Chapter 39: Hands That Reach the Heavens

Su Tianteng was, after all, an old hand at reading people. Seeing Lin Yu’s troubled expression, he didn’t press him further.

“Lin, my good son-in-law, you look exhausted. Why don’t I have someone prepare a meal for you? Eat something and get some rest early,” Su Tianteng suggested.

Lin Yu shook his head and replied, “Thank you, Uncle Su, but I won’t eat. You…”

Suddenly, the ghost with the blue face and fangs yanked off his mask, collapsed to the ground, and cried out in distress, “Oh no, have mercy, ghosts!”

“Please, honorable Imperial Army officers, don’t be angry! This is a shrine, a place to worship the gods. I heard your Great Japanese Empire also worships gods—like the Buddha, Guanyin. We’re all the same, really, all the same,” Old Ding fawned and babbled, trying desperately to appease the Japanese officer.

“Damn it, you fat fool! Get out here right now!” A square, pockmarked face poked in from outside, finger pointed at me and Wang Zhuo as he roared.

“Yes, I’ll do my utmost to live up to the Commander’s expectations.” Wang saluted smartly, his tone earnest.

Yue Song suddenly stepped forward, agitated. “Isn’t Danfeng still unconscious? How could she be gone? I was only away for two days—just two days! How could this happen…” Yue Song dropped to his knees, clutching his head, and banged his forehead against the ground with a dull thud.

“Wuyou, when did you learn to be so mysterious?” The Know-It-All looked at Zhao Wuyou with a bemused smile.

“It’s nothing. We’ve already prepared for the worst, so don’t worry about it! I know you did your best!” The Emperor patted me on the shoulder and handed me a cigarette.

It was a flyer advertising coffins and funeral supplies. If you spent over three thousand, they’d even deliver to your door. Call the number on the card, and you could book a professional shaman team any time. With the flyer, there was a twenty percent discount.

At this, Chu Shan’s fighting spirit vanished. He immediately spurred his immortal sword to its utmost speed and fled. The giant serpent unfurled its wings and gave chase.

“I never imagined, Auntie, that you’d be so young and beautiful…” Once again, Wu Ming unleashed his infamous flattery, hoping to redeem the disastrous first impression he’d made on his future mother-in-law.

It was in this brief window that the shrieking bird swooped in, its talons gleaming with cold light as it struck for Li Yang’s throat.

This was something money couldn’t buy. Simply put, this kind of card couldn’t be applied for—it could only be gifted. Only a private invitation from the Swiss Bank could grant one such a card.

“Please speak, Chief Hu,” Wu Da said slowly, then cast a casual glance at Wu San, who sat silently below. Smiling, he listened to Hu Shan speak.

Originally, it had planned to swallow the Deinocheirus while it had the chance, but Hikari had chased it into another dimension. Now that GUYS and the others had their eyes on Deinocheirus, swallowing it would surely be discovered, and after finally escaping Hikari, it didn’t dare risk pursuit again.

Madam Qin unrolled the white silk and, satisfied with what she saw, folded it back into the box Hu Jiao had prepared. She then took Changsun Xiu and the other ladies to the rear garden.

Thus, the presence of the Red-Haired was even more crucial. After all, it wasn’t just Whitebeard and Red-Hair at the top. Vlad was still sending more people into the war, and he feared the navy might not withstand the pressure. The chances were slim, but any extra insurance was worthwhile. Red-Hair could serve exactly that purpose.

The room was peaceful and quiet, the warmth of the setting sun lingering in the corners, but the people were gone.

Those scrolls were neatly pasted on the white walls between the classroom’s three windows. Their surfaces reflected a faint sheen, looking as though they’d just been put up.