Chapter 155: Zhou's Warehouse

Jiang Butong shook his head; this was a tricky situation. Too light, and it would be ineffective; too heavy, and he risked offending Luo Yongqiang. He truly could not help with this favor.

At the very least, not openly.

Liu Shuanzhu drove the car, taking Jiang Butong away from the International Trade Building.

Inside the car, Liu Shuanzhu asked Jiang Butong, "Brother Tong, why did you let that man go just now?"

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Damn it, in my panic just now, I forgot the secret incantation for the second scroll, so I immediately formed the hand seal and recited the spell again. To my surprise, it worked this time; after I finished, they stood rooted to the spot, unmoving, just staring straight at me, which sent a chill running through my heart.

I suddenly felt utterly speechless and hastily interrupted her lamentations, "Alright, alright, it’s raining outside. You should head back and stop wandering around. I’m going to sleep, so let’s leave it at that." Without waiting for her reply, I pressed the end-call button.

Li Shimin glanced at Li Yuanba. He knew that his brother had been in a coma for so many years and likely truly did not recognize the children of these princes and ministers.

"The Road to the Yellow Springs? Doesn't that mean I'm going to die?" I was a bit suspicious. Was Qingqing colluding with that life-soul to trick me? I had a vague feeling I was being led into a trap.

A piercing pain spread from her abdomen throughout her entire body. As it turned out, the white jade hairpin had been driven into her stomach. A mouthful of blood surged up, and Ziyu Ning convulsed in agony. Through her blurred vision, she finally caught a glimpse of her attacker.

I brought up the matter of Chuchu to him once more, but in the end, I was rejected again. He told me that if I was bored, I could find Tong Yue to go shopping or grab tea.

Gu Xixi glared at him and reached out to press the button herself, but her arm was too short to reach. She angrily unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned forward across Chen Jiran to press it.

I hesitated over whether to go straight to the hospital, recalling every little detail of the years I had spent with Ye Shengyin. Although we had disagreed at times and had argued or held grudges before, it had never been like this—a cold war and estrangement without even a single argument.

So many people had called her name, so many had addressed her as Xixi. But why did those two syllables make my heart tighten when they came from his lips?

Song Bixia felt a bit better upon hearing this, yet a knot remained in her heart, and she fell into silence.

According to the records of the Four Seas, there were seven hundred and thirty-two named True Immortals. Many of them were recluses who generally ignored worldly affairs, focusing instead on attaining the golden immortal fruit. The Four Seas had invited one hundred and seventy-three True Immortals, but in the end, fewer than one hundred arrived.

Cash on delivery was the rule for underground transactions in Zhuo City. Li Luo stepped out slowly, pulled a stack of banknotes from his robes, and counted out thirty of them. Lady Mei curled her red lips slightly, gracefully extended her hand to offer the jade dew bottle to Li Luo, and took the money in exchange. After a brief inspection, she tucked it away.

Because the Great Tang’s Dongyou Sect was the third-largest powerhouse on the continent and had long been its hegemon, the Northern Wilderness Ice Phoenix Clan Alliance would not dare to disrespect Elder Tang. Moreover, since Shan Gong'er was also the disciple of two peerless experts, the Ice Phoenix Clan Alliance dared not treat her poorly.

In an unknown corner of the Cloud Map Realm, two obscure yet immensely powerful auras communicated with mutual hostility.

Zhao Xin’s movements were so sudden and grand that Huang was startled, turning her gaze toward him.

Suhe Chuan felt a chill in his heart. He could never have imagined that such a ruthless and bloodthirsty person would be a soldier of the Mutianlang Central Cavalry, nor that Li Luo could actually tolerate her.

Half an hour later, everyone gathered together, but the result remained the same: there was still no news of Huizhong; he had simply vanished into thin air.

Upon hearing the title "Prefect of Shu County," Li Qing’s gaze turned icy. His bloodshot eyes grew incredibly deep as he instructed an attendant nearby, "Let them in. I want to see just what this Prefect, who is always such a busy man of importance, has to say."