Chapter Fifty-One: The Remaining Five Souls
The afternoon breeze in the mountains carried a slight chill. Su Changling wandered aimlessly through the forest, dragging the female ghost along. The clear wind tousled her high-bound long hair, leaving her mind a muddle of confusion.
The illusionary array capable of dispelling grudges had already been entrusted to the senior brother and others for research—at that time, she had intended to stay and help, but her senior sister’s remark, “Changling, do you really understand how to dissolve the myriad resentments clinging to these fierce spirits?” had made her reconsider.
Because Ling Wushuang was pregnant, after Xuanyuan Mo finished speaking with Qing Ling, he reluctantly supported Nan Feng and returned to the family home of the Xuanyuan Qings. As for Ling Wushuang, she was slowly helped forward by Qing Ling.
Once confirmed, the two midwives stopped their nagging and busied themselves once more, preparing to assist Mrs. Sun with the birth.
At this moment, Quan Shaohuang, clad in a purple robe, stood by the doorway. Outside, heavy rain drifted down. Most of his clothes were soaked through, his hair dripping wet and hanging limply, with droplets falling from his garment to the ground.
Quan Shaohuang stretched out one arm, revealing the disheveled folds and suspicious wet stains on his robe, silently testifying to how miserable his sleep had been.
I paused briefly, then burst into laughter, filling the empty cup with wine. We clinked glasses repeatedly, allowing the wine’s “essence” to numb our minds, to soothe this night wracked by sorrow, to calm these trembling, grief-stricken hearts.
“And you? What do you have to say to me?” Marquis Jing’an’s gaze turned cold as he looked at Du Juan, who hung her head in silence.
Age brings wisdom and cunning; his sharp eyes saw through Shu Jingrong’s pretense, but for now, he could only bite back his anger and swallow his frustration.
The next morning, Shen Yuechen and Old Madam Shen departed from the inn. After a day and night of travel by carriage, with stops along the way, they finally arrived at the gates of Laizhou City.
The fierce battle had unleashed even greater power, as if a stretch of sky itself had collapsed. Yet, both the Fiery Daoist and Swordfall remained anxious in their hearts.
My curiosity surged, wanting to ask what he and Musa had done, but I pressed my lips tight, deciding it was best not to stir any more trouble.
She had only handed this authorization to Sun Hao on a sudden impulse. He was a superstar in the music world; perhaps there might be opportunities for her in the future.
Xiang Huai, used to meeting friends and acquaintances, adopted their indifferent demeanor and found an empty seat to sit.
He Ning remained noncommittal, while Guan Xin looked somewhat aggrieved, about to say something. Tang Li cast a cold glance her way, and the words on her lips turned back and were swallowed.
Thankfully, a young lady helped him brew medicine to strengthen his body; otherwise, even an iron constitution wouldn’t have lasted a few more years.
After ringing for a while, Mei Ruoxue’s phone call was cut off. Lin Xiang slipped the phone into his pocket, lacking the courage to answer her now.
Kapnos was familiar with the route. Under his lead, the airborne legion flew in a straight line, heading directly toward their destination.
Because of Yagi Takeshi’s words, “paid leave,” the people, originally shaken by the earthquake, suddenly brightened with smiles. Lin Miao couldn’t help but reflect—this is the power of money.
With this factor in play, Shen Lie dared to swagger openly through the city. It was for this reason he entertained the notion of posing as a member of the Changhe Gang; otherwise, he would never have lingered here.
As the allied forces concentrated and the defensive area shrank dramatically, Peixin’s offensive found it increasingly difficult to achieve significant results.
Xie Shanneng had established such a team and developed it to a high level; naturally, he was not like Xia Jie, a reckless man easily provoked by a few words.