Volume 1, Chapter 60: It Serves Him Right That He Died

With that, her gaze fell upon his chest.
In a place invisible to everyone else, an infant ghost was clinging to his chest.
Meanwhile, the yin energy emitted by those few yin children was steadily eroding his body.
"Seventh Brother, when word spread that you had vanished and yet were still alive, Master even sent people to search for you everywhere. Unfortunately, we haven't been able to find you in all these three years," Qi Yun'er added.
So, she was exposing my identity right in front of the Rong family, intending to make the Rong family take action and kill me.
The Brocade-Clad Guards all practiced top-tier martial arts and were nurtured with secret medicines from the palace. Their strength was extraordinary, far superior to the Rakshasa Ghosts.
Up to this point, that completely rotting malevolent ghost had not shown any ability to disguise itself as others; it seemed to rely solely on sight and hearing to hunt down those in hiding.
Furthermore, because the spiritual energy in the Netherworld was diluted to the absolute extreme, the cultivation speed of Yang Nian and the others was agonizingly slow.
Upon hearing this, Ye Lan widened her eyes and stared at Li Lin's neck, where she indeed spotted a faint, narrow ligature mark.
Chu Qian remained silent. As the third-born in his family, spending several hundred thousand to buy this diamond was already his absolute limit. Liu Feng was an only child, so he was naturally much wealthier than him.
Qi Yun'er tapped lightly with the back of her Autumn Water Blade, producing a crisp sound like that of jade or emerald.
"Chu Qian, it's not that I want to badmouth you, but as a wealthy second-generation heir, you're gifting a ten-carat diamond? Isn't that a bit too stingy?" Liu Feng laughed wildly, slowly pulling a pigeon-egg-sized sapphire ring from his pocket and personally placing it on Zhao Yanyan's finger.
This way, if he failed to find anyone in hiding, he wouldn't be punished either; instead, the true malevolent ghost would bear the punishment.
In his panic, the masked man managed a desperate twist of his body and dodged the blow, but the brush of the palm wind knocked his mask right off.
Speaking incoherently, she helped Ye Jingheng over to the sofa and then bolted without looking back, as if running any slower would trap her there forever.
"Things have already come to this, whatever happens, happens! If you lot want to throw punches, come at me together; I've got other business to attend to shortly!" The young man in military uniform curled his lip and said with arrogant disdain.
The One-Eyed Owl did not give chase, instead dropping back to the ground and extending four scale-kaku as thick as water barrels from her back. They whipped through the air, continuously thrusting toward Wuyue.
A large crowd of people had gathered. Seeing that the owner of the laboratory had arrived and was staring blankly at the sample display case, sensing that the situation looked rather ominous, nearly everyone held their breath and focused intently.
"Mayor Situ, past noon today, we will be facing starvation. Our remaining food can only sustain us for one more meal!" Zhang Jiali said worriedly.
Before she could finish her sentence, she felt someone wrap their arms tightly around her waist. Startled, the plate in her hand dropped to the floor with a loud clang, and before she even had time to raise her head, she felt herself lifted into mid-air.
Hearing this question, Gu Jianhua was visibly stunned. It was probably because he hadn't mentioned the Xia family's elderly couple in so long that it took him a moment to process it.
There was still some time before morning self-study began, and since eating breakfast wasn't allowed inside the classroom, Ye Miao took her mixed dry noodles outside to eat.
Nearly all the disciples and elders knew that such a formidable yet entirely unconventional fellow had appeared on Great Bamboo Peak.
"Can his steel body not withstand a missile?" Xiao En asked, unable to help himself as he listened to this fellow wax poetic.
The speeding race car suddenly drifted, leaving black skid marks scraped across the ground. When it finally came to a halt, half of its wheel was already hanging over the edge of the dazzling abyss, causing audience members with a fear of heights to involuntarily swallow hard.
On this night, a powerful air current swirling across the Western Pacific exerted its mighty energy to squeeze the skies over Southern California. Heavy clouds gathered and the wind howled; though Los Angeles's night was usually brilliant, the Midely district was plunged into utter darkness.