curiously watching the one master and two servants walk toward the east, not understanding why. Suddenly, she realized she was still clutching the handkerchief and, with disgust, threw it to the ground.

"Then I'll go boil the tea eggs first for you to eat on the carriage." Boiling tea eggs takes a lot of effort and must be done in advance.

"No!" He occasionally acted spoiled and threw a tantrum, but she had never seen him so willful. His body was very hot, radiating from behind. She worried his fever hadn't gone down yet and struggled to break free from his arm.

Xu Li and Zhou Shen had already told the two of them the examination results. They were not as disappointed as they had imagined; perhaps with everything settled, they had instead come to terms with it.

"You are truly too selfish, too detestable." Liu Xiuyun trembled with anger and could not scold out any more harsh words.

Tuoba Shao lowered his head, preparing to speak, but saw that Xiao Xun was slightly pouting at that moment, a layer of mist still lingering in his eyes. Illuminated by the firelight, it looked as if tiny stars had appeared in his eyes, adding a touch of unique charm to that delicate, smiling face.

With Su Chenyang's loud shout, a slender figure appeared at the entrance of the main hall. Father had grown thin; in just two years, a few strands of silver were already visible amidst his black hair. His lean face seemed carved by a knife, yet unchanged remained that spirited, shining gaze.