Volume 1, Chapter 50: Taking My Little Sister on a Haunted House Adventure

Just as Yan Jing had said back then, for the poor, winter is truly the most grueling season. Firstly, they cannot afford thick cotton quilts, and secondly, they cannot afford the warm charcoal to heat their homes.

Liu Yuecan collected his thoughts and walked over. He stared for a long time, yet failed to discern any hidden mysteries within, and could only shake his head helplessly.

"I have been to Shandong. Prefect Chen Shangjie is undoubtedly a loyal and patriotic official, and General Zhang Xinghan under his command is also an exemplary patriotic general. It couldn't be better for the Emperor to transfer them here," Shen Jiannan said with a delighted smile.

With a sharp snap, the blood-colored stone fetus shattered into pieces! Immediately afterward, a piercing azure light instantly enveloped the stone egg within. Across the surface of that azure glow, intricate and profound mystic runes emerged—they were none other than the seals of confinement.

So what should he do now... The investigative trail of the Night Sacrifice seemed to have hit a dead end once again, with all clues completely severed.

Ning Ye took a step forward, shielding Xu Chuyan—whose eyes were slightly red—behind him, and offered her a gentle and comforting word.

A fox leaning on a walking stick took trembling steps and slowly walked into the corridor.

"Who on earth is this fellow? And what is he doing in the underground world?" Thinking up to this point, the middle-aged man shook his head. If there were things he could not figure out, he might as well set them aside for now. Besides, it was getting late, and he needed to hurry home to sleep.

"But what? Am I wrong?" Zhang Dali interrupted Ran Fei's impending words with an unpleased expression.

Xiang Yunguo took them and merely glanced at them briefly, his face turning ashen. A surge of rage instantly devoured nearly all of the Heavenly Yuan Emperor's reason.

Moon-Beiyue glanced somewhat worriedly in the direction where Tang Zeng had been blasted away. She bit her lower lip, silently prayed that Tang Zeng would be safe, and returned to the ranks of the constellations.

Having witnessed Qi Tianshou's terrifying methods, Mosong's reverence for him reached an unparalleled height, and he voluntarily offered intelligence regarding the mountain encampments of various sects in the Northern Frontier.

Zhu Bajie looked at his own plump sculpture and grinned from ear to ear, gazing smilingly at Tang Zeng.

After exchanging greetings with everyone present, Simon and his group each took a set of tableware and drew close to sit in a circle.

Seeing the Dragon King of the East Sea nodding repeatedly in agreement, Niu Dadan could not help feeling a bit carried away. After a moment of thought, he decided to offer another reminder regarding the events that had occurred in the East Sea Dragon Palace over the past century.

Clearly, the Jade Emperor still harbored some apprehension toward Sun Wukong, whose strength was now approaching that of the Great Heavenly Lord, amidst this state of confrontation.

Yet it was the restrained Yuxu. Upon seeing his master arrive, he was immediately filled with excitement and shouted out, "Master!" The old man, however, merely shook his head, refusing even to look at him, and instantly vanished without a trace.

Tang Zeng's gaze pierced through the hem of Zhao Xiaotong's slip dress and rested upon her pert, shapely buttocks.

As for Qi Tianshou, he had not given it that much thought. Now that he had helped Yang Ye capture Jianye City, the military and political power of the city belonged entirely to Yang Ye. As for the slaughter of so many marquises and earls, Qi Tianshou did not take it to heart at all.

"Thanks, Bols." Although Esdeath was outwardly cold-tempered, she never hesitated to display a bright smile toward her subordinates.

After a brief pause, Qin Yibai's thoughts shifted as he stepped forward to the grocery stall protruding from the window, his eyes fixed unblinkingly upon a certain item.

Otherwise, how could its artifact spirit possess such a high level of intelligence? Long Yingwu seemed to be reminiscing about something, surrounded by a profound silence.

Lian'er nodded happily, her face glowing with genuine joy for her that could simply not be concealed.

After listening to this lengthy speech from Zhang Yun, Yiniang felt her head swell with every sentence she heard. By the time Zhang Yun finished speaking, she felt as though her head were splitting open and her vision was swimming; the internal and external injuries she had already sustained were on the verge of erupting immediately. She could only stare blankly at Zhang Yun, completely dumbfounded.

It turned out not to be because she had done anything excessive that prompted him to break up with her, but rather that he had long since fallen for someone else. His relationship with Xia Zhirou had matured, which was why he had cast her aside.

What should she say? When the moment finally arrived, Ye Shuang found her mind completely blank.

"How could that be? Am I the kind of person who posts everything to Weibo?" Sumu looked at her with a smile, reaching out to pinch her soft cheek.

"No!" But just as the word left Qin Yibai's lips, a flash of colorful light illuminated the space, and the living beings before his eyes had already vanished without a trace.

Zhang Yun sighed and softly continued, "I know this as well, but now that I am in such an awkward predicament, I must find a way to break through and remedy it." As he spoke, he exerted his strength, and his left palm crushed a handful of sandy soil, squeezing it with a creaking sound until it was as hard as rock.

The ancient ogre glared fiercely at Shi Zhentian, though he did not halt his pursuit, simply asking coldly.

"If it were a hundred ordinary ghost-slaying talismans, that would be fair. But superior ghost-slaying talismans are a bit too costly," Song Chaopiao murmured with a slight frown.

Du Lin wiped his face and said, "Let's go and check out the situation first." Since things had already happened, the only thing left to do was to face reality.

Xiaoyao stood unmoving, waving the divine sword in his hand to directly sever the flowing water, slicing through it as if parting a curtain of cloth.