Chapter 063: How Could the Actress Possibly Be Wen Ni!

It was hardly surprising that private enterprises had collapsed entirely in the competition against the People’s Party’s state-owned companies. Many comrades not only lacked sympathy for these bankrupt private businesses but even felt a certain pride about it. Yet to think someone would dare to hire a killer here in Wuhu—these local merchants surely had too much nerve.

When it came to the revolution, Huang Chengxun neither supported nor fiercely opposed it. What he resented was how the People’s Party had forcibly dragged him into their cause. In the past, Huang Chengxun would still voice his objections, but after the Party’s mass executions of “counter-revolutionaries,” he dared not utter a word of protest.

“Why?” Dana’s face was stained with tears. In such an atmosphere, Lynn began to regret not having found a convenient excuse to avoid Denmark, that troublesome region.

Sword Cultivator awoke, uncertain how much time had passed. His muscles ached, his mind was foggy—far from the feeling of proper rest. He stepped out of the temple into the open air. Above, a dazzling river of stars stretched across the heavens; it seemed to still be night, but in truth, this night sky was nothing but the barrier conjured by the Eye of Chaos.

Good Virtue’s crimson form obediently floated over, her slender fish tail formed from clouds curled gracefully as she settled onto Camieu’s palm. She bowed her head slightly, her gaze wandering, hands nervously wringing before her, her expression so full of guilt and unease that one could not help but feel pity.

He Ming had just escaped the eager advances of a sweet, married woman. He was starting to feel fearful. So he planned to wear only shorts, perhaps throw on a checkered shirt or one with a cartoon print to please the children—still a country bumpkin at heart.

Gu Lu felt neither pride nor anxiety for having unintentionally learned from Chen Ke. He asked Chen Tianhua about the details of Chairman Chen Ke’s democratic lifestyle meetings back then. Chen Tianhua admitted he had little experience and suggested Gu Lu consult with Chai Qingguo, who was quite familiar with such matters.

At that moment, Wang Pengyu instructed Giant Wings and Iron Teeth to stay behind, allowing Shen Xingyun and Lai Changfeng to scout the terrain. Just in case, the Flying Nightshade remained as well, so they could make preparations ahead of time—who could say if Clark’s true god might appear? Lai Changfeng and Shen Xingyun were formidable, but even they would be outmatched by a level ten true god.

After surveying the situation in Hong Kong, Liu Yihua prepared to fly to the capital the next day, to discuss the financial crisis with his grandfather.

The War God Plaza, one of the city’s famed landmarks, sat beside the Neva River. The simple lines on the map were insufficient to help anyone who had never visited imagine its true form.

A gentle tap landed on Wu Haiyang’s shoulder, startling him so much that he leapt upright.

Nelson never expected Lin Feihong to suddenly attack, but the instincts of a second-tier expert kicked in, and he immediately leaned back to dodge the blade.

“May I ask, honored one, what offense have we committed? Please, let us go before we discuss this further.” The elder, knowing he stood no chance, could only plead for mercy.

Thus, Lu Ye did not interrupt the old dragon, even as it repeated irrelevant words again and again. Lu Ye understood it was deep in thought; to interrupt would force it to search through vast, starry memories all over again, making the process even slower.

At last, Hao Chen and his companions saw the true nature of this place. They stood in a broad corridor that stretched endlessly ahead. Apart from the smooth stone walls and a few skeletons lying at their base, there was nothing else.

A hotel that should have cost only sixty million ended up costing eighty million—enough extra to buy all those fishing grounds they’d just seen.

Niu Yougui cried out in terror. Fortunately, no one else was in the room; the bodyguards were outside and would not barge in without his orders.

The supplies in this house were so thoroughly stocked that I suspected I could remain shut inside for three or five months without any problems. So, I cooked three meals a day for myself, occasionally napped on a meditation mat beneath the statues of the Three Pure Ones, and spent my nights in meditation and training.

The ghost rat’s attack on me was blocked by Liu Qingxuan’s magic sword, diverting two bites and a claw. I neutralized another claw with a hand gesture. Meanwhile, the live rat had gripped Liu Qingxuan tightly with its four claws and was now baring its teeth, about to bite down on his throat.

The Mad Daoist had already set up a grand feng shui array inside the palace, altering the magnetic and spiritual fields there, hoping Li Weidong would not sense his arrival in the imperial residence.

When Shen Xiaoxiao awoke, it was already the next morning. She opened her eyes to stare at the ceiling, tears unexpectedly slipping from the corners. She was not dead; at the critical moment, Li Xingyuan spared her. Yet the days ahead would surely be harder than death.

Watching cold drops of water slide down his cheek, Xia Yi slowly pried open his aching right eyelid. Seeing a layer of gray-white, his heart gave a sudden jolt.

The larger mansions hung horn lamps and were not in danger of fire; even if flames broke out, there were servants to extinguish them promptly. The real risk was among the low, crowded dwellings of ordinary people.

Brother Li’s anger from the price increase dissipated instantly when he heard those words, and he smiled.

Xia Yi turned and patted his companion’s head, pointing toward the distant outline of houses—where Zhenwu and his mother lived. In truth, he meant they could go home.

He’d thought Grandpa Wang, the village doctor, could keep them in check, at least prevent them from harming others. Once he finished his own tasks, he’d go help.

Public opinion had already started to ferment; she’d arranged for many people to repost the matter. Once it hit the trending topics, there were things the Su family would be unable to suppress.

He had always thought Qin Chen was just a capable fighter, never the sort with supernatural abilities. Now, Du Qingfeng felt a genuine awe for Qin Chen.

It seemed he would have to make a trip to the market; everything else could be saved, but this bowl could not. He couldn’t let his ancestors return with no food to eat.

“Don’t talk nonsense. You never planned to reconcile with Xin Xin, so just accept it.” Zhai Qihan was nonchalant; after all, he wasn’t Wang Xiu and only had to consider if the plan was feasible.

Fortunately, Night Shadow had sealed its bloodline the moment it was wounded, staunching the bleeding as much as possible.