Volume 1, Chapter 54: Blasting the True-Name Haunted House

"I sent them to that city in the real world, and I also sent Limol back to his 'home.' However, judging by the current situation, where on earth they have gone remains a mystery. This is getting tricky," Lan Linfeng said, his brow furrowing deeply, looking far more anxious than I, the person directly involved.

Because the British constantly dogged their footsteps, matching them closely in both technology and combat capability, and the French had been trained by them—using warships of their very system—the gap was even narrower, coming down merely to the difference between generations of warships, or between improved and older models.

They had no chance of becoming official government civil servants, but they could assist the government with its affairs, even putting forward sound suggestions and researching valuable innovations. The government would purchase their proposals and inventions at high prices, which counted as political achievements for the officials. Higher-ranking civil servants relied on these achievements to advance to senior clerk positions.

"Three thousand per thousand words?" Li Hen stroked his chin upon hearing this and said, "That's certainly not low." Indeed, it was quite high, yet it was roughly equivalent to his current buyout rate.

Qiu Zhihao's face suddenly turned pale, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and the hand holding the phone trembled slightly. His lips moved for a long time without uttering a single sound.

"Hello everyone, I am David." After finishing his song, David bowed like a gentleman with one hand pressed against his chest.

"So, you mean... he pioneered a new trend?" The host widened his eyes in disbelief.

Qi Hongyi glanced over it roughly and could immediately tell that the murals were entirely dedicated to the deeds of ghosts.

Seeing this person, many young people looked bewildered. It made sense; he had left the music scene just around the same time as Liu Yilun. Liu Yilun had been away from the industry for twenty years or so, yet this man was not much different. Most of those who recognized him were older audiences.

Xinhui High School never led for even a second; they were constantly enveloped by the dominance of the home court.

Ah Huang sat in the stone chamber of the cliffside cave dwelling, closely watching the giant white eagle's sweeping, wing-flapping attack outside. Astonishment filled his heart; he had never expected that this supreme leader and master of divine cultivation would use such a method to disperse the yellow mist representing the illusion array, and actually succeed.

"Your Majesty, you have some too!" With fierce momentum, she began to mimic him, aggressively shoving food into his mouth.

Lu'e was startled. Ever since joining the army, Qian Xun had instructed her to obtain a military map from Ying Wuqiu, which Lu'e had carried with her ever since. Why would it suddenly come in useful today?

Ever since Yun Chenfeng's accident and the subsequent uproar, she had heard people say that the Crown Prince refused to speak easily ever again.

Lin Yu offered a slight bow, wearing a gentle expression while his hand deftly seized an arm.

Truly lifting a stone only to drop it on one's own feet, she stared in terror at the massive python closing in on her. Overwhelming fear made it impossible for her to breathe. If someone were to kill her with a single slash right now, she would be immensely grateful.

To use the snow toad to save Nanxin—let alone Lou Zhi refusing, no one of any status in this palace would ever use such a precious treasure to save a mere maid.

Qing Wan nodded, tilted her head to think for a moment, and then broke into a mischievous smile, leaving Nalan baffled.

"Though that may be what you say, if someone truly dislikes you, they will naturally find a way to get rid of you." Qing Wan heavily emphasized the final few words.

"Why did you let her leave? Was it because there is danger, and you couldn't bear to part with her? Have you forgotten how you survived all these years?" she asked in a low voice, her tone unable to mask a trace of tremor.

Look at Consort Yan; she did nothing at all, yet she managed to make Empress Dowager Xie look out for her. Not only did the Empress Dowager bustle about on her behalf, but she also spared no effort in creating opportunities for Consort Yan to spend time with the Emperor.

Ye Fan intended to launch another attack, only to find that his Infinite Soul Annihilation skill no longer had a cooldown time.

High up in the void, Lei Xiao likewise frowned slightly, perplexed by the sudden turn of events unfolding before him.

"I'm in good health, and my pregnancy symptoms are mild. Whether he's here or not doesn't really matter," Xie Zhi said indifferently. Fifth Brother frequently had to go out; how could he possibly have unbroken blocks of time to accompany her from pregnancy to childbirth?

Empress Dowager Xie had advised her many times not to handle everything personally and to rest more, reminding her that there were plenty of palace attendants around to serve her.

Guo Hongxuan felt as though he had received a grand pardon. "Yes, yes, it's inappropriate!" he thought to himself, It doesn't matter if I get scolded, as long as I don't get beaten. Finding no reason to refuse, he could only bite the bullet and trail after his elder brother as he left.

"Step aside, I won't kill you!" the Blood Demon growled, fighting hard to suppress his murderous intent. "No, I won't!" Ziran roared fiercely, abruptly pulling the pestle from the Blood Demon's chest and attempting to stab him again, only to be blasted away by a single palm strike from the Blood Demon, immediately coughing up mouthfuls of blood.

As soon as he finished speaking, a Suzuki motorcycle rode up, driven by a vengeful spirit, and came to a halt right in front of Du Gui.

If he refused to take Hu Qingquan's phone call, if he didn't rush over to this hotel, and if he didn't lay eyes on this so-called criminal suspect, Cai Zide would still have had a way out.

Master Yao had once said that obtaining that particular primer was purely a matter of coincidence, and although he had thought about searching for it afterward, unfortunately, no further clues had turned up.

It was not without reason that the army was easier to train than the navy. According to the current amphibious battalions, aside from artillery and reconnaissance troops, basic riflemen only needed half a year of training to go to the battlefield. However, sailors who had already trained for half a year were still incapable of completing a long-distance voyage, and naval warfare remained a deeply worrisome prospect.