Chapter 67: An Unimaginable Possibility (Part

Da Jin took a deep breath and continued, “Until one day, the wife who lived next door wanted to return some sewing supplies she had previously borrowed from Hu Li’s mother. But when she arrived at the Hu household and called at the door for quite a while, no one answered. Normally, Hu Li’s mother would have been home at that hour. The neighbor saw that the main door was left slightly ajar. After a moment’s hesitation, she pushed it open and stepped inside.

The Hu family’s kitchen was in the front courtyard. Upon entering, she saw a fire burning in the stove, which made her certain Hu Li’s mother was home, so she proceeded further in.

In the end, Liu Ruohan’s temperament bore a certain resemblance to Liu Ruoxue’s; she could not tolerate being neglected or distrusted by those she cared about.

At the evening banquet, Li Tai sent all the best dishes to Empress Zhangsun, who was overjoyed.

Shrapnel from the grenade exploded outward, shredding those nearby into sieves. The fragments of bows and arrows torn apart by the blast further injured even more people.

Ye Qian stepped out of the hospital room and saw Gu Chaoxi, with her back turned, staring absentmindedly at Su Yutong’s departing figure. Bitterness flickered in her eyes, and her hand, hidden within her mink coat, clenched tightly all of a sudden.

Wen Li frowned but said nothing, simply stepping forward. She immediately noticed the trunk had already been opened.

In fact, both Liu Ruoxue and Liu Ruohan gave some credence to Qiu Yun’s suspicions, but whether things were truly as they seemed mattered little in the end.

Although I wanted nothing more than to leap into the water and settle accounts with the river ghost, I resolutely picked up Fatty and Sophie, told Shiba Laku to guard Fan Lei in the tree hollow no matter what happened, and then dashed northwest.

In the blink of an eye, Sha Na was blasted by the shockwave of a bomb, dust covering him. With a wry smile, he ran as he explained to the pursuing Paris.

Just then, a man with a gun climbed out of a camouflaged jeep ahead and strode toward them, eyes brimming with murderous intent.

This was not unusual; at most, it might be seen as an act of rebellion. Before any real action was taken, it would be regarded as nothing more than another “brigand’s banner,” just as before.

After hurriedly settling Qin Yibai and the others, Gu Ji eagerly departed with four wisteria vines, apologizing for his abruptness.

Their gazes clashed in midair, each stabbing pain into the other’s eyes—yet to their surprise, neither found within the other the animosity they’d expected.

When the terrorist joint unit, hot on the heels of Zhan Xiage and Zhao Haiping, reached the spot, they discovered that the two had left behind several cacti for them.

They strolled and played along the way; whenever fierce sandstorms or the scorching sun appeared, Qin Yibai dealt with them. As a result, the journey through Niya was so pleasant it felt like a carefree stroll through their own backyard.

“Disciple of the True Teaching, Huang Qingyun, pays respects to the Master! May the Ancestor be blessed for eternity, may the Master and Elder enjoy lasting peace,” Huang Qingyun intoned respectfully.

Then, with a wave and a shout of “I’m off!” at King Blackwood, he sprinted out of the forest.

During this period, religious figures on Earth who had once been associated with the Six Spirits remained uncharacteristically quiet, as if freed from their influence. What vexed Qin Yibai now were the foolish decisions of certain world leaders.

Should the day of final battle truly arrive, Eric’s appearance would certainly bring them a surprise.

A gentleman is like a temple idol: you see him sitting upright, receiving incense and obeisance, but you will never see that the statue is filled inside with nothing but dirt and decayed grass.

“All right… but what excuse can I use to find Ji Hefeng…” Rain Pianpian nodded reluctantly. The matter of robbing the imperial tomb was indeed grave; she had never considered just how terrifying it was before.

Of course, this was mainly because cultivators at the fifteenth level of the Fish-Dragon Realm possessed astonishing powers of recovery; otherwise, no matter how great their reserves, so many activations would have depleted them by now.

Li Yi spent the entire afternoon in the stream, training furiously and reaping rich rewards.

After about ten minutes, everyone finished up, departing one by one in excitement, until only Xing Yue and Ye Zishan remained.

In the air, ripples surged outward in waves, sweeping across the land as if the end of the world had arrived.

Between two points, the shortest distance is a straight line. Yet this truth from a former life does not hold on the wondrous continent of Danwu.

“It’s me.” Qing Kou leapt lightly from the tree, a smile on his lips, a repeating crossbow in his right hand.

“You’re late. Don’t you know I can’t remain outside for long?” In the dim light, the person’s voice was hoarse, their face hidden beneath a voluminous cloak.

“I—I… I’m Qing Kou, not particularly skilled. Making it here at all is only thanks to my companions,” he stammered nervously.

“Don’t you recognize them? I used to live in the same apartment as those girls. Have you forgotten? We’re just here for a little visit.” Liu Shuang was in his element, spinning a web of lies as he always had.

The crowd sighed. Consort Ru was rarely seen in public, but all who had met them knew Emperor Zongzhen’s obsession with her bordered on madness. The decline in his heirs was not due to age, but because the beauties of his harem meant nothing to him.

With a faint response, Feng Wan turned to leave, but was unexpectedly stopped by Feng Qing, who pressed a hand on her shoulder.

They had thought the only issue was Ran Deng seizing the opportunity to establish the Minghe Sect first—never expecting Kunpeng to be involved behind the scenes.

“Then eat more.” Fan Jin, unable to resist his adorable expression, pinched his cheek lightly before picking up a grilled spirit fish for herself.

Fan Jin paused, a moment of confusion on her face, before suddenly recalling that on the night she’d barged into his room, she’d promised to treat him to a meal. She honestly hadn’t expected him to remember it so clearly.