Volume 1, Chapter 28: A Soul-Searching Inquiry Sparked by a Garment

"Ah! Murder! Murder!" Madame Ji shrieked in terror upon seeing a man in the room covered in blood.

However, the blood that continued to flow seemed to drain away his strength and warmth bit by bit.

Next, Crystal replicated the furniture from Hanyi’s room one by one. Naturally, she did not furnish all five rooms; she only placed the replicas in the room adjacent to Hanyi’s, taking the opportunity to add some of her own pieces as well.

When the sea of consciousness is injured, shamanic arts are of almost no use, and medicinal agents capable of producing miraculous results are extremely rare.

The only gamble he had left was that Ximi was unaware of the cause and effect behind these events and did not know that they were the work of Aaliyah, Nati, and himself.

The moment Zhou Qing released Qin Shaoyang, Qin Shaoyang immediately darted to Ye Ruoshu’s side.

"Your humble servant’s younger sister has just reached the age of fifteen and is quite playful. I thank Your Majesty for your divine grace in not blaming my sister or myself," General Nan said, kowtowing before rising.

Ye Tian’s divine sense expanded, covering nearly the entire city. He could detect even the vibration of a fly’s wings, let alone the launch of a missile.

"Sister Mu, do you have any requirements?" Hua Wuque asked, lazily resting his chin in his hand, exuding an inexplicably charming aura.

Xu Feng had been in the Great Qin for exactly three years, and the deadline the system had given him to reunify the empire was five years.

She did not know how much she had drunk, but Xia Wanning drifted into a deep sleep, only opening her eyes when the sky began to brighten.

Fortunately, Lei Tianming would be taking his mother-in-law on a honeymoon tomorrow; as long as the matter was resolved before they returned, all would be well.

Just then, a large hand reached out from behind the gang leader and grabbed him by the shoulder.

Later, Zhang Zhankui even fused Xingyi Quan with Baguazhang, becoming a master of his generation.

There was a reason for the Chinese government’s current hardline stance. Ever since Ye Hao first handed the electromagnetic rifle technology to Jiao Jiangbo, the government had been worried about the Americans discovering it, which is why they had been playing it safe for some time.

But that shouldn’t be; Lin Xiyue was not the type of person to be concerned with status, otherwise, she would not have rejected Song Wei’s pursuit.

He pulled out a sheet of paper, scribbled a line across it, crumpled it into a ball, and tossed it behind him.

He had merged all of his spirit into that milky-white halo of light.

At the time, Nangong Ku had not felt much, but now, as he recalled it, his heart ached with such intensity.

Facing his sister, Lai Yuejing could not help but feel a headache coming on; he patted his chest and spoke loudly.

"I know. You, Director-General Shen Siliang, and Inspector Hao Gengsheng are all part of this inspection delegation," Chen Qiang nodded.

The person who has the handkerchief dropped behind them must discover it quickly, then immediately rise and chase the person who dropped it. The person who dropped it runs around the circle and tries to squat in the spot vacated by the other; if caught, the person must perform, such as dancing or telling a story.

Wang Xifeng was filled with shame and indignation. She kicked out at Jia Baoyu but missed. Seeing that many maids were watching from behind, she could not strike again, so she merely glared at him and turned to walk toward Rongqing Hall.

"Pfft..." Sima Fanglin spat out a mouthful of blood, even as the body of the Star River Ancestor slowly collapsed.

It was so thick that it had even spread onto the road. Dense, tangled vines stretched into the center of the path, towering more than ten meters above the surrounding trees.