48. I’m Hungry

A faint scent of blood lingered in the air along the way. Looking at the elderly victims whose eyes still stared in death, Jiang Ruo felt a momentary surge of regret—those people had been granted too quick and painless an end.

Sighing, she once more covered the old people with rough burlap sacks, then walked toward a room piled high with firewood. Shifting aside a bundle of logs, she lifted the wooden floorboards beneath, revealing a small figure tucked inside.

...

"Granny..."

The door flew open almost the instant the word was uttered.

"Chuchu, let us through." Xiao Yuyin raised an eyebrow slightly, speaking in a soft voice as she turned her head to look at Nalan Heng.

However, when the elders of the Divine Origin Sect finally appeared, a startling scene unfolded. Li Yunmu watched as Lü Tingting actually boarded the grand sea-and-sky vessel of the Divine Origin Sect right alongside them.

Consequently, a massive wave of activity swept through Jifeng City. Taking advantage of the dead of night, the so-called insider stealthily slipped out of the city. All of this was closely monitored by the operatives dispatched by Li Di, who promptly ordered the city gates tightly sealed.

"Senior Brother Qinbai... is it true what she said about becoming Master's wife?" Hehuan's gaze dimmed. In this world, rumors do not arise without a cause; there had to be a reason behind it.

"Nalan Heng. Has Yu Ziying been living here the whole time?" Xiao Yuyin furrowed her brow slightly, finally voicing the question. Even though there was a guesthouse available, she still chose to stay here. Somehow, it all felt rather peculiar.

"Chairman, could you please advance this month's salary to me? I still have rent to pay," Lan Yuxin said with utmost seriousness.

For Great-grandmother, as long as she continued to live in that house, she could still feel the lingering presence of Great-grandfather—and that very presence was the lifeblood sustaining her through her remaining days.

To be precise, the Zhaotian Sect was actually a subordinate faction under the Sacred Heavenly Church, making it church territory. Logically, they should have been the first to arrive.

An Ruo hastily spoke up. Seeing the worry etched across Lu Ling's face, she tried her best to muster a faint smile.

Zhou Yongcai and Zhao Jian possessed broader horizons. They believed that given Shen Yang's current status and his widespread domestic and international fame, it was entirely normal for him to have a wide circle of acquaintances. Moreover, the fact that he was able to train the special forces unit was a testament to the exceptional training capabilities of the Yangyang Sports Center.

Fortunately, in terms of this type of computational processing, Keri possessed a natural advantage, allowing Duke to rely on Keri to execute this highly intelligent and unique allocation algorithm.

"Go and make preparations. The moment the horn sounds from the opposite bank, move out immediately!" Carrying a commanding tone, Wang Ermao whispered his instructions.

Even if he were to abandon half of his friends and relatives and slay the Golden Dragon, what would come next? The Ice Luan intended to kill Jia Tian, and what was he supposed to do then? If Jia Tian died, it wouldn't just mean the collapse of the Central Plains; the remaining puppets wouldn't survive the cataclysm either. If he didn't let Jia Tian die, should he go and block the Ice Luan himself?

In truth, not everyone was entirely satisfied with the copying and modification of magic rune diagrams. Take Situ Enquan, for instance—he always felt his version looked somewhat strange, possessing his own interpretation, yet it seemed he hadn't fully conveyed that exact intent either.

Otherwise, once Chrysanthemum got married, she would be left with nothing. He feared she wouldn't be used to it, so he wanted to prepare things for her in advance, making her feel that even after marriage, it was just like being back at her maiden home.

"Father!" "Grandpa!" Lin Kangjian and Lin Kangping cried out simultaneously, their hearts sinking. The old man's words sounded like parting last words.

"What Mother Zhao? From now on, call her Aunt Zhao. Besides, a forced melon is never sweet, and I wonder if Mr. Qian has any such intentions in mind." Ziqiang found herself in a rather difficult position.

The Marquis Anyuan's wife and Madam Zhang exchanged glances, both brimming with irrepressible joy. The two young maidens lowered their heads in shyness, their hearts filled with sweetness.

Although he had not yet truly reached out to grab Yaxiu and Yamian, Bai Caihu believed that even if he tried to physically grasp the two ghosts, his hands would only meet empty air; it was impossible to actually catch them.

Having spent time roaming around the Mediterranean and mingling in Heishi County, he naturally knew of Boss Li's reputation. The reason they chose to dine at this particular restaurant was twofold: first, the establishment was upscale enough, and second, they knew the owner.