Chapter 39: The Plague

Five days passed in the blink of an eye.

On the day of the Qingming Festival, Chunzhi returned from outside and ran to Jiang Ning in a panic. "Your Highness, it’s terrible!"

"Outside... there are so many people who have been infected with the plague."

Upon hearing this news, Jiang Ning was not surprised.

Ming Nuan could feel Qi Junze’s arms tightening around her, and she could sense the steady beating of his heart and the warmth radiating from his chest.

I read that note many times, analyzed the handwriting, then tore it to shreds and threw it into the wind and rain outside. I reached into my pocket for a cigarette, wanting to light one, only to find they were all soaked through.

But at least he had finally gotten his foot in the door, which made Old Wang exceptionally happy. He felt that his craft would be passed on and wouldn't be buried in the wilderness once he was laid to rest.

Time ticked away, and everyone gathered to discuss the situation, yet they still found no solution.

"There hasn't been any progress. The hospital costs are just too high, and the doctors suggested home care. A few days ago, we specifically bought a nursing bed and equipment for nasal feeding, and we even hired a professional caregiver," Zhang Min said.

Having easily dealt with the invading enemies, Lin did not rest. He stepped onto the black mist once more and sped across the peaks of the snow-capped mountains.

Huo Ran might never understand that sometimes, one doesn't need to be together to be in love. In fact, distance can create even more beauty.

"As it happens, I am in need of a Spirit Gathering Pill, and I ask the Ancestor to grant my request." With these words, Liang Chen held out a fiery red spirit fruit.

A blinding white light transformed into a massive cage, trapping Naga and Bai Mu, who were attempting to flee. They were like cornered beasts fighting for their lives.

"Mom, please just let me go. I promise I’ll be obedient and won't run off," Ming Xi ran to Chen Guiyun’s side and pleaded.

They immediately let out a roar, choosing to self-destruct their physical bodies. Their powerful primordial spirits broke free from the constraints of their flesh and manifested directly before the two ice thorns. With bloodshot eyes, they glared fixedly at Qiao Hua, gathering the celestial energy within their spirits to launch a magical counterattack.

"Take me home, and then you go home too," Qin Cang said after getting into the car. He leaned back against the seat, closed his eyes slightly, rested his hands behind his head, and spoke languidly.

"Hmph, do you realize that before I came to the Northern Underworld, Lang Xiaochen had already been to Xuanyuan?"

In the collision with the "Underworld Guidance" death beam, they gradually began to lose the upper hand.

"There's no rush to leave, and I don't want to trouble you, but since we’re at your doorstep, don't you intend to invite us in for a seat?" Qin Cang gave Su Anbang no chance to make excuses, standing almost directly in the doorway, refusing to budge an inch.

Shui Xingyun was a person of terrifying talent and status. In the Royal Capital, he was a prominent and respected figure. While he still lagged behind the true geniuses, he remained a distinguished scion of a noble family.

Under Murong Qingran’s painstaking efforts to reorganize it, the Heavenly Gate finally got on track. Through rigorous testing, many assassins were eliminated, and those who remained were the elite of the elite. Murong Qingran personally taught them the qualities required of an assassin, unifying the internal and external standards of the Heavenly Gate and turning it into a true organization within the assassin world.

Xia Liu and Baxia adopted a waiting strategy on the enemy's side, digging a shallow cave deep underground.

Suddenly, black light surged from the three men's hands, gradually forming a massive black web in the air that began to close in on the black beast.

"Brother, the Star-Iron Staff is so heavy and hard, how are you able to hold it with your hands?" Zhuang An asked.

A single strike, and gods and ghosts wept. At this moment, this phrase perfectly described the lethal sword strike unleashed by Lin Tianya! For with that single blow, he had slaughtered a hundred men who were charging toward him.