30 Jinjiang Literature City 30

Old Ghost Xu spoke slowly, his words punctuated by intermittent gasps. As he spoke, he spat out bloody froth, within which fragments of his internal organs were mixed.

I no longer had a shred of strength left; my body slowly collapsed, and I let the tears stream down from the corners of my eyes. The cold ground felt warmer than my heart at that moment. If I do not fight, people think I am a fool; yet if I do fight, what is it that I am striving for? Without my beloved, what use is power to me?

She knew full well that Yan Yixin’s arrival at this time meant he must have found news regarding her mother’s origins. Yet, she did not want to ask; instead, she looked at the blank paper on the desk, recalling her mother sentence by sentence.

In short, Origami Tobiichi became a Spirit and traveled back in time to Tengu City five years ago; thus, Origami became the culprit who killed her own parents.

"Zzz—zzz—zzz—" A ring constructed from colorful cards appeared one by one beneath Lian Ye’s feet, and a pillar of bright red teleportation light engulfed his entire body.

As for why there were guardian monsters, the reason was not hard to guess. Surely, there was some treasure being protected by these beasts.

Watching the fierce god’s retreating back, Zhuque and the others instantly transformed into human form. The Pink Dragon was the first to pounce into Huo Tong’s arms, pouring out all the longing she had felt during their days apart.

Earlier, when Zhang Qingting and her companion were exchanging money, the thugs had noticed their lavish spending. Judging from their accents that they were outsiders, they had planned to rob them and flee.

Hu Haoran shrugged. "That saves us the trouble." Fearing that Mother Wang might be faking it, he delivered another chop to the back of her neck, rendering her completely unconscious, only then feeling at ease.

Lan Shan sat on the ground, looking blankly at Chu Yichen as if she had lost all vitality, her heart filled with bitterness and boundless regret.

At this moment, Kai Xue’s expression was incredibly varied. She knew the capabilities of her subordinates well; even if they failed, there was still Rondo. Rondo was her steward, and the training he had undergone was far more rigorous than that of an ordinary person.

This burly man with black hair was originally a zombie from the Old Grave Mountain, dead for little more than a decade. It was he who had braved the risk of being struck by lightning to pry open that iron coffin.

He had to find her. Even if she did not wish to marry, even if he had to force her, she had to wed him. If anyone had intentionally abducted her at such a moment, should they fall into his hands, he would make them experience the imperial prison, letting them taste what a living hell felt like.

Once everyone had departed, the Emperor of Qin looked upon the ten thousand elite soldiers of Great Qin before him, his eyes filled with towering murderous intent as he shouted at the army.

To Du Zhongheng and Su Hexiang, this first meeting had branded Wan Jinzhi with the labels of "backward" and "ignorant."

Of those sitting in the first row, which one was not a battle-hardened exorcist hero? Which one was not a titan of the community?

My gaze gradually grew ruthless. I was just about to have a falling out with the other party, ready to risk my life in a final struggle, when suddenly, a voice came from the direction of the auditorium.

Helplessly, I found myself incapacitated by the tricks Yao Chongsheng had played on me. I could only stare in frustration, glaring at him with fury.

She was not unaware of Han Yufang’s feelings for her, but she valued only his abilities rather than harboring any unfounded sentiments or attachments toward him.

"Tell me the conditions I must meet," Orochimaru said, licking his lips as he addressed Ye Zang, who merely smiled.

What was going on? The longer I spent with people, the less I understood them. Regardless, it was best that I hadn't scared her.

Although the Eastern Spirit Array Disk was also a supreme treasure, he already possessed one, making this item seem less significant.

Long Luo watched the glorious light from the palace ceiling spill down, landing precisely upon the well. *Wangyue*, gazing at the moon—so that was the meaning. This moonlight-like radiance poured into the well. As Long Luo walked over to look, he saw a pool of fresh, red liquid flowing within, and a profound, soul-stirring aura permeated the space before him.

As a familiar opponent, he naturally knew that the Black Duke would not easily make such a suggestion. Since he had done so, he must have possessed a deeper understanding of the Xiao family that he had not yet revealed.

"What kind of technique is this..." The armored undead was clearly shaken by Li Jiang’s presence; this aura was completely unlike what he had displayed before.

There are no Taoist priests in the underworld, and naturally, no seals. The Magu Pool is located beneath a cliff behind Magu Mountain; the water is a thousand feet deep and frozen year-round, with no specters normally entering the area.

But this time, such a situation had occurred. Had his suspicions been confirmed?

The crowd of martial arts heroes were all left in awe of Yang Yunhan’s peak martial prowess. For a time, the massive cave fell into dead silence, and no one else stepped forward to challenge him.

Because he was wearing a blue-and-white prison uniform, he appeared somewhat abrupt in such a public setting. Fortunately, the kind villagers seemed not to care much about Liu Xinghao’s identity; their faces were all wreathed in simple, honest smiles, without a hint of disdain.

On his end, Shen Shisan broke into a cold sweat. He managed to say, "Xixi, I’m waiting for you," before hurriedly hanging up the phone.

Reflected in the incandescent light of the private room, Yang Wei’s face was deathly pale, devoid of a single drop of blood.