Chapter 114: The Night Market

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Ye Cangming leaned against the wall with his arms folded, his dark robes gleaming coldly beneath the eerie green ghost fire. “You ugly freak, you certainly know how to make snide remarks. If it weren’t for this young master, who knows which corner you’d be dead in by now.”

“Call me Fairy Chu.”

Without turning her head, she corrected him, clapped her hands, and rose. “You only intervened because you were afraid my bad luck would bring trouble to your mother. Did you think I didn’t know?”

“ at least you know your place.”

Ye Cangming gave a derisive laugh. He had no patience to remain in the water dungeon for long.

Even when Murong Jinxiu left, she still could not figure out whom that wicked younger cousin of hers had taken a fancy to.

Old Su lay motionless on the bed. His entire body was as gaunt and withered as dead wood, and large patches of his skin had already rotted away, covered in pus-filled blisters. His condition was extremely grave.

The crowd turned around in astonishment, only to see Lu Chen emerge from a hollow in the wall, covered in dust and grime.

Most of the chess enthusiasts were not particularly skilled, which made their pursuit of and admiration for experts all the more intense. Thunderclap’s merciless online defeats of Korean players had made him even more revered by Chinese chess fans.

With the help of that influential figure, the Jiang and Chen families had risen to prominence in a single bound. In only seven years, one had become the richest family in Jianghai City, while the other had become the leading force in the martial world.

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The impostor was just about to stand when a streak of silver flashed past. He collapsed to the ground, a large pool of crimson blood pouring from his body.

“Lord Shen developed a fever for a while during the night. We summoned a physician, but just as the physician arrived, Lord Shen’s fever began to subside. After taking his pulse, the physician said the fever was already breaking. By now, he is no longer feverish at all,” Zhou Cheng added.

Gao Hongliang and Qin Zhuiyu did not think too much of it. Their eyes burned with excitement as they stared intently at the stand-in Anubis deity.

Because Wei Jianlang and Shen Shilang were as close as brothers, neither Wei Jianlang nor Zhou Cheng had ever guarded against Shen Shilang.

Ye Da knew that overthinking was useless. No matter what sort of game it was, the first thing to do after entering would certainly be to explore the map.

“I’ll go,” someone said in a low voice.

We turned our heads and saw a man wrapped in a huge padded coat, clutching a large cudgel in his arms. No one dared approach within five meters of him. It was none other than Marquis Su, who had begun to stink.

Jin Xiang and several personal guards needed only a moment to erect Xiang Zhuang’s royal tent.

At last, the girls began pairing off and fighting one another, though they stopped as soon as either gained the upper hand. Someone had probably buttered up one of the judges again.

Huang Zhong was fierce and brave, while Zhang Hu and Xu Gai were no ordinary men either. With eight hundred White Camel soldiers as well, they possessed formidable troops and powerful steeds. Yet they were stopped outright by the White Plume forces. By the time the last White Plume soldier had fallen, Liu Bei had already vanished without a trace.

Suddenly, Gu Shaofeng threw back his head and let out a shrill howl. His cry seemed to be filled with boundless agony, and blood immediately began to flow from his seven orifices.

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Gu Fei did not mind. After nodding, he enabled the friend function and immediately received the system notification: “Vast Wilds has added you as a friend.”

Upon hearing this, Lou Jing’s heart tightened. No wonder that when the conscription edict had been issued, only the laborers from Jibei, Linzi, Xue Commandery, and the various commanderies of Liang had hurried to Lu County to assemble, while those from Langya and Jiaodong had remained motionless. Lou Jing had been puzzled at the time, but now it seemed that the king had made meticulous arrangements long ago.

“This…” Great Emperor Jin Ao was rendered speechless by a single sentence from the Ma family head. He choked for a long while without managing to say a word.

Exchanging intelligence was one thing. Being manipulated by someone was another. Even if a conflict broke out and Lu Yinghua were punished by his master upon returning, he still would not let Gan Baidongma have his way—unless it were something beneficial to both sides.

“How dare you!”

Yao Hongye’s eyes bulged with fury, and her delicate face turned pale with a bluish tinge.

Sima Youyue gazed at the Ghost King’s figure. Even at a time like this, she could still sense his unyielding determination not to fall.

Ever since Zhou Yunmei came this time, Luo Zhiyong had adopted a policy of cold indifference, refusing to exchange even half a sentence with her.

“Because of my father and the others?”

Sima Youyue was somewhat surprised. How had this become connected with that matter again?

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