Chapter 34: Seeking Help from Shen Suinian

The pitch-black interior did not cause Shen Feiyu any discomfort or suspicion. The dim environment only heightened the sensory stimulation, something she and Chen Bozhou had experienced many times before. In the vast, sparsely furnished living room, the silhouette of a person could be vaguely seen sitting on a wide sofa, the flickering light of a cigarette glowing in his hand.

Furthermore, because Cao Ying died directly in the apartment I was renting, if the situation escalated, I would likely bear even greater responsibility, leaving me in a very precarious position.

Peng Cheng was, in fact, a very pragmatic man. No matter how much he valued the deceased, the living soul of Jian Ning, who existed by his side, was the goal he would pursue henceforth.

In the end, Xu Liuzhen and several others who shared his views stirred up the audience, causing the lecture to conclude amidst heated debate. However, Jing Jian had prepared thoroughly for the day, and overall, the lecture was quite a success. Consequently, after it ended, Shen Songsheng, Wei Yun, and others personally stepped forward to shake his hand and offer their congratulations.

You Luo leaned in to look. Meow-lode was using his blood-stained hands to draw on the catalpa wood. It did not look like incantations, but rather natural landscapes such as the moon, the sun, mountains, and rivers.

"Alright, then I will help you." After a moment of contemplation, Ron sat cross-legged beside Rachel. He reached out and grasped one of her hands, channeling a stream of sun and moon vital energy through his palm into her body, guiding it to circulate along her meridians.

"I am a handsome and dashing man; I don't like men. What are you trying to do?" the man beside them pretended to be frightened, acting pitifully.

I had seen the old gentleman’s movements in the morning; they were truly clumsy, far from those of a martial arts master. The step he took this evening only confirmed that the old man’s abilities were limited and his speed was exceptionally slow.

"I know," Ron said calmly. Before Thomas left, he had already mentioned that he would come looking for Agatha again.

"York, I want to tell you that, in reality, my summoned beast is merely a mysterious summoned beast," Ron said unhurriedly.

Shortly after eight in the morning, the sky was overcast with dark clouds, and a torrential downpour was falling. The once chaotic and bustling Baidao City train station square was left with only a few people. Suddenly, a surge of travelers poured out of the exit; another group had arrived.

Not far away, Wuyu Wen Cangtian and Yan Guo Liuhen joined forces to deal with the player wielding the Universe Bag and two other Taoists using strange magical artifacts. On the other side, An Luohong and an unknown player were working together to confront a five-man enemy squad.

In the eyes of Beijing playboys like Duoluo Guanlu, the vast and mysterious region of Xinjiang felt somewhat out of place, but to Rong Quan, it had already become his second home.

The Huazu were the exception. During the Austro-Prussian War, Huazu soldiers, through their own bloody battles, established a golden reputation for themselves in Europe.

System Announcement: Guyue Villa has successfully captured the Vermilion Bird Altar, and the Vermilion Bird Divine Beast has been slain by Yiyun, the master of Guyue Villa.

This competition will continue until Luo Hou appears and all members have assembled. Everyone is keeping their recording functions enabled to serve as evidence.

Society cannot remain as stagnant as a pool of dead water. If it were to become so, the entire social structure would stiffen, the lower classes would fall into despair, and rebellions might even break out.

"Your Majesty, rest assured; we, your subjects, will certainly make those Tatars see clearly, ensuring that from this day forward, they will never again have the courage to provoke our Great Ming," Yang Jun said, taking a deep breath. Together with Shi Heng, he held his head high and replied to Zhu Qizhen.

As the saying goes, a grandmaster wanders the world, while the rising stars make their names in the pugilistic circle. I suppose I, too, have finally made a name for myself.

"Friend Zhou is quite right. We 'High-Buyers' never hide or obfuscate. The main incense hall for the seven southern provinces is built on 'Tongxin Island' in Dongting Lake, and we are not afraid of people knowing." Today, the High-Buyer organization is the only one left in China. Without competition, there is no pressure, and with the support of the government and the military, they naturally have no fear of being pried into.