Chapter 43: Will You Go Out with Me?

Shen Suinian hurried forward and removed her helmet. The little girl's sweat-drenched, flushed face showed just how utterly exhausted she was.

Jian Tang panted heavily as she accused him, "You—you're trying to murder me for my money."

Looking at the young man, the butler nodded hesitantly. Although it was rather difficult to believe every word the boy had said, given that all these events had already transpired right before his eyes, he had no choice left but to accept whatever would come next.

Originally, Di He was not supposed to emerge from seclusion for a few more days, but because the news brought by Wei Yuanzi was urgent, he forced himself to break his seclusion precisely on this half-month mark.

For a moment, they stared with strange expressions as the ghosts outside abruptly ceased their rampage, placing their palms together in front of their chests with deeply pious looks.

If she wanted to use it, he might consider whether or not to lend it to her. But if it were for someone he did not know at all, he was entirely unwilling.

When Ding Da clicked confirm, her body moved uncontrollably toward the iron bars. In the deathly silence that followed, the sound of her own heartbeat felt exceptionally harsh.

Watching the others continue to gather herbs, Su Mu's gaze narrowed. After pondering for a moment, he stood up and walked over to Ma Tian.

Nan He also glanced around. There was congee, noodles, wontons, and rice noodles nearby, but none of them particularly appealed to her appetite.

As soon as he climbed onto the bed, Fatty Zhu seemed to find his comfort zone, wrapping both arms securely around Lao Jiu. A sweet smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and within five minutes, he was fast asleep. Lao Jiu gently slipped his arms out from under Fatty Zhu's grasp, took off his shoes and outer garments, tucked him in securely, and quietly slipped out of the room.

"No, Ninth Brother, wait a minute..." Bai Ruyu kicked and flailed, but how could Lao Jiu possibly pay her any attention? He simply slung her over his shoulder and carried her straight into the bedroom.

The beam of the flashlight was swallowed by the darkness, unable to reach very far at all. Ahead, aside from that voice, there was utter silence.

The voice was hollow, yet completely devoid of any discernible source. Not only were we startled, but we also felt a wave of terror—a primordial fear born deep within our own hearts, whose origin eluded us. We had no idea what fate awaited the grey-robed elder, and it was precisely this uncertainty that bred our dread.

Ling Yefeng's lips curved upward into a faint smile. He felt as though his entire body were being subjected to a thousand cuts, while his soul seemed to be violently tearing apart. What kind of sensation was this?

Freed from his bonds, Jin Yun watched Han Zhenhan utter those rambling, nonsensical words. The more Han spoke, the more unnerved Jin Yun became; deep down, he had already guessed that Han Zhenhan intended to kill him.

In truth, without needing him to point it out, my attention had already drifted back to the black figure within Mirror Lake. After the fire seal locked the Stone of Life and Death, the figure had suddenly shifted its angle, turning its back toward them as if its hands were moving, though what it was doing to the stone remained a mystery.

This scene reminded Han Zhenhan of the appearance of his beloved grandfather when he passed away—that was also the year before he left the continent of China, when he cried so uncontrollably that he had no idea how his tears could possibly keep flowing.

Yet Ling Yefeng felt not a shred of joy. To him, this child had truly come at the wrong time. He gazed at me with a solemn expression, his lips pressed tightly into a straight line, as though he were making a momentous decision.

As expected, the Fu Firm held a press conference that very afternoon. Fu Jinjin personally stepped forward, showing not the slightest bit of backing down in his words, sounding even more resolute than what Jian Yijun had previously declared before the crowd.

"Senior Brother Haichang, you don't need to worry about that. We have at least that much certainty. The Eight Trigrams Formation is merely complex in its variations; setting it up shouldn't pose any major problems," said the senior brother, waving a hand dismissively at Senior Brother Haichang.

P.S.: Vision-protective goggles operate on a principle similar to a "two-way mirror," embedding special materials in the center of the lenses and utilizing magic to ensure the Basilisk's gaze cannot meet Field's eyes. It must be remembered that Basilisks kill through direct eye contact.

Naturally, the strength of these Earth Fire Dragons was far from low. At the Fourth Tier of Innate Realm, they could be considered supreme masters anywhere.

In a mere instant, the Storm Legion's infantry phalanx wiped out a full thousand Black Wind Bandit cavalrymen.

As the "domino-style" attack landed, the Terracotta Army clone shattered completely—to say it was blown to smithereens would be no exaggeration.

"Pfft!" Overwhelmed by both shock and anxiety, the elderly Old Man Tian finally coughed up a mouthful of dark blood, his body swaying as he threatened to collapse unconscious onto the ground.

At that moment, a blue figure soared over from the lake located in the woods outside the courtyard, its cries filled with pure delight. Recognizing it as his mother, the Miniature Dragon immediately flew toward her. Seeing the mother and child reunited, Wang Ge figured he must be the odd one out, so he scooped up Togepi and went off to sleep.

Lin Ze carefully inspected the Soul-Suppressing Mirror in his hand. It wasn't completely beyond repair, but it would require a massive expenditure of both energy and wealth.

"A fifty percent chance. But don't worry, even if I fail, the Sword Saint of Mount Shu won't do anything to me," Qin Yun said as casually as possible.

Xu Zhi was still pondering how to phrase Zhang Kun's rejection when he froze upon hearing the response. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected Zhang Kun to agree so readily and directly, casually tossing out a price tag of ten million.

"Right, that vehicular energy shield looked a bit familiar. No matter how I look at it, it resembles the energy containment field designed by Reed on his spaceship to fend off cosmic storms. Could it really have been designed by that guy?" The thought flashed through Wu Ming's mind, and the more he pondered it, the more plausible it seemed.

Fortunately, occasionally taking "Big Black" out for a spin and sorting through his own thoughts helped lift his spirits slightly. Thus, he was able to keep writing his little pieces.

Without a signal, communication with the outside world was severed. Most of the students followed the crowd in a daze, completely oblivious to what had happened. They only felt the tremors; some claimed the building's construction was faulty and it was about to collapse, others muttered about an earthquake, and some thought it was just their imagination. In short, everyone had a different theory.

"I want to learn self-hypnosis to dull the pain; subconsciousness acting up, missing you to the point of insomnia. I walk through a room without you..." The ringtone rang.

Outside, the two men chatted idly. Inside, seeing that the person keeping watch over him had stepped out, Xiao Wei finally glanced at Long Mei and Xiao Dongdong beside him.

Qin Di guessed that the "absorption" technique mentioned probably referred to martial arts that drained others' internal energy. In movies and literature, such arts had always been the domain of unorthodox sects, which explained why Ye Qingxuan held them in such utter disdain.

"I think this one suits you quite well. Her family isn't short on money, she has a great figure, and she's pretty," Zhang Ping adjusted his glasses and said to me, watching the receding figure.

Having stayed awake all night, Steve did not feel the least bit sleepy. What he needed to do now far outweighed the triviality of sleep in this world. The heavy tones of Xuan Moxie and Elder Kong weighed upon his heart like a massive boulder.