Chapter 065: Treating Zhou Mingfan Like a Dog

Wen Ni spoke softly, “It’s all right. When it’s time for the amniocentesis, Linchuan and the child can do a paternity test. Naturally, we’ll know whether the child is Mingfan’s.”

Zhou Mingfan, whose name was suddenly mentioned, fell silent.

In his mind, he kept replaying that night when he’d woken up in the same bed as Wen Ni, their bodies covered in sticky traces. Could it be that night…?

Zhou Mingfan pressed his lips together anxiously, his hands gripping tightly.

Meier, noticing Yuan Jinghong’s admiring gaze toward Li Xueyan, hurriedly interrupted. Upon hearing her words, everyone rose and took their leave. Li Xueyan, eager to depart, had barely stepped across the threshold when Yuan Jinghong called her back.

As the car drove in, a wave of unease immediately washed over Chen Erpao. He glanced around warily but saw nothing amiss.

At the same time, a large force of elite fighters, led by the Ten Great Generals of the Heavenly Alliance, was dispatched in secret to Tuen Mun to launch surprise attacks on key sites of the Righteous Sect and assassinate important figures.

For three consecutive days, Ling Xiao meticulously refined a divine elixir of metallic essence.

“Song Rui, you know full well how your skills compare to Qin Tian’s. Qin Tian was killed without a sound right under the prince’s nose. How formidable do you think his killer must be? If you recklessly run off for revenge, not only will you alert the enemy, but you’ll also throw your own life away for nothing. Do you think that’s what Qin Tian would have wanted?”

Chen Erpao covered Liu Ming’s retreat, sending him off in the car while he stayed behind. He wanted to meet Taiwan’s number one assassin’s disciple in person, and he knew the Ten Iron Guards were no match for the enemy—he couldn’t bear to see them hurt.

He stared at the battered spectacle frames and, on a sudden impulse, went to the optician to have a new frame made for these reading glasses, insisting he be present during the fitting, regardless of the cost.

Now, only he could provide the whereabouts of the rare Jiu Yu Qian Liquid, since he himself had been poisoned by it.

In the abyss, countless pairs of eyes glowed red, radiating a beastly menace that sent shivers down one’s spine.

Li Siqi watched the scene before her in despair. She understood now why a life could vanish so abruptly. Just then, someone gently patted her shoulder. Turning, she saw it was Wang Xin.

Trembling, she glanced back. Yang Xiaokai seemed not to be following; she breathed a little easier, steadied herself, and continued ahead.

The square was silent; even the wind seemed to have stilled. People simply gazed quietly at the emblem.

The sculpture depicted a beast with a human face—its form abstract, a square-jawed face with thick brows and large eyes, broad wings of the nose and a prominent tip, thick lips curled into a snarl, its expression fierce and malevolent. Its body resembled a lion’s, but with a pair of bat wings, giving the entire sculpture an eerie, terrifying, hideously grotesque appearance.

“I told you, didn’t I? If you burn the joss stick into two short and one long, the one who opens the coffin will have bad luck. See? Isn’t it coming true already?” The fat man wiped the rain off his face with his bag, grumbling.

Unable to stab with the short sword, he let it slide flat along the ground, drawing it back to Luo Tian’s hand. But instead of feeling relief, Luo Tian regretted recalling the blade—for trailing behind it was a blood-red serpent’s tongue, flickering menacingly.

The sky overhead was still dark, but the stars shone brilliantly. In the distance, towns were ablaze with light, their lively sounds faintly audible. Beneath the black canopy, an even larger shadow loomed far away, its form indiscernible, everything shrouded beneath its immense presence.

The blood-colored phantom beast pressed its might against the heavens, roaring in fury, its cries echoing across the sky. It charged straight for Zhao Ming, unstoppable, as if to pierce the very universe. Wherever it passed, a bitter wind whistled, gusts hissing around its body. With a thunderous lift, it raised both hooves to trample Zhao Ming.