Chapter 55: Confusion Between Right and Wrong

In truth, Xu Zhen had her own little schemes. Since Gu Zhuo was able to cure her current facial paralysis, perhaps she also had a way to treat Xu Zhen’s cerebral infarction. Even if the other woman couldn’t completely heal her stroke, her skills were certainly superior to the Western medicine practiced at the local hospital. Did this mean she might not have to stay here and could go home instead?

After all, she had no desire to live under the same roof as Jiang Fang. If her son hadn’t already bought the tickets, she wouldn’t have agreed to come no matter what anyone said.

It seemed that those who had been tempered by the fires of war truly were hard to kill. But perhaps that was for the best.

“Hand over the Microcosm in your palm. I know your master passed it on to you.” The old man tapped his cane, his tone calm. Du Jiu shook his head and, somewhat fearfully, glanced at Tian Ying.

Although Yun Di disliked this Yun Hei, he dared not show it—self-preservation took precedence.

After several exchanges, the Dragon Child’s face, initially deathly pale, was now flushed bright red from the violent force of Yin Tianchou’s strikes. Blood surged within him. Towering as he was, with his face now red, he resembled the fierce-faced Guan Yu.

Yu Yin, seeing that the inner elixir taken from the Fragrant Hill could indeed be used to threaten them, was overjoyed and immediately dove toward the pair in a flash of sword light.

“You’re awful! That’s nonsense—how could I—” To everyone’s surprise, Tang Lian, who had moments before been so serious, suddenly changed her tone, bringing her fists up under her chin and looking as innocent as could be.

The man with the earring was at a loss and had no choice but to do as Chen Hao asked, making several calls before finally obtaining a photo of Yuexi.

That day, the two of them arrived in Lejiang County, but gained nothing. Frustrated, they went to the county’s largest inn, Leisure Tavern, to drink and ease their minds. The new year was approaching, and as the county was a crucial waterway at the junction of the Min and Jinsha Rivers, merchants crowded the town. They arrived early, yet barely found a vacant seat.

The Shameless Thieves and their companions were undoubtedly the lucky players in this latest downgrade. With their current strength, “Shameless Thief” and his group were among the rare high-level players in the entire server of “Kings’ Conquest.”

Zhao Qu, Pang Gong, and Pang Rou recruited refugees in Xiangwu and Zhang County, implementing the garrison-farming system of the Lucheng Army, appointing county stewards, county captains, six administrators for official affairs, and organizing local governance into the three levels of township, village, and pavilion.

The God of Stories, originally residing in the Seventh Multiverse, drew a door with a casual gesture and stepped through it, thus eluding the devastating war of the Transcendent Gods that was destroying the omnipotent universe, and entered the Eighth Multiverse.

At the very last minute before the mission’s deadline, Tang Chuci finally completed the task on his end, thus avoiding the terrifying penalty of doubling the number of Inspectors.

“Don’t worry, sister-in-law! I’ll take care of it. Now that I’m leaving, all the burdens of this family are on your shoulders. Remember to look after yourself and don’t overwork!” Xu Yunqin said with a smile.

Liu Xin hurriedly ate a few bites before dressing and leaving. As he boarded the carriage, he suddenly remembered that his three horses had been taken by men from the Outer North City Commandery, whose commander was Shao Shiwang.

The previous Ghost Doctor’s skills were superb, but she found them difficult to learn. In the end, she mastered only one technique and, with unwarranted confidence, stepped forward to inherit the Ghost Doctor’s mantle.

“The person I want to expose is important. I can’t give you the materials; I must hand them over to Director Wu myself,” Xu Zhiguo said, patting the army-green backpack he’d been carrying all along.

“Uncle Lian, didn’t you say the prisoner would be brought here for release and then the Embroidered Guards would come to arrest him? But the townsfolk haven’t even left yet!” An Huan’er, puzzled, pulled her head back in and asked Uncle Lian Su.

Seeing that the martial commanders of the Wu clan had all been killed, except for the direct descendants, the remaining soldiers surrendered on the spot.

After murmuring these words, Jiang Songqi slowly lifted his head from his side. From an angle only Ming Sheng could see, a smile appeared on his lips—a smile that belonged to him alone, tinged with a sick and frenzied madness.