Volume 1, Chapter 64: This Is No Joke

"Fifty catties of fine grain! Why don't you just rob someone!"

In this day and age, ten catties of grain could make people fight tooth and nail until bloodshed!

Fifty catties of fine grain!

That was practically as good as taking someone's life!

Not to mention that Shi Jincui couldn't possibly produce it, even if everyone in Yushan Village pooled their resources together, they wouldn't be able to come up with it.

"What, you don't want to pay, huh... Fine. We can let the Red Guards from the county judge the matter. Oh, and by the way, Widow Shi, I forgot to tell you—this chessboard is the very one my father played chess on with the Elder back in the day. When the time comes, you'd better think carefully about what kind of crime you'll be charged with!!"

"Who are you, and why are you here?" the old man asked very sternly. At the same time, when Li Xiang saw the old man's name, three black lines instantly appeared on his forehead.

The three of them strolled along, enjoying the night scenery. The sky was dotted with countless stars, indicating that tomorrow would be another bright, sunny day.

"Come in and talk!" Leng Chenglai pushed open the door of the ward. Mu Xinyu still had her back to the door, her intention quite obvious: she had no desire to deal with him.

Gradually, however, results began to show. A swirl of wind passed between Ye Feng's hands, and the decomposed Chitian Steel slowly drifted out in the form of particles. Although there weren't many, the individual particles were clearly visible.

Long Moxuan gave Leng Yurou a somewhat apprehensive glance. Seeing that her expression remained normal, he finally set his mind at ease, walked over slowly, and sat down beside her.

This tribe was extremely crude. Some houses were built up in the trees, some people had randomly thrown together simple shacks, and others had simply hollowed out cavities in tree trunks. Outside stood some simple fences alongside many sharpened wooden stakes, upon which hung the skulls of Orcs, Moonlight Clan members, and even humans.

Li Zhiting heard the giggling at the doorway, climbed out of bed slowly, and gazed at his three wives with a naked body, letting his imagination run wild.

Hearing her say this, I couldn't help but puff out my chest and stand tall. Relying on my 55 points of luck and the stellar moral character of helping old ladies cross the street every day, could my character and luck possibly be bad?

Xingtian walked over to Xue Weiguo's corpse and pumped several more bullets into his head until the magazine was completely emptied. By then, Xue Weiguo's face was completely unrecognizable.

Assuming Zhang Tingyu wanted to silence witnesses, why would the assassin seek out the Ship Fist Sect? Why did Zhang Tingyu trust the Ship Fist Sect so much? Clearly, the assassin's murder was untrustworthy, and Zhang Buxiang was lying.

After Yun Zhen met his master and learned that his mother was not yet in danger, he left Liu E in Ganzhou to keep her company, while he himself took the ashes of the two generations of patriarchs and went up Mount Qilian with Pei Song to Mount Tianmen for burial.

The topics online gradually went off-topic. Many netizens shifted from discussing everything that happened at the press conference to supporting either Lin Yichen or Tsuchiya Daimao. It seems the habit of derailing comment threads isn't exclusive to Chinese netizens.

Arriving at this place, a sense of astonishment finally began to well up in Lin Ran's heart. By this moment, he finally felt a faint trace of dread creeping over him, because in this place, everything was exceedingly precious.

Slowly, another two days passed. Lin Ran pushed this matter to the back of his mind, and a smile returned to his face.

Thick smoke billowed downward. Before Mo Li and Qiao Ling'er could make any reaction, they were completely surrounded by the dense smoke. Although the two figures were very close to each other, their vision was completely blocked by the smoke, and only the sound of incessant coughing let them know they were still alive amidst the haze.

Mozhu clicked his tongue. Of course he believed she wouldn't keep a man; this was Huo Ziyin's absolute self-confidence.

Just at that moment, however, a strange sound suddenly echoed from within the room. The three of them looked toward the floor together and witnessed a bizarre scene.

Li Muye had always been someone who firmly believed that human effort could conquer fate—that his destiny was in his own hands, not dictated by the heavens. Yet he was always adept at being flexible, knowing that human capabilities always had their limits, and no matter how meticulous the planning, human calculations could never outmatch the heavens. Sometimes, a gambler's luck was still required.