Chapter Fifty-Three: Lan Shanlai

A chill swept over her back, and in the next instant, she was lifted off the ground like a chick, her feet dangling as she was hurled straight into the abyssal darkness.

Thud!

She plunged into water so frigid it seemed to freeze her in a heartbeat; her hands could not move, and the spiritual energy within her lay utterly dormant, as if half of it had simply vanished.

In her mind, the system crackled with static for a few brief seconds before falling completely silent, offering not the slightest response.

Just as she—

Song Chen, as if anticipating this, shifted his foot back the moment Gao Yu was about to touch him.

Mo Han saw her eating with great relish, but some things had to be said now—otherwise, she would only be hurt more deeply later.

And for such a momentous matter, her imperial brother had left everything for her to handle? Was this because he trusted her so much, or did he simply overestimate her abilities?

If he had to put it into words, Lin Bin thought he was the kind of person who, if you gave him an inch, would return a mile.

“It’s coming. Didn’t you say you weren’t afraid to die? Then just stand aside and watch. Don’t wet your pants in fright later.” Lu Ke patted Ye Guming on the shoulder and chuckled softly.

Right now, Feng Yuxiu was like a ticking time bomb—the first priority was to keep that bomb from going off! Everything else could be dealt with later.

“Banditry is rampant in Pingyang. Have either of you devised any strategies?” Wen Yinghan’s gaze was icy, his brows drawn like swords, and his eyes shot a warning toward the two, deftly shifting the subject.

“We’ve already met three times by chance, miss. As the saying goes, three is a charm. Would you care to join me for some tea at my clinic? It would be a pleasure to formally make your acquaintance.” Qi Lu spoke up.

“Didn’t you always say healing the sick and saving lives was your calling? Why, when it comes to me, does it suddenly become a personal favor? You’re not expecting me to offer myself in gratitude, are you? If so, I suppose I have no choice but to graciously comply,” Wen Yinghan lifted an eyebrow, growing ever more audacious before her, seizing every opportunity to draw nearer.

Add to this his actual workload, and he was running far beyond capacity. He had managed to keep things together until the birth of his ‘little sister’ in February—having a second child threw everything into chaos.

Fu Yao lowered her lashes, gazing at the poisoned wine in her hand. She raised it and drank in a single motion, decisive and ruthless toward herself.

And so, he obtained a new power—the immortality of the soul, true eternal life.

Xie Liangguang stared in disbelief as he snatched the computer, his eyes fixed on the screen. He read it through three or four times before he was forced to accept the truth.

“Didn’t you hear me tell you to call the police?” Qin Shizhou turned back, annoyed, only to meet Yu Qi’s eyes—smiling, yet icy cold. The surge of anger in his mind instantly gave way to embarrassment and regret.

At the time, Xu Ji hadn’t considered mass production, letting Nanny Wen tinker on her own, so the wine she made was simply purer and tasted better.

But what they didn’t know was that the entire story was fabricated by the Nine-Tails himself, and even he had no idea how to explain Tuan Zang’s motives.

Meanwhile, in the same room, on a separate couch, Lian Ye lay limp and motionless, her body drenched in cold sweat.

Xu Ji had only taken a single bite before her brows knit in displeasure. Her stomach, pampered for years by Nanny Wen and the others, could detect the difference at once.

When Gongsun Hu besieged the city, he brought not a single soldier. Instead, he had his disciples release swarms of insects—creatures he’d raised for years, known as “Soul Chasers.” These insects could seize a person’s soul in an instant, rendering them subject to his will.

Having been robbed of her task, Xue Qianya could only turn around, fetch the washbasin, and attend to Xu Ji as she washed her hands.

Still, they found themselves intrigued by this so-called Chaos Army, for in all their lives, they had never encountered such a force.

Put yourself in his shoes—if you were Scorpion, what would you want now? Fan Tianlei’s attention? His regret? Or perhaps for Fan Tianlei to come here in person?