Chapter 41 Just Feeling a Bit Nauseous

It was only now that Qian Lai regretted making that phone call even more. Curiosity killed the cat, and the outcome was bound to be disappointing.

“This is a family matter. Brother Mu Ting agreed to it, I am willing, so it’s not the place of outsiders to interfere,” Fang Wenxue declared with perfect confidence.

He agreed as well?!

Having witnessed how tender and caring he was with Wenquan and Wen Nuan, Qian Lai would never believe he could be such a heartless father. And yet, as the saying goes, “With a stepmother comes a stepfather.” Could it be that he—

He didn’t wait for my reply. An odd surge of masculine energy slipped into my body, beginning to seep through every limb.

After knocking me down, this man tried to come at me again, but unexpectedly, Hu Yiyi managed to hold him off.

The high and mighty Vice Mayor was actually bowing to Shen Tao? And he called him Master Shen?

Meanwhile, in Linqing City, Shandong Province, inside the rebel camp led by Kong Youde, a large number of cannons were being transported into the camp from outside the gates.

“I’m scared too, I don’t want to die either! Since we don’t want to die, let’s find a way out—there must be a way to escape,” I said to Li Bold, still believing even now that there was a way out.

Then this fellow placed those things inside the puppet he’d painstakingly made, a sight difficult to imagine.

Not far ahead of the group, behind a large tree, lay a corpse, its body battered and broken. Judging by the state of decay, it had been dead for a long time. Yet most of the flesh seemed to have been ripped away not by rot, but by some wild beast.

“Is there anything else you need me to do?” Shui Wan’er asked, adopting a leisurely tone, as if she were already certain Hao Lin wouldn’t dare hang up on her.

“Who are you?” the ghost god on the left demanded, his hand’s movement stalling, clearly annoyed. What was wrong with this body? It refused to obey him.

Bang—the shadow crashed into the archway, and even though it was made of stone, the impact produced a muffled thud.

“Oh, come off it, Old Long! They’re all your children—why the act?” the hunched old man jeered from the side.

As the task neared completion, she was after fortune, while the emperor wanted the system. What happened next to Wang Qiong was no longer their concern.

The truly terrifying thing was that it kept growing, endlessly, inexorably, without pause.

“Cough, cough, damn it, I can’t believe making a simple meal has become so hard for me—I’m such a useless wretch!” Long Tiangong’s outburst drew everyone’s attention.

Huo Xi’s face darkened as she glanced coldly at Shui Mian. The sheer force of her aura startled Shui Mian, and the flames of her defiance were immediately doused.

“Guildmaster, I still want to know what happened to Qing Hong,” Qin Xuanhao said, staring at Qing Hong, who was tightly held in Ziyue’s embrace. His heart felt swollen, as if a thousand ants were gnawing at it, making it impossible to bear—making him desperate to know what was wrong with her, and what her connection to him was.

Turning her head slightly, Ximen Piaoxue was gently dabbing her long hair with a handkerchief, her movements soft and careful.

Though the Huo family hadn’t achieved overnight glory, they had begun to outpace the others. While the rest still struggled for subsistence, they alone enjoyed meat with their meals and new clothes to wear—it was as if they lived in two different worlds.

“When I’ve drunk my fill of blood and my strength has returned, I’ll savor your taste next,” he said, running his tongue along the blood on his cheek.

Huo Lingfeng gazed at Qing Hong—who was grinding her teeth in fury—with a smile, then shot Zichen an approving look.

Xiao Qin was sipping tea; at these words, she nearly choked, set her cup down, and peered suspiciously into its depths.

As they spoke, Miao Yi had already rushed over and shoved Wei Hongyuan aside with a force that caught him completely off guard. Wei Hongyuan staggered back and landed squarely in seat 404.

Where was the Hunters’ Association? Why hadn’t the rescue arrived yet? Were they planning a coup? Tell them this: whatever terms they demand for our rescue, I’ll agree to everything!” Administrator Number One of Area Thirty-One stamped his foot in fury.