Chapter 59: The Loach

“So, what do you mean by ‘a good show’?” Wang Zifang’s face brimmed with curiosity.

Beside her, Dazhuang, Wang Huazhong, and Zhuang Liu appeared indifferent, but their ears were perked up attentively.

Even Gu Zhuo, usually reserved, betrayed an uncommon interest; perhaps it wasn’t curiosity per se, but rather a delight at the prospect of Bai Yan’s misfortune.

Nurse Xiaolin’s urge to confide soared to its peak under their eager gazes. She took a sip of water and said, “Just this morning, Mrs. Ye came to the hospital to demand money from Bai Yan.”

Qingwei’s expression grew solemn. “The three of us know nothing about the Abyss. I wonder what Lord Demon thinks?”

With Natasha’s persuasion, Wang Peter was finally rid of his last anxiety. He began calling each name on the list he’d spent over ten days drafting.

“Too bad we can only pull this off once,” Simon said, but the abandonment of all elegance in his smile betrayed his true feelings.

Zhou Yu pondered deeply. He knew this was a temptation nearly impossible to refuse, and he also knew this delicacy might turn into deadly poison. Frankly, compared to Xiakou, Huainan excelled in every aspect, tenfold. Yet the crucial issue was that sending troops to Huainan might provoke Lü Bu to mobilize as well.

At that moment, Lady Yuming was struck by Ma Fengbing’s Golden Fire Palm, sent tumbling into a cluster of peonies. Luo Yu wasted no time, pulling out the Cloud Image Talisman and spreading it to the wind.

“Honey, looks like you won’t get any rest today—a troublesome matter just came up!” Just as he was about to enjoy a nap at home, Pani walked into the room.

Pang Tong stared at Lü Bu in astonishment. He had never seen Lü Bu so fervent—this was a kind of pathological madness. Only true war fanatics bore such an expression. Could it be that the Qin King, who had always aspired to unify the realm, was himself a war fanatic? If so, where would this take the Qin Dynasty?

Liang Xiaoying looked at Tang Jin and suddenly found his smile so bright and cheerful that, for some reason, her heart began to pound wildly. Her cheeks blushed crimson, and she even forgot what she wanted to say to him.

Tang Jin lay comfortably on the hospital bed, wanting to yawn, but remembering Chen Bingwen was watching him, he suppressed it and kept his eyes closed, continuing to feign sleep.

As for the main character, Yang Xiaoyang spent the entire procedure with a cherry-red face, head bowed, unable to lift it until the stitching was finished.

Meanwhile, Yu Qian’s disciples and assistants, still busy at their tasks, saw Wei Wuji arrive and grew excited one after another.

With a wave of her hands, she conjured a surge of blue light like rolling waves, forming a giant billow in the air that crashed toward the deity with overwhelming force.

“You’re holding things for others—don’t you check them beforehand?” Long Xiangtian glared as he asked.

Qi Feng shuddered as if struck by electricity, standing frozen in place and feigning death, unwilling to open the door for Wei Qingcheng.

Zhang Yiming clenched his fists. He had never encountered a situation like today’s—it was a humiliation for any man.

Yet only before his mother would this young master retract his fangs. Thus, Xu Li was eager to cultivate a good relationship with Lady Dan, hoping she might someday save his life.

Those under the Soul Capturing Spell retain their original consciousness, yet obey the caster’s commands. The spell is harmful to the body; severely wounded victims succumb as time passes. Even those with advanced martial arts, once the spell is lifted, are left greatly weakened.

Zhang Yifan’s expression brightened. After spending an entire day and millions on advertising, he had finally found someone who might know the whereabouts of the Crystal of Machinery. Though not necessarily reliable, there was at least a glimmer of hope.

Before anyone could thank him, Luo Hebin left the captain’s room, for Long Ling’er was still waiting outside.