Chapter 71: Not a Single One Shall Live (Part Two)

Everyone’s heart skipped a beat. While Dasha spoke, he extended the stack of papers in his hand toward Yun Shuang, and everyone saw that the very first sheet indeed bore her portrait, along with her name, age, and address scrawled beneath it. Most alarming of all, a large red cross had been drawn over Yun Shuang’s likeness, and in an even more hurried hand, words like “harlot,” “die,” and “unfit to live” were scribbled across the page.

Breathing in the fresh air of the garden and watching the children play and chase one another, her spirits lifted a little, and a smile appeared on her face. Yu Tang had resolved to get along well with Madam Xiang—when she returned home yesterday and opened the purse Madam Xiang had given her, she found it filled with golden melon seeds.

But this matter had nothing to do with Pei Yan or the Pei family, and Pei Yan didn’t need to know of it.

“That’s fine, whatever makes you happy,” Chen Xianglian had no objections; as long as the two sisters were happy, that was all that mattered.

Those who had been shorting without enough margin, or who’d been living in fear, could now finally rest easy—no wonder there was a sudden surge in the market that afternoon, the news must have leaked in advance.

Both let out a sigh of relief. Zou Chen shot Jiang Jingshu a glance, and only then did Jiang Jingshu realize what was happening.

“What is it? Is everything taken care of?” Chen Ji didn’t even check the number and answered the call directly. Yeling, beside him, was momentarily stunned, still unsure what was happening.

She struggled to sit up and was surveying the room when a faint sound came from the doorway. She froze, her body tensing instinctively as she slowly dragged her heavy frame toward a spot where she could hide.

“Jianxi, we’ve arrived…” She didn’t know how long she’d been unconscious, but the shouting from the northern wing woke her. She snapped her eyes open, cold determination flashing within them.

Jianxi ignored her. After all, her belongings had been carefully selected and would eventually be discovered anyway, so she simply let the others inspect them and handed over the invitation.

“Shuo, surely you’re not planning to lure them into a trap, are you?!” When Mo Qiyu heard Su Shuo’s troop deployments, she immediately guessed that Su Shuo intended to confront Zhao Lingjie head-on, setting up an ambush from all sides.

Although Guan Jinyi moved with silent steps, the wind as he passed was noticed by Gongsun Mu. If not for drawing his sword in defense, Guan Jinyi’s thrust would have surely pierced him clean through.

Thump, thump—it sounded like a heartbeat, a sound emanating from within the coffin itself, making the atmosphere even more tense.

At this moment, Grandmother didn’t correct Qin Jiu for calling Old Shi’s wife by that name, but she still reminded her not to use it in front of outsiders.

“Dad, I swear it wasn’t intentional. It was Han Qian—Han Qian seduced me,” Xu Zilong stammered in his defense.

I understood those looks. We humans always wear such expressions when faced with a powerful savior. I sensed that they wouldn’t attack us; in fact, they seemed deeply respectful, perhaps because we’d just slain that giant infant. That creature, which preyed on these fur-clad humans, must have been their mortal enemy.

After the sound was transmitted, before Fang Yuan could even react, Su Jingxing on the other end was already anxiously asking questions.

They had no idea how precious the item was, or what it was really worth, but it was certainly far more than five taels of silver.

More than three thousand people marched grandly into Jiutong Village, only to find yet another gate barring the mountain path, still with no guard in sight.

Until yesterday, Li Tianchen had been so poor he could barely keep himself fed, but overnight he was driving a Mars 740 and dining at a place as upscale as Yipinxuan.

Dream City was just as it had always been, brimming with decadence and excess. Yet this time, when Ye Kai stepped across its threshold, he felt something different. Gazing up at the massive stone stele out front, where the words “Dream City” were inscribed in bold, sweeping strokes, he seemed to recall something from the past, and shook his head with a sigh.