Volume 1, Chapter 39: The Skeleton Witch

The Empress Dowager raised her hand to silence the crowd's dispute, smiling as she said, "I know you are all considerate of me, thinking of my health, but the palace is lonely. I simply wish to have a well-behaved junior to keep me company and enjoy the simple warmth of family."

After all, Lin Feng acting as a shield for Chu Shuwan proved he wasn't swayed by money. Yet, saying such things now made him appear incredibly greedy.

In the end, under Shen Ruoxi’s firm intervention, Shen Yiyi sulkily bought several sets of cute cartoon lingerie, her face brimming with displeasure.

However, the Master’s spear still pierced his chest, and blood splattered into the air with the rapid rotation of the weapon.

A rowdy mob, like a swarm of pests, charged toward the bar, while Su Rang was left behind, miserably packing a mountain of luggage.

If it were a girl like Li Xinyao, that would be one thing; given her talent, beauty, and noble background, one could only feel sour with jealousy in one’s heart, unable to compare.

Hearing Ding Qi’s words, the criminal police officer said no more. Since Ding Qi was personally handling the surveillance of Gao Fengyi, what else could he possibly say?

The original black flag bearing the character "Cao" had vanished without a trace, replaced by a green flag with the character "Wu," and the city walls still bore the scars of war. Although Langya City was considered a fairly large city within Qingzhou, it had fallen four days ago under the pincer attack of Chen Yang and Bao Bao’s armies.

"What do you mean?" Lin Feng asked, stunned, not quite understanding what Cheng Yu was implying, or perhaps, unsure of the significance of her words.

A maid had just come to report that the Second Madam Zheng had arrived. Mother Yao had felt something was off immediately and sent someone to investigate.

He seemed quite fond of measuring her waist, but Shi Run was embarrassed and coyly tried to avoid his touch.

"Hahahaha..." A distinct, hearty laugh erupted from Old Carl. He pointed a finger at Zhou Mo as if seeing right through him, looking like a crafty old fox who understood everything without needing a word to be said.

"That's enough. Withdraw from here immediately and hide according to your leader’s arrangements," Chen Mo said with a faint smile.

Speaking of this, the Lu woman deliberated for a moment before adding, "I have been observing coldly; I fear Her Highness the Princess of Jiangdu is truly furious. She hasn't concerned herself with state affairs for years. Although there are a few Chancellors in the court holding things down, in the end—" Even if a Chancellor is the head of all officials, they are still mere subjects and always fall short.

Having said this, Zhou Mo completely failed to grasp the situation. Anyone pulled from this room was at least two or three ranks above him; why would such figures call him for a meeting? This wasn't an internal meeting of the Anti-Gang and Narcotics Division.

Zhou Mo had certainly attended that party. Not only him, but every department head in the police station had gone. But the problem was, the Governor had spoken many platitudes with a smile on his face before handing the stage to the retired chief, never once mentioning who would be taking over.

Chen Mo nodded. The Five Extreme Sacred Beasts were accustomed to staying at the five extremities of every world. They were descendants of the Chaotic Canglong, and since this was the Great World of the Chaotic Canglong, they would autonomously head toward the five extremities.

Fortunately, the Kun-beast did not realize that its food had slipped out of its mouth. With the concealment provided by the Monk Wuxin, they survived until the Kun-beast finished breathing and flew toward the Sea Eye without incident.

"Yes, Master." Qing Peng sighed helplessly and set the alchemy furnace on the ground. With a wave of his hand, the City Lord of Tianyuan sent the furnace to some unknown place.

Next was the distribution of the ebony wood. Night King took it directly; he intended to be an archer, and light armor was the best equipment type for that class. With his wealth, he wouldn't let this opportunity pass. After some negotiation, Night King simply asked everyone for their account details, topped up their monthly subscriptions, and took the wood.

The scene was heart-stopping. Ma Dadao was sweating profusely. At that moment, Lin Feng and his two companions had already charged in front of Que’er. Lin Feng gave a wicked smile, preparing to snatch the antidote from her hand. At that instant, everyone watched with bated breath, knowing that if the antidote were seized, they would have no hope of salvation.

Carly stared at Chu Yun with eyes as round as a rabbit's for a long while before shaking her head.

"I’ve come to save you. Now, untie their belts and bind them all up," Li Baocheng coldly ordered Huang Kai.

The black mist dissipated, and a bestial roar filled with intense killing intent echoed out. Wu Hao and the others stared at the dissipating mist in shock.

Suddenly, Xiao Guo had appeared out of nowhere, leaving everyone stunned. What was going on? Why was there another iron-masked man?

Under Lu Tianxiang’s Dragon Roar, the sturdy headquarters building of Bolbisser threatened to collapse, only narrowly held up by the old men at the very end. As for the puppet, it was left muddle-headed; it seemed this Dragon Roar, filled with energy and spiritual power, was incredibly potent.

The next day, Li Baocheng continued to fly with the Divine Eagle. This time, the altitude dropped to about a hundred meters. Li Baocheng observed very carefully; having previously executed missions near the dam, he could vaguely remember its location, yet after circling several times, he still could not find it.

After the Blood Venerable left, Iluka slumped onto the large chair, eyes vacant as he muttered to himself. A moment later, seemingly remembering something, he hurried into the room.

The monkey seemed to want a cup to taste, but Chu Yun knocked his hand away with a chopstick.

Thus, the path taken by the first-generation Lu Tianxiang and the path started by the second generation diverged drastically.

As for the other fallen Collaborationist soldiers, it had nothing to do with them; surviving was all that mattered.

The tooth general breathed a bit more easily, dismounted, pulled two iron balls from the leather bag hanging on his saddle, and held them high to hand them to Lü Meng.

When Zhao Hao returned to his quarters, he found them looking brand new, which meant that someone had been cleaning his residence frequently during his absence.