Chapter 64: Epidemic

When Feng Ruqing received the news, the horizon was just beginning to turn the pale white of dawn. The news of the new plague felt like a basin of icy water, extinguishing the last flicker of warmth in her heart.

She vaulted onto her horse and galloped all the way. The dust kicked up by the horse's hooves drifted in the morning light, and the air was filled with a suffocating sense of tension.

Feng Ruqing's brows were tightly knitted, her expression as grave, gloomy, and oppressive as the sky before a violent storm.

It was already noon when she reached the affected area. The scorching heat...

"Ah-Yue, apologize to your sister. Regardless of whether it was your fault or not, your sister is hurt, and as her older brother, you must take responsibility." Xie Xunzhi's voice was calm.

The previous singer's emotions had been far too intense, and the audience was still immersed in that sorrowful atmosphere. Taking the stage in such a state was highly disadvantageous for him.

The three branches of the family spent the Mid-Autumn Festival in utmost harmony and joy. Since the family property had already been divided, after having dinner at the ancestral home, each household returned to their respective homes to pay homage to the moon.

However, she was now pinned under Yin Ruojun's cold gaze and didn't dare to speak at all, nor could she ask Shen Hanluo.

After finishing his words, Xiao Chen turned and walked straight toward Chen Lan, his gaze as icy as a ferocious beast ready to devour someone.

Ye Yunfei, on the other hand, stared coldly at the Jiufang Guild Hall. Today, he was going to make this Jiufang Guild Hall vanish from the Shanghai Bund.

Hong Canjun followed closely behind Lin Chengyou and paused doubtfully at the sight. He only heard the night wind whistling through the hall and the creaking sound of lantern hooks under the eaves.

Having cooped themselves up for over ten days in a city full of wanted criminals, they could finally shed their sheepskins.

"Ah, yes, yes, yes, exactly like that! It has to look the part!" To his surprise, Fang Lei's eyes lit up.

He even urged her over the phone, telling Lin Xia that if she had no time, the company could help invite a composer from Country J to help write songs.

Pu Cao let out a faint sigh deep in her heart, her hands dropping as her shoulders slowly relaxed. She leaned her head against Fang Jie's chest, quietly listening to the powerful, rhythmic beating of his heart.

Just as the family had settled down and prepared to tidy up the place to start a new life, Zhang Yu suddenly discovered an unexpected pair of visitors lingering around her home.

"I see!" Liu Wei muttered in astonishment, thinking of the feud of a father's murder and looking at Chen Feng's current state—this hatred had truly grown to an irreconcilable level.

Mo Kui smiled faintly, feeling instantly reassured. As his thoughts turned, a ball of purple-gold light flew out from his waist, flashed, and hovered above Mo Kui's head. Following that, a purple light curtain descended, shielding Mo Kui and the prison cells behind him. No matter how fiercely the corpse qi pressed against the purple light curtain, it could not advance a single inch.

The bracelets came as a pair. One of them had been left to Zhang Yu's sister when she got married, while the remaining one was saved for Zhang Yu. Their mother had originally intended to give it to Zhang Yu when she married, but considering the special circumstances now, she handed it to her early.

"Forget it, I have nothing to do anyway. The last time I manifested in this realm was seven years ago, back when your father was still around. The Mu family is still around, I presume?" the big-mouthed figure said.

Five thousand heavily armored cavalrymen began to slowly move forward, their heavy hooves striking the earth like thunder on a dry day. Although it was only five thousand armored cavalry, the momentum of their charge was terrifyingly impressive. Not only did Gao Jingzong change color in fright, but even Tian Luo and Liu Laozhi turned pale with terror.

Fengmo Shi was already extremely depressed at this moment. At the same time, using the corner of his eye, he noticed that Wang Xiao kept glancing at the body of Iga Feige, whose clothes were drenched. Instantly furious as if struck by five bolts of lightning, he threw aside all decorum and cursed under his breath.

"No need for formalities, please rise! Come forward one by one for me to inspect. Where has Yingzhi gone?" Ziyun turned around and asked the Great Elder.

The man beside her was equally detached and composed, with distinct, handsome brows and sharp facial contours under the garden lighting. Even dressed in a black coat, he could not be concealed by the night.

Knowing that mixing different medicinal powders might produce unexpected effects, Fubao never dared to compound powders on her own again.

"I am Zhu Hao. I wonder what instructions Young Master Sun has for summoning me here?" Zhu Hao suppressed his urge to laugh and asked with a straight face.

If they wanted players to develop, grow strong, and ultimately dominate that otherworldly realm, what was their biggest obstacle?

Liu Qingyang ignored Hu Shi. He took out a red net and hurled it at the infant demon, trapping it within.

Qu Ying glanced at the stew pot. There was no tofu pudding in it at all—it was just rotting, foul-smelling animal offal.

"Today's events end here. As I said before, those who deserve punishment can come find me. Three days from now, I will post the roster. Anyone who disagrees can collect travel expenses and leave the Zhu residence. Dismissed!" After emphasizing this point, Zhu Hao dismissed the crowd.

A corresponding sense of curiosity suddenly grew exceptionally intense, and Xue Jiuse then stepped forward toward a set of wooden stairs at the end of the corridor.

She called herself Madam Hua. Madam Hua was thirty-five years old; although middle-aged, she remained breathtakingly beautiful. Feng Jin's face had inherited seven or eight tenths of her true essence.

Shi Yunyin had not gained the upper hand at all. Her complexion was obviously unsightly; she simply didn't want to deal with Shi Su anymore, nor did she want Shi Su to touch her belongings.

Qin Ruofeng came to the hospital bed and looked at Mu Yan. Her face was pale now, and not a trace of color could be seen on her lips. Qin Ruofeng thought to himself that a comeless Mu Yan probably wouldn't feel sorrow for the time being... He kept vigil by the hospital bed all night without even closing his eyes, until business matters at the company forced him to leave in the morning.

Shen Bi associated this with the incident when Ni Lingge's mother had her accident—the day Ni Lingge had originally been busy negotiating business at the company.

"I know, I know it all. My memories have returned now, don't worry. The Heavenly Dao is dead too; it won't have another chance." Yue Qianhuan hugged Mo Jiuyue back, her glowing eyes reflecting a renewed contemplation regarding the Supreme Patriarch of the Illusory Spirit Clan.

Gu Yu did not dodge either. Struck to the side, he slammed into the car door with a loud thud. Regaining his wits, neither angered nor weeping, Gu Yu propped himself up on the cushion to slowly resume his kneeling posture, wiped the blood from the corner of his lower lip with one hand, and lowered his head once again without uttering a single word.