Chapter 48: Wang Meili Under Threat

Ring, ring, ring... Wang Meili's phone suddenly rang. She pulled it out to find an unfamiliar number and, thinking it was just another nuisance call, hung up immediately.

But the phone rang again after she disconnected, and Wang Meili, her face full of impatience, answered and pressed the speaker button, then burst out cursing.

“Will you ever stop already!”

Yet her fierce little demeanor was hardly convincing; it was less a display of anger than a pouty act of petulance.

After a hurried journey through the night and a fierce battle, Chu He felt his spirit flagging. He watched for a while, found no trace of bandits, and then sat cross-legged, eyes closed, to regulate his breathing.

When he had descended to a depth of 1,800 meters, darkness enveloped everything—one could not see a hand before the face. The pool water was bone-chilling, an icy cold that pierced right through.

The smell of charcoal gas made her wrinkle her nose, and the shirtless man beside her kept brushing his elbow against her chest, whether intentionally or not.

“That sort of thing isn’t something just anyone can get their hands on. You’d need someone in the Ministry of War to pull some strings,” Wang Shichang said.

Voices rose and fell in the livestream chat, but with the draw about to take place, Qi Tengyun had no time to pay them any mind. The barrage of comments was so dense he couldn’t possibly read them all; he could only pick out a few sent in special fonts to reply to.

Zhang Zhimu opened his eyes. Though he still couldn’t make sense of his current predicament, he understood at least this much: this family had only one bowl of porridge. If he ate it, the children would have to subsist on wild greens. So, whatever happened, he could not bring himself to eat that bowl.

“I know my own abilities well enough. I don’t expect a high score—just to pass will be enough.”

Though a few bandits could have attacked Chu Shi and Chu Mu, upon seeing the burly bodies of two strong young men from Qinghe Village, the bandits’ fighting spirit and courage evaporated.

Cai Yushan spoke as he took off his own jacket. Seeing him like this, Liu Bing grew even more fearful inside.

Come to think of it, Consort Xue, Qin Zhiyan’s mother, didn’t seem to bear any particular grudge against Qin Yue. She had no reason to harm him, surely?

Ye Xiu smiled, just about to say something to Nurse Liu, but before he could open his mouth, his phone in his pocket rang urgently.

The reason they had poured all their effort into assisting Elder Yan in his bid for Crown Prince of the Great Yan Empire all this time, without asking about consequences or motives, was entirely because of a single promise.

“Alright, say you’ve had dinner with her many times. If the police ask you when was the last time you ate together, do you remember?” Bian Wei played the role of Officer Li.

Only now did Ruan Jiaojiao feel a little frightened, though she did not regret her actions. She only hoped this clue would be useful to Qin Yue.

Jiang Huairen did not answer. His seemingly simple movements actually drew upon the power of the Dragon Seal; without it, how could he have succeeded so easily? Jiang Huairen gazed at the gift of life in his hand, wanting to discover the reason the vine had appeared.

Old Gu’s mind flashed back to the words spoken to him by the people from the Gate of Ghosts. Deep inside, he was howling in anguish.

The Sword of Apocalypse dangled from Zhang Tian’s hand, an indescribable desolation on his face. The chaotic power in Cong Ke’s body seemed to be drying up; wielding the Sword of Apocalypse consumed him even more than the Map of Mountains and Rivers.

“Sir?” A trace of mockery gleamed in Meng Yancheng’s eyes. “You don’t know who I am?” He was certain she must have investigated thoroughly.

Beautiful children always draw attention. Along the way, the two attracted many surprised looks from passersby, who marveled at their good looks, wondering what kind of parents could bear such handsome sons.

So, in essence, Sang Li hadn’t wronged Mu Yun at all. With such a twisted goal, only a twisted mind could conceive it, and push forward with a twisted determination.