Chapter 60: Ghostly Encounters at the Paper Mill

"It was people from the Shen family themselves who came up to our mountain."

Seated and holding a cup of hot tea, Yu Xiuzhu murmured softly. His eye rims were still red, and the depths of his pupils retained a clear trace of lingering fear.

Fortunately, after Feidu's departure, his condition was visibly much more stable than before. At least now, facing the remaining three people in the courtyard, he no longer stammered as he had earlier.

"The master of their paper mill said that recently there had been hauntings in the mill—that pap–"

Startlingly, the deity's palms were actually linked together with the legs and palms of Ah Tie and Nie Feng across the divine stone, making them impossible to separate; moreover, the large shield transformed from the divine stone was continuously revolving with a majestic white radiance. Looking closer, could this white radiance be none other than one of the divine glows containing half of the Mahayana Immeasurable?

One of the most depressing things in the world is when someone can accurately guess your likely course of action, and then analyze—in a completely diametrically opposed and backward manner—motives or thoughts that are entirely contrary to your original intentions.

"Forget it, I'm going to sleep!" Zhao Zhen simply assumed he had completed his mission and fell headlong into sleep. Empress Guo was displeased by his boorish behavior as well, and out of spite, she turned around to face away from him, saying no more.

As for why such a situation arose, Dong Zhuo goes without saying. His background determined that, apart from a small number of gentry with no great ambitions, practically everyone else in the empire holding even the slightest ambition for an official career would feel dissatisfied with his existence.

Of course, the reverse of this statement also holds true—if no qualitative change has occurred, it can only mean that your quantity is still insufficient.

"The entire army is fully prepared, and we hope the general can set a date for our return." Having been in Dianchi for over two months, Xu An also felt it necessary to remind Li Yu not to get so distracted by beauties as to forget business. No matter what, they could not delay Li Yu's wedding date, or else his father would not spare him either.

Those slow-to-react pilots, or rather those whose attention was entirely focused on the ground situation, were the unlucky ones this time. Before they even understood what was happening, they were struck by the ground-based anti-aircraft guns.

This strike was unleashed with the entirety of their strength. If they were to retreat, they would inevitably fall into a disadvantageous position, and the outcome of falling into a disadvantageous position in such circumstances goes without saying. Therefore, no matter how powerless they felt, they had to hold on stubbornly. Whoever could endure would achieve ultimate victory and defeat the opponent to awe the Three Realms.

Night once again enshrouded the Guanzhong Plain, and the dust storm that had raged throughout the day gradually subsided as usual.

Compared to the merits of the Underworld and the Six Realms of Reincarnation, the nominal Lord of the Three Realms—the Heavenly Court—really amounted to very little. It was no wonder the Jade Emperor could utter such words: trading the Heavenly Court for the Underworld was, by any measure, a tremendous stroke of fortune. To master the Underworld was to master boundless merit.

Qin Chong'er was outwitted by a single move, yet naturally unwilling to lag behind, she secretly sent someone back to her own courtyard to fetch a suet white jade ruyi inlaid with Nanshan jadeite as a tribute to the Old Madame.

"Then I'll be leaving first," Gong Zhuoxi said, fastening his suit jacket and taking two steps forward.

"The Fifth Edict: Cinnabar marsh heroes in arms, expel evils and suppress malice without pause." Without the slightest hesitation, I directly invoked the Fifth Edict.

The internal space of the treasure vase and the gray-white ethereal space were still confronting each other within Chen Ruolan's sea of consciousness. Wang Lun had always wanted to rely on his own strength to resolve this hidden danger in Chen Ruolan's sea of consciousness, but now he involuntarily thought of the Myriad Spirits Treasure Vase.

"Pfft~" The comrade-in-arms with the most severe injuries, who had merely been holding on, vomited a mouthful of blood and breathed his last.

That person neither uttered a sound nor showed any false modesty. He merely extended a pampered hand, picked up a slice of vegetarian beef fillet, put it into his mouth, chewed it carefully, and nodded repeatedly to indicate his satisfaction.

Uh... You mean to say... if this plan is to succeed, we should look for helpers among the Bingzhou people?

Ruojun walked back into the shop with tightly knitted brows, sat down on a stool, felt utterly drained of strength, rested her arms on the table, and propped up her forehead.