Chapter 48: The Hidden Truth of the Car Crash

"Alright."

Radiant as the midday sun, she was a sight impossible to look away from.

Once Qiao Weiwei got the hang of it, she became completely absorbed. Pulling on Gu Jinnian's sleeve, she said, "Uncle, how about a little competition?"

The girl raised her head with confidence, eager to try.

Gu Jinnian nodded in agreement.

"What are the rules?"

"Ten rounds, highest accuracy wins."

With that, Qiao Weiwei pulled the trigger.

After ten gunshots, every single bullet hit the bullseye.

The headless skeleton stood facing them. Though devoid of a head, it felt far more terrifying than any creature with one. Li Xiaonan and Yao Ye were struck with disbelief—just moments ago, it had been so gentle and friendly, so why had it suddenly turned into a wild beast consumed by fury?

After placing their meager luggage inside the abandoned church, the two had intended to rest there for a while, but fate had other plans. Or rather, their stomachs refused to let them rest and staged a full-blown protest.

"Just wait a moment while I decorate it." Yang Liu'er spun around and ran off to search for tree branches and materials to make eyes and nose.

With that thought, she excitedly hopped onto a video call and suggested to Su Rong that they return to Swan Castle, completely unaware that this fell right into Su Rong's plans.

That was to diligently cultivate the path of the sword, to become the second sword cultivator to attain the Dao as her master hoped, and perhaps even surpass the founding patriarch of the Sword Sect to catch a glimpse of the scenery beyond the heavens.

Suddenly hearing a strange sound, Mo Meiling turned pale with fright and snapped her eyes open, instantly catching sight of me standing behind the door.

Hearing Wuchen's sarcastic tone, Stella felt anger surge in her chest. She bit her lower lip and readily accepted the challenge with effortless grace.

"A-Rui!" The Grand Empress Dowager's expression shifted drastically. Clutching her chest in panic, she stared at Feng Chenrui as she hurried over, attempting to pull him away. However, Feng Chenrui seemed to be isolated by an invisible barrier, preventing both the Grand Empress Dowager and Lianxin from getting close.

Knowing that this pitiful act wouldn't work on Xiaoming, Rias put away her aggrieved expression, yet she showed no intention of moving away from Xiaoming's side, which left the few who were slower than her somewhat displeased.

Whether due to psychological reasons or something else, whenever she drew even slightly close to the abyss, an indescribable sensation washed over her entire body.

"What do you mean? Didn't my parents say they were leaving with me?" Xu Yang asked with a hint of incomprehension.

Xu Yang's past week had been immensely fulfilling. Traveling between major auction houses and private collectors, the name Xu Yang was already beginning to make waves and build a notable reputation in the collecting world.

A low roar rumbled from the depths of his throat. Yun Tianyang's eyes widened in fury as he struck out with a fierce palm attack.

Xu Yang thought to himself that this joke had gone a bit too far, yet he still maintained a modest demeanor. After exchanging a round of abstruse Zen riddles—most of which he barely understood—with the Living Buddha, he earned the respect of many present. Now, it was time to get down to business.

Fortunately, the current situation had not completely derailed. Although chaotic, it remained within his control. It had to be said that Old Tong probably hated Xu Yang to the very core by now, yet he was utterly helpless to do anything about it.

The disciples in the audience naturally broke into whispered discussions. To show up uninvited at such a sensitive moment was truly baffling.

Old Mo's body trembled slightly, his expression carrying a complex mix of emotions. He could hear that Xiao Tie was venting his dissatisfaction and protest.

Blade Edge reached up to adjust his sunglasses, his expression extremely grim. Wielding a rhombic dagger in each hand, he strained to sense the opponent's location and momentum.

Yang Fan furrowed his brow without a word of nonsense, directly throwing another punch that smashed right through the ghost's belly... Yet when he pulled his hand back, his fingers closed around a second heart.

"With Zijing here, I have nothing to worry about." While inwardly finding it amusing that he shared a given name with Lu Su, Cao Chong smiled and said.

At that moment, Luo Gang the barber walked in, carrying a massive bouquet of flowers. He leaned gracefully against the entrance of the cash register, maintaining a polite distance. "Wishing you a wonderful mood..." With a smile, he turned and left, failing to notice Xu Feiqing, who was buried in her work.