The General’s Wife and the Concubine’s Brother: Part 4

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The laboratory was filled with a terrifying atmosphere. Crystal-encrusted magical chandeliers cast a pale light, illuminating the dim workbench below. On a wide dissection table lay a humanoid creature, flayed of its skin to reveal raw red muscles and blood vessels, with a single half-formed wing attached to its back.

Such marks were incredibly suggestive, yet they were also the most sincere expression of love. Zheng Chenheng was more than happy with this, and Xichen simply let him be. After all, it was he who had left these marks himself; if he wasn't afraid of others seeing them, why should he care?

After dropping his son off at school, Zheng Chenheng drove directly into the company parking lot, took his private elevator, and headed to his office on the top floor. Qiao Bin was leaning against the wall, bored and waiting. Hearing the elevator chime, his ears perked up, and he turned to dash toward it. Seeing Zheng Chenheng stride out, he opened his arms wide, eager for an embrace.

Nangong Yunyao’s heavy shield, once thick and sturdy, was now reduced to a mere translucent film, on the verge of shattering. Fortunately, Nangong Yunyao had only suffered minor injuries and had ultimately managed to block the great eagle's attack.

The Li father and son clearly did not know of Li Rizhi’s methods; they had neither heard of them nor witnessed them. Hearing the first part of what Li Rizhi said, they both inwardly groaned, wondering if it meant Li Gui-niang had failed to escape and had been captured by the Ma family, who were now coming to settle the score.

Zhao Xiaochen didn't even dare to dwell on it. Was he really going to complete such a mission? If so, all these years of hard work would not have been in vain. Wasn't this the very opportunity he had been waiting for?

Old Man He spit on the ground, his aged eyes widening as he considered a showdown with Old Man Jia, his fists already raised.

Zhang Weiyu believed this was a process of tempering, and that those who remained in the end would be truly loyal. Moreover, he did not believe that his group was an isolated existence. After meeting Liu Yizhao, he pondered a question: were there many others in this Lu Zhou world waiting just like him?

Brother Yun was currently tied up like a dumpling and pressed down in the shop. Upon hearing Li Rizhi’s deduction, he felt both anxious and fearful, his face flushed red. He couldn't understand how this wealthy young master could possibly guess his innermost thoughts. Could it be that this man possessed sorcery—was he a monster?

This remark drew everyone's attention. The third and fourth brothers felt they were being framed, while the others were consumed by self-preservation.

The gifting and receiving happened simultaneously. The eldest grandmother had Lin Yi write down the gift lists, and in the evening, the grandmother and granddaughter sat under the lamp, pointing at the names and discussing them one by one.

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Seeing this, Pojun’s frustration was self-evident. If he could not completely remove this gelatinous substance, it would inevitably grow back to its original state. He did not want to repeat this cycle, so he decided to find a permanent solution.

Litchi’s expression remained unchanged as she whispered, "My lady, eat a little less. There are many dishes in the kitchen today, including your favorite milk-fed lamb." If she ate too much now, she wouldn't have room for the delicious food later.

Crows gathered in increasing numbers on the withered tree. The battle for fresh meat reached a fever pitch in an instant, and their squabbling attracted the attention of some zombies in the distance.

Since he had no way of knowing who to listen to, Lei Jingtian decided to just pick one at random. He liked the name "June Day," so he walked toward that group's recruitment station.

Pojun had not yet retrieved the information he needed from his mind, and the clerk hadn't found anything in his own words worth mocking. Suddenly, an accident interrupted both of their thoughts.

Lin Yi and Linglong divided the thread to embroider a plum blossom screen as a gift for Lin Shuang. The eldest grandmother intended to take the whole family back to the ancestral home after the New Year.

Concubine Xuan, seeing that the timing was right, gave her son a wink and rose to go inside and change.

Generally, anyone seeking shelter outside had to consider the danger of the nightly beast outbreaks. Even an Immortal Lord would not dare to stay outside the range of the Infinite Light, for at night, the endless tide of ferocious beasts could cause even an Immortal Lord to fall.

Chen Feng had little secret energy left, but his consciousness was intact. He immediately condensed a spear of consciousness and struck directly at those souls.

He had already investigated that 10 billion from China had secretly entered the British market, though currently, they were only betting on a rise.

They stared at the team, noticing that the three lead cultivators of the Earth Emperor realm occasionally sent out signals, which only deepened their confusion.

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Having said this, she cast a glance at Concubine Gui, whether intentional or not. Concubine Gui knew exactly what she meant, so her expression remained indifferent. She calmly looked at the scenery in the distance, though her fingers were clenched tightly into fists hidden within her wide sleeves.

The performance ended, but the music seemed to linger, as if Su Yin had quietly hidden her grandmother in her heart; the emotions within the song had similarly penetrated the hearts of the audience.

They didn't have to wait long. A dozen seconds later, two figures appeared out of thin air—one lying on the ground, dispirited and wretched, the other calm and graceful. Who won and who lost was already very clear.

"No-no need to be so formal." Like a contagion, the tongues of the crowd began to stutter in unison.

Having done it once, there would be a second time. Chen Feng began to feel fortunate that he had encountered such a corpse at the beginning, which made his subsequent work much easier.

"However, the pressure is about to mount, and there are many things to be done. Furthermore, according to your plan, there are quite a few places where money is needed. Tell me, how much capital do you need to get started?" Su Yin asked, getting straight to the point about the practical financial issues they faced.

"So, the backlash of heaven and earth acts upon the soul. No wonder the practitioners of the Profound Gate place such great importance on the cultivation of the soul. The stronger the soul power, the more powerful the means one can employ, and the stronger the backlash one can resist." Feeling the injuries to his soul, Lin Yu gained a few more insights.