Seeking Death

Anyway, I have no desire to look at that finger again—there’s nothing worth seeing, and just the memory leaves a shadow in my heart.

There are two classmates named Yang in our class. One, Zhang Yang, is already dead; the other, Liu Yang, now seems half out of his mind with fright.

It’s been two months, with no evidence at all—who would believe his claim that as soon as the warehouse door opened, everything vanished?

This is a planet covered in emerald green, yet with little sign of true life. There are hardly any mineral resources, either. Although the planet is blanketed with lush trees and vegetation, that doesn’t mean the soil is rich. On the contrary, the land here is extremely barren.

No sooner had we finished eating and drinking than night fell. Everyone was exhausted from trekking through the desert for days, so after the meal, we all collapsed onto the sand and fell into a deep sleep.

That’s why he didn’t make things difficult for Wu Lingyu, especially since he was so outstanding and doted on her so much.

“I wonder how long the competition will last. The item is already with you—waiting a few more days won’t hurt,” Sima Youyue said uncertainly.

Lin Sese quickly opened the car door and stepped out. The moment her feet touched the ground, Li Weiting slammed the accelerator, roaring off so fast that the side mirror nearly knocked her down.

It’s like those who sell ready-made clothes—Fang Pingying noticed that most of the clothing sold at the supply and marketing co-op was the old-fashioned kind, in dull colors, but some shops here had quite trendy designs. The shopkeeper said they were brought in from the south.

And those who managed affairs for General Qin, who had been transferred directly from Han Yuan’s men, stopped communicating with them altogether since last winter.

Tong let out two dissatisfied whimpers, and at that moment, Lin Yichen emerged from the office, carrying her chair.

It’s as if I’m some lecher lurking in the night, a thief in the rain—she leaves not a single chance for me to get close.

“Elder Zhong, do you think if I set foot in Thailand again this time, I’ll be able to take my revenge with my own hands and return with blood-stained wings?” Nalan Mengxiong suddenly turned, his eyes cold as winter stars, fixing Zhong Tiandao with an unwavering gaze.

“What, are you embarrassed about your National Security status?” Qian Yue’s steps faltered a bit; she couldn’t keep up with Zhou Yi.

Back at Xingyuan, with some foreign liquor and a couple of pills, he lay down and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Dressed in a gown as graceful as a blue phoenix, Mu Yanningxi suddenly appeared in Mu Yan Ningjing’s room.

Lin Feng wholeheartedly agreed, and couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride—descendants of Yan and Huang were indeed remarkable.

“Yes, actually, healing with the Magic Ring is essentially using its ‘spatial energy’ to treat injuries. Just think of this energy as the inner force you talk about on Earth. Of course, the more you use it, the less there is,” Tesla explained.

Thinking back, Chen Sheng realized that Xin’er probably resisted coming to City A because of this guy.

“Enjoy myself?” Yang Hua gave a bitter smile, then slammed the door shut.

Zhao Lingtou charged with spear in hand toward Prince Xu, Zhao Yuanxi. He was a formidable warrior, and when the prince’s personal cavalry tried to block him, he struck them down one after another.

Who could have guessed that when Lord Jiuyou, Shangguan Youdan, returned to the Jiuyou Palace, his first wife—long ill with longing—was already on her deathbed and died of joy upon seeing him.

Not only was he dark-skinned, but his heart was dark as well—ruthless and infamous, he made a name for himself in the capital, founding an underground organization called the Black Dragon Hall.

Jinyin said, “Why are you so worried? I’ve heard a lot about your enemies. You claim you fear no one below the divine emperor, but what if a divine emperor comes after you?”

The two entered a room filled with clothing. Manli first sized up A Si, then fetched a dark blue suit and a white shirt for him.

Thunder rumbled in the grandstands, the crowd was boisterous and loud, yet even in such chaos, the order at the competition venue remained well maintained as the freshmen hurried to their places.

For this reason, the Duan family’s rule in Dali was deeply entrenched; if it were forcibly abolished, the kingdom would be torn by war and fall apart. Even if Yang Dezhong claimed the throne, it would mean little then.

In the blink of an eye, another ten years had passed. During this decade, Long Luo had remained in seclusion within the Demon-Slaying Rankings, and the Blood-Slaughter Alliance had made no major moves. Before shutting himself away, Long Luo had instructed Zhu Erdan and Yan Ziliu that unless the demon clan acted, the Alliance should lay low—after all, this was the Blood Sky Continent.

The night was likely deep. Across the mining site, apart from the drone of the generator, there was almost no other sound. It was as though this place was cut off from the outside world.

That faint ripple of energy just now had carried a trace of killing intent. Since Lv Xuan hadn’t locked onto that familiar aura, he mistakenly thought it was Ren Zhonglong’s uncle giving it off.

After saying this, Wei Yuan turned and left without hesitation, catching the Zheng family completely off guard.

Up close, the man’s brows were like distant mountains, his eyes bright as stars, his nose prominent, and his lips curved with a touch of confidence and pride.

Though the map was already a decade or two old, it was far clearer than any circulating on the market.

Chi Li let out a breath, glanced down at her alluring curves, and raised her brows with confidence—who could resist such a delicate beauty?

Jiang Anning followed her gaze—it was a storybook she had picked up absentmindedly while waiting for the shop owner to prepare her order.

She looked over the entire roster, taking only half an hour for lunch, and didn’t finish until evening.

“These five spiritual veins are worth five hundred billion top-grade spiritual stones. We still need to recover eighty billion—can we use soul crystals or special soul liquid as substitutes?” Chief Steward Yin inquired.

Three more days passed with no word, but by now, the security guards at Shanghang Art School were already used to such disappearances.

That’s why the emperor would surely try to thwart their plan to migrate and stop them from leaving the capital.

Zhan Yi tilted his head to look at her, his eyes questioning, as if An Man had just asked something ridiculous.

Li Huo and the others stared at me in surprise, then burst into laughter—such happy laughter that the more they laughed, the more bitter I felt.

“I am Feng Shaojie, the notorious bandit chief from the legend of the Wolf Clan, the one who plunders food from the common folk. Haha, do I look the part?” The rumors among the Wolf Clan always painted Feng Shaojie as a thoroughly evil man.

“What’s gotten into you, Bloodthirsty Demon? Have you eaten leopard’s gall today?” Upon hearing such insolence from an ant who once dared not even show his face, Chi You was enraged, his voice full of menace, clearly ready to fight at the slightest provocation.