Chapter 141: The Scent of Nightmare

One month later.
Tania, Viscount territory.
In the silent village, Lucas and his teammates pushed open door after door.
They had come here to carry out a mission delivered directly by Her Holiness the Saintess.
Lucas and his former adventuring companions had formed a new squad, active on the battlefield ever since the war began.
This was a squad composed entirely of professionals, with Lucas as a Silver-rank...
Attempting to communicate with Grandpa Keiko for the second time, his expression was much more relaxed than before, as if he intended to open his heart to me as well, which made me feel slightly more at ease.
Was he asking her to eat what he had already eaten? Chen Man was a bit bewildered, yet found it somewhat amusing. As someone with a mild streak of germaphobia, looking at the pitiful-looking boy before her, she found it surprisingly difficult to refuse in this situation.
She remembered the words her grandmother had left for her—that she must learn from Song Qingtian—so she silently committed these two terms to memory, planning to ask Song Qingtian for guidance once she was free.
But the apparition gave him no chance; it kicked him into the air with one blow, and followed up with another, severing his head instantly—it was truly terrifying.
Hong Zhenchen’s complexion remained somewhat grim, especially when he looked at Mi Yan, his gaze filled with deeply complex emotions.
Sansheng was confused and did not understand the hidden meanings exchanged between his master and mistress, but he knew very well the heroic feats his master had performed inside the iron prison.
The redecorated room looked brand new, with a red solid wood table and chairs catching the eye, topped with a blue-and-white porcelain teapot and cups.
Hearing a living person suddenly speak of their imminent departure from this world left a truly heavy feeling in one’s heart.
The staff exhausted every effort to finally salvage a fragmented human skeleton from the water. Because the level of corrosion was so severe, the bones were riddled with holes, and only a few remnants, such as ribs, could be vaguely identified.
As I raised my head to look at him, I glanced back at Bo Lichen, who was slowly standing up. I saw him wipe the corner of his mouth, a smile suddenly tugging at his lips.
If not for the fact that she kept Song Feifei’s instructions in mind—that she must achieve today’s most important goal—she might have been unable to stop herself from rushing over to argue with them right then and there.
"Lord Yu, you flatter me. How could I dare claim such credit? Upon my return, I shall burn incense and pray for blessings, singing praises of your achievements," Zhao Hong said, bowing with the utmost solemnity.
Hearing Lin Yao’s name spoken by someone else made Lu Jianzhi inexplicably unhappy.
This fellow was robust and muscular; logically, he shouldn't have been that agile, yet in such a dense forest, he moved with the nimbleness of a monkey.
Just as Xiao Jun was about to kick the door down, the bedroom door opened, and Wang Rou stepped out.
The youth from Yunchu University, shattered all over the floor, struggled frantically, his face etched with terror.
The formal game of finger-guessing began, and the four men were locked in a chaotic drinking battle. Qiao Jun was very skilled at this; after a series of maneuvers, the other three were defeated.
Qian’er stepped forward to take the prescription handed over by Wan’er. After examining it, her eyes filled with admiration; the calligraphy was even more exquisite than the last piece—elegant, free-spirited, and sweeping like dragons and phoenixes, truly intoxicating to behold.
However, these silencing spells had their limitations: they could not affect unrelated speech. The caster seemed unwilling to turn her into a mute. As long as she did not touch upon Miley’s secrets, she could speak normally.
Taqibu knew very well that the sentry captain was dissatisfied with him. Only ten days ago, this captain had talked back to him twice over training matters.
"Injure her? I’m not trying to injure her; I’m trying to kill her! Zhao San, don't you try to protect her." The sound of the rain, mixed with Qin Zheng’s fury, carried into the hospital room.