Volume One, Chapter 43: Secretary Yang Hanged Himself Out of Guilt

Lin Ranran never expected Xia Zhiyuan to suspect her. She had to admit, Xia Zhiyuan was quite clever. Unfortunately, her intelligence was misplaced.

Dongfang Xiao hesitated for a moment, then released his own energy fluctuations. Instantly, he sensed the persistent pursuer behind them—Brother Flathead—and immediately understood Shi Jian’s intentions. Without delay, he summoned his spiritual power and followed closely behind Shi Jian.

Meanwhile, another figure dressed in black still held Tao Zhuohua hostage, slowly retreating along the mountain path, trying to reach the carriage hidden by the roadside. But Tao Zhuohua refused to comply. Still shaken, she was almost moved to tears the moment He Zicen appeared.

Everything that had happened before, even Bu Fan asking about the decomposition of spiritual patterns earlier that day, seemed as if it had all been orchestrated by the Apostle. Dao Ming, having figured out the underlying cause, told Bu Fan everything he knew about decomposing spiritual patterns, holding nothing back.

Tiger had heard tales of an exceedingly rare and terrifying existence on the continent of Aze, beings known as Necromancers. They could commune with the underworld and summon powerful, evil creatures.

After all, He Chuan had met Li Qing’s parents. They had made it very clear, asking He Chuan to look after Li Qing for a while, though He Chuan wasn’t particularly willing to take on this responsibility.

“What’s on your mind?” Pangpang patted He Chuan’s shoulder and said, “The old captain has his reasons for doing what he does. There’s no need for you to overthink it—just focus on your own duties.”

This time, the red figure seemed to be beckoning to Mo Yi, as if trying to say something. But because Mo Yi was still some distance away from the ghost, he couldn’t hear anything at all.

Watching one loyal minister after another meet such an end, Li Longshou’s eyes gradually grew misty. He reached out toward Lord Hou in the distance, but his hands froze in midair, as if powerless.

“What?” Zhang Haotian didn’t understand. That was obviously Zhou Yingying—why did Mo Yi say it wasn’t?

“I’m doing well. And you? Is your health much better now?” Lu Fengye’s tone was equally respectful.

Momo and Ling’er were so absorbed in the spectacle ahead, they paid no heed to the disapproving looks cast at them from behind. Red Leopard wanted to remind his master of his connection to Momo, but given the occasion, he dared not speak her name, pacing in agitation.

Their arrival sent the soldiers into a panic, making them all retreat. Then, from the distance came a thunderous rumble. Lei Zhan turned to see tanks rolling in, and black warships crowding the sky above.

Upon entering the clan’s territory, the leader’s aura faded, and the king’s essence shifted. Amid the shifting spirits, a shadow struck me, the king’s roots rising one by one.

When countless rat claws skittered across my back, leapt onto my head, and then used their powerful hind legs to launch themselves off my skull, I could only cling tightly to my face to protect my dignity from the ignorance of the rats.

Feng Yishu’s expression darkened, the teacup in her hand crackling as fine cracks spread across its delicate surface, tea leaking through the fractures—though at least this time, she didn’t shatter the cup entirely.

This was also the process of particle fission. After the flash of light, dozens of pounds of fissioned elements exploded. The entire planet Tumu resembled an eye slowly closing in the vast universe; when the light formed a continuous line, a ball of red fire erupted in an instant, and the whole planet became an inferno.