Chapter 58

Nearly! That means he hasn't fully recovered yet, Ye Zhenzhen muttered to herself. Nan Zhiqiao had really checked out of the hospital before he was well. Zhenzhen had far too many words bottled up inside her, yet not a single one could escape her lips.

It was her first time spending the New Year in Da Zhou. The bustling and lively atmosphere outside was different from Jingchang, making her both excited and curious.

That black shadow, which moments before had pounced like a hunting leopard and kicked Zhao Jun flying into the distance in the blink of an eye, turned out to have such an appearance?

Earlier, several of them had harbored the intention of getting Wang Youcheng drunk, but at this moment, they were instead showing signs of flattery and ingratiation.

However, concealing the imperial bloodline was initially done simply to stabilize Jingchang's precarious and turbulent situation.

The ferocity of the Water-Release Beast subsided under Huanzhu's touch, turning docile as it squinted and lay on the ground, seemingly deeply enjoying her caresses.

"Liyase!" Bai Yu gently embraced Liyase. This time, he truly had to thank her; if not for her, he would never have experienced such a sudden awakening.

Yet when Gong Xi'er prepared to place something on that chair, she hesitated for a moment and turned to ask Xue Wan'er.

After the Audi drove past, Tang Zhong stepped hard on the gas pedal, accelerated toward the next fork in the road, and stopped once again. Once another Audi passed, he repeated the exact same trick.

Dr. Mu's grieving family members appeared before Nan Zhiqiao, touching his already strained nerves once more.

"The third young master is back." The old lady seated at the head smiled benevolently, though her gaze was sharp and shrewd, making one feel somewhat uneasy.

Did he mean that this would break the blood curse? Didn't he say just moments before that lifting it wouldn't be simple, and yet now letting out a tiny bit of blood was all it took to finish it? Why did I have to feel like I was being scammed? At the very least, if all it took was letting out a little blood like this, having a surgeon wield the blade would surely feel much safer than relying on him.

He had long silver hair and azure-blue eyes. His complexion was somewhat pale, with tiny beads of sweat resting on his forehead. His long eyelashes made him look like a porcelain doll. With a high-bridged nose and thin lips, he looked at first glance like a ruthless man, much like Ling Yefeng.

The Yin energy here was so intense, and since Qingshan carried the aura of a ghost infant, it was inevitable that certain spirits would seek him out.

A white Vertu mobile phone lay quietly on a black velvet cloth, its body neatly embedded with a trailing line of crushed diamonds that gleamed with luxurious brilliance under the light.

The hierarchy among samurai was also extremely distinct. For a lower-ranking samurai, advancing even a single rank was exceedingly difficult. Ultimately, if one wished to become a high-ranking samurai aristocrat, ascend to the true ruling class, and become a house elder, the domain lord had to cede a portion of land or a city to them before they could truly be called a samurai family.

And thus, I inexplicably acquired a fiancé—a fiancé with a broken brain at that—without even having the margin to refuse.

I was dazed, completely unable to understand what he meant. Yet, as if driven by some ominous premonition, my heart began to pound wildly with tension, accompanied by a lingering sense of fear and panic.

The Soul-Guiding Messenger believed that by doing this, the Underworld King would surely realize that the Underworld Queen was using her own vital energy and blood to nourish and aid his soul, and that he would consequently become anxious.

The scalpel flew from his hand once more, but this time it was aimed at the stone wall. One could only hear the harsh sound of metal scraping against the wall and the rustling sound of falling stone dust, while the blade itself remained invisible. Its position could only be judged by the flashing cold light, and Gu Xi's fingers, wrapped in fine threads, manipulated the weapon entirely through wrist stillness and delicate finger movements.

A wave of tea fragrance drifted over. Shu Feng had some understanding of tea; this was the high-grade Emei Maojian produced in the southern Emei Mountains, a premium tea of such caliber that Shu Feng rarely even had the chance to drink it back at the Southern Shushan Sect. Never had he expected to be able to taste it right here. "Ten years as a clean prefect brings one hundred thousand flakes of silver"—every official had ways to line their pockets.

"Commander, the time has been shortened by another three months and fifteen days!" the Crucial Angel reported once again at that moment.

The chubby gray man was startled upon hearing this. Before he could make any preparations, he suddenly felt a powerful oppressive force wash over him—an overwhelming pressure that surpassed the Xuan rank and faintly reached the level of the Di rank.

However, he habitually reserved one cubic meter of pure water and one cubic meter of compressed rations. Although, in principle, these items would never be scarce in the real world, since this rule regarding food and water reserves had been established from the beginning, he decided to stick to it.

And so, following the waiter's instructions, once prepared, the entire bowl of pitch-black rice radiated a savory heat. Raising it to his mouth, an unparalleled fragrance instantly danced across his entire palate.

"That's definitely a new type of infectious disease, no doubt about it!" a middle-aged uncle said, casting a disdainful look at Cheng Li and the others.

Da Qin, meanwhile, sat playing the zither. Her music carried an ethereal quality, imparting a sense of peace and tranquility. Although Li Yunfei was not well-versed in musical theory, he still found it refreshing to the mind and spirit. Yet, being someone with a rather tainted mind, hearing her music somehow made him think of the thrilling excitement of clandestine romantic trysts.

In the future, when writing his memoirs, all of these would serve as evidence; and later on, when others produced documentaries about him, these would all become raw material.

Only then did Cheng Li look toward the modification workbench. The tactical watch remained exactly as it was, completely unchanged. With a skeptical look, Cheng Li picked up the watch, put it on his wrist, and activated the Crucial Angel.

"A lot of things have happened recently, haven't they? Although Chuchu is out of danger now, it will take a very long time for her to recover."

"Aunt, let's go." Tang Yue linked arms with Lian Tong, watching indifferently as Tao Yuqun behaved like a madwoman in the hospital room, muttering to herself as if she didn't even see them.

Everyone wore expressions of excitement, and even Chen Long, who had been surveying the living room from the side, wore a smile on his face.

Jiang Shan's crimson face and pupil-less eyes widened in an instant. In a flash of lightning, the hands he had been slamming toward the chest of the lizard-serpent swept upward, gripping the beast's head amidst a raging inferno that soared into the sky, while an endless roar tore from his gaping mouth.

"Today, right in front of your father, tell me—did you ever consider me your mother, or treat this home as your home?" Kou Xi suddenly shouted in a booming voice, frightening Niu Niu into an immediate burst of tears.

Consequently, the overall trajectory unfolded like a reverse version of the card game *Legends of the Three Kingdoms*, where the villains defected to the loyal faction one after another, until the supposed "loyalist" was revealed to be the true villain all along.

This was the stronghold of the militia group established by Old Man Wang. Unlike Fatty Pan's Iron-Head Gang, he and his subordinates did not occupy the entire massive office building, but instead claimed only the top two floors, leaving the lower floors open to the survivors at the trading post.

Qian Ling raised an eyebrow and pointed toward the cellar. There were currently six in the cellar and another three in the kitchen.