Did the sixty-minute substitute play today?

“Mr. Xiong, you’re being too polite. This happened because of me, so naturally I should be the one to resolve it,” Liu Xiao said with a smile.

Moreover, even Meng Jiu couldn’t have come out unscathed after being bitten by a ghost. Why was Song Xiao perfectly fine? Du Yiyu was certain that Song Xiao wasn’t a Heaven-appointed corpse painter, but aside from those like them, he truly couldn’t think of anyone else completely immune to ghost bites.

Lin Yaxin already had a premonition in her heart, but she hoped dearly that it wasn’t true.

I led the horse through the bustling streets, and chose a tidy, elegant inn to stay at. After days of travel, I bathed, changed clothes, and lay in bed. I slept so deeply that morning arrived before I even dreamed.

Fortunately, he knew Ninth Brother loved Qing’er deeply; that was at least some comfort amidst the misfortune.

The headquarters of the Zhang Corporation was located in its own Spring Sunrise Grand Hotel, one of only two five-star hotels in Fengming City—magnificent and opulent.

Du Yiyu’s eyes cleared; he drew a deep breath, knowing he had nearly been ensnared by the illusion. He closed his eyes, gathering his energy, calming his breath. Only after he painstakingly forced the howling souls into his dantian did he finally exhale and open his eyes again.

Hearing Liu Xing’s earnest and solemn words, and seeing his silent demeanor, the proprietress nodded and continued her busy work.

“But now we’re in Northern Zhou. Your Eastern Liao’s words don’t carry weight here,” Lian Ying smiled sweetly, wielding gentle persuasion.

Feiyue’s heart chilled. This exchange almost led her to believe the duel might be canceled… Looking at Du Yiyu and Meng Jiu, who seemed to agree with Fantu, she forced a bitter smile. It turned out she was the only one here who was truly innocent.

“How clever or foolish he is—we’ll see how long it takes him to realize we’re actually hidden inside the palace,” Xiao Yan said, his tone as cold as ever.

She had thought this chance meeting was over, but unexpectedly, at the intersection, she saw Su Ze Yi, looking utterly lost, like a stray lamb.

Actually, Officer Zhang had worked at the magistrate’s office for years, and among all the village chiefs within a hundred miles, Yang Zhongyi of Yang Family Village was his favorite.

“Caiyun, you’re the best!” Cheng Jiajia grinned ingratiatingly, craving a hot meal after days of hunger.

Dong Zhuo had initially wanted Guo Bin to stay and serve in the army. By rights, Guo Bin should have remained in Guangzong’s ranks. Why? Because Guo Bin’s status was different from Liu Bei’s—Liu Bei was a commoner, so joining the army was a matter of principle, and leaving when the task was done was his own freedom.

Thus, with population numbers fixed, expanding farmland was indeed important for social stability, and transferring as many craftsmen and merchants as possible into agriculture became the most effective and simplest measure ancient governments could take in times of crisis.

Inside Yangdi city, near the east gate, in a luxurious residence, County Assistant Jia Ren and County Constable Wu Yi sat together.

This person had apparently drunk a great deal; his face was flushed, and his eyes bloodshot. He wielded a staff, appearing quite formidable.

Kangxi hurried forward. “It wasn’t your fault for not notifying me in advance; it was my own discourtesy.” Kangxi signaled Liang Jiugong to pour tea.

Bai Feifei patted Aunt Feng’s back, laughing gently, “Don’t worry, just watch over him.” With Chu Haoran here, even a hundred housekeepers wouldn’t matter.

The gangster Orca had noticed Gao Se’s empty right arm, but showed no contempt. He extended his left hand for a handshake.

Shen Lun chuckled. Those events buried in history—if you didn’t live them yourself, how could you know the truth?

That day, when it was his turn on duty, he suddenly saw a strange phenomenon in the Netherfall Mountains and hurried to report it to Sect Leader Huang Di. After thinking it over, Huang Di concluded it was the sign of a treasure emerging, so he led a dozen of the sect’s most skilled disciples toward the spatial rift.

Feng Wanli quickly used the Sword Control Technique, activating the streak of purple-gold energy within him. In an instant, the blood-red broken sword radiated a faint purple-gold glow—strange and eerie from afar.

Of course, not all the martial stones excavated from the ruins of martial sects contained martial arts manuals or rare treasures.

Thus, though it appeared both sides were locked in fierce combat, the battle growing ever more intense, blades and swords flying in all directions, it was as if the world were ending.

Black Sky finally completed its transformation, becoming a black beast—something like a lion, something like a tiger, yet neither.

The people inside the building saw Chu Haoran walk in, and all were visibly shocked. Chu Haoran had been absent from work for a month, and now he appeared; instantly, all eyes turned to him.

After the New Fourth Army headquarters was established in Nanchang, Luo Binghui, working under the name of Deputy Chief of Staff of the Eighth Route Army at the Wuhan Office, arrived at the anti-Japanese base centered on Shajiabang. He was astonished—the militia here each had a rifle, and their morale surpassed even the regular troops of the Nationalist Army.

Someone had already brought up jars of fine wine and poured a full bowl for every member of the Blood Wolves. “Come! Brothers! Let’s drink!” Xu Jian raised his bowl, shouting loudly.