Volume 1, Chapter 34: Creating Something Out of Nothing

Nurse Yao’s gaze, filled with suspicion and bewilderment, swept over the puzzled young girl. Her heart remained unsettled for a long time.

Last time, two lives had been lost in the palace for no reason. Now, had this matter of death actually reached the Meng residence as well? Though the palace murder had nothing to do with the Second Young Miss—who had even been poisoned herself, a matter still left unresolved—why did it seem as though these deaths were always circling around her?

Nurse Yao felt a complex mix of emotions. If the Second Young Miss were some kind of jinx, the fact that she had lived to this age could only mean her destiny was resilient enough to withstand it.

Cuilan seemed to have regained her train of thought. She began by asking, "Xiangju was supposed to be by the Second Young Miss's side; why would she run to the pond to take her own life?..."

"..." Qu Wan had truly been careless. She never carried her phone to school during the day; had she brought it even once, she would have known about the signals on her roommates' end.

When the door was kicked open, they found Baili lying on his side on the bed. Detective Hu checked his breath; he was still alive.

There was a famous performer at the theater named Pei Yanzhi. The leaders of the Japanese invaders specifically demanded he appear to perform for their soldiers, and Pei Yanzhi did not refuse.

Therefore, when the rehabilitation hospital called to ask him to process the discharge papers, he was thrilled, believing that Chen Wangchun had recovered. In that moment, he felt the world was vast and expansive, his body light as air.

During the flying split, not only did she fail to reach the perfect arc, but she also nearly twisted her ankle upon landing, causing her to miss a beat.

They understood the reasoning, but being caught in the thick of it, in their panic, there was no room to consider such things. Hearing Lu Ye’s explanation, the Dragon clan felt it made perfect sense, and although they were unwilling to leave, they dared not argue further.

The people fleeing inside fell one after another. Old Lady Xu possessed strong nerves; she immediately realized that Liu Ling had transformed into a vengeful spirit.

Seeing this, the General Defending the State stepped forward to pay his respects, and the crowd immediately followed suit, kneeling in salute.

Si Ren-ding led Detective Hu and Zuo Qiu along the perimeter of the outer wall, but they never found a dog hole.

A "humming" sound suddenly pierced the air. While Lu Ye was injured and unable to rise, the Bronze Yin-Yang Gong struck suddenly, slicing toward the crown of his head.

Changning could not help but gasp. This was clearly encouraging everyone to "compete" against one another. Although she could understand it, she still found it emotionally difficult to accept.

Almost simultaneously, the scouts on the earthen mound scrambled to rein in their horses and turn around, galloping down the mound like the wind, waving their arms and shouting, their faces filled with unexpected shock.

The two nations were not kind enough to remind their enemies: "Hey, friends from the Zerg race, don't you want the territory you conquered? Why are you retreating all the way to the border?"

He had originally left the Demon realm, but the Demon Saint suddenly sent him a message saying the Star Formation had been found, so he returned. Unfortunately, he did not get the chance to enter and observe the Star Formation.

She glanced at the computer screen; the video was still in the upload queue. Totori decisively moved the mouse, deleted the video, and then prepared to input her ID card password to upload her own data first.

Although it was faint, Changning still sensed doubt, inquiry, and deep wariness in his eyes.

Madam Qian was displeased, but since it was her first time at the General's mansion and these people had served the Emperor and Empress, she dared not act rashly. Having heard a few polite words, she obediently went to the front courtyard.

Qingqing had once said this to him, and he remembered retorting with disdain that there was nothing he couldn't share with Qingqing. Looking back now, it seemed he had been the one who was too naive.

After pondering for a while, Lu Fei shook his head. He truly could not make sense of the situation; what the old fox Yan Zhen was plotting was not something he could figure out in a short time.

Wang Tian was thick-skinned. He truly did not care about such things; compared to the effort of climbing back down to find a proper place, he preferred to relieve himself right there.

"Haha, I knew Chairman Ouyang wouldn't do anything out of line," Zhang Jialiang said with a smile.

After settling into the Du Liao Camp, Cao Cao requested a month's leave for the New Year from Zhang Huan and galloped toward Yuzhou. He first returned to Qiao County to visit his stepmother and stepsister, then immediately set off for Yingchuan with gifts from the Cao family estate. Cao Cao had even accompanied Cao Chi to hunt the wild geese used for the marriage proposal.

Given this, Wu Yue did not manifest a spiritual particle light sword again. Instead, he condensed two giant maces and lunged forward, raining blows down upon Donato.

She could not understand his methods. Who did he think he was? God? To actually think he could pick out the strongest among so many transhumans and kill all the rest?

The wheat, once harvested and brought to the drying floor, was not threshed with flails or rollers as usual. Instead, it was pulled to a rectangular box with a sharp-edged opening at the bottom. The box was connected to several iron gears, with a pedal at the base; someone would step on it continuously while others fed the wheat into the opening on top.

A-Sheng had not yet begun formal lessons in literacy and arithmetic for the orphans. She planned to wait for the fuss over the Ding family’s funeral to die down before doing so quietly.

Seeing the condition of the grave, Zhang Jialiang inwardly rejoiced. Fortunately, Huang Fei'er had been cautious and arrived early; otherwise, if that slightly extravagant tomb from the past had been published, there was no telling what kind of trouble it would have caused.

Once they reached the pavilion in the back garden and dismissed everyone around them, the three sat around the stone table.

"Calculating the time, it should be over soon," she heard someone say, the voice as pleasant as an oriole.

Although the True God of the Ghost-Eyed Giant Octopus clan looked completely devoid of the demeanor, poise, or presence expected of a True God, his physical body was genuinely that of a True God.

As soon as she finished speaking, Qi Xinxiao's face turned even darker, almost the same color as the scrambled eggs with tomatoes she had cooked.

Without strength, let alone breaking through the blockade of the werewolf stronghold to bring back his clansmen from outside the divine realm, even using special methods to ignite the divine fire would be impossible.