Chapter 84: Chili Powder

Fortunately, the results were gratifying.

At last, the heavenly voice of the system echoed in her mind.

“Ding! Congratulations, host. Task completed. The reward has been sent to your system backpack~”

The system’s voice carried a gossipy excitement. “Su Qinghan’s heart rate is 120 per minute. Current affection level +5, now at -2. Special plot ‘Sword Cultivator or Heartbeat’ unlocked. Host may review later~”

The tone was so cheeky, it made Chu Yu…

“Well then, let’s use him to deliver the message. Let him take the news about General Lu Fang out. When the time comes, Qin Shitian will definitely believe it,” Lin Feng said with a smile.

Zhong Tianhe remained silent, his expression sinister as he continued to stare at the car window. His gaze seemed to pierce through to Yin Tianchao and Shu Mo outside, and also to gouge at Su Hao.

It was the ending she had wanted, yet it left her completely shattered, her body hollowed out, her soul adrift.

The two fell into a gloomy silence for a while. Suddenly, Xiao Ran let out a whimper, snapping them both to attention as they rushed to check on him.

Liu Mu understood without explanation. Here were more than two hundred thousand Goguryeo slaves. These people needed clothes, work uniforms for mining, and so on. The garment workshop was a business with enormous demand.

She had actually arrived early, observing from the car outside for quite some time, unable to guess what Xiao Wu was up to. Xiao Wu’s indifferent, nonchalant attitude made her uneasy.

Dinner left her stomach bulging, content as a frog that had just flipped onto its back. She patted her frog belly with satisfaction, ending her meal.

Because of the injury to her waist, Hua Jing absolutely refused to let Qianqian practice dancing with her again, insisting she wait until fully healed. So Qianqian stayed in the villa, repeatedly watching Latin dance tapes, memorizing the steps and postures, determined to be more proficient when her injury recovered.

Rayke understood his concern. Putting himself in the same position, if something happened to Xiao Wu, he’d be more anxious than anyone.

Su Shiyun was weak and indecisive, yet had such an outstanding cousin? It seemed fate favored her rival too much, sending all that was good in the world to the Su family.

“Stop shrieking, are you trying to scare someone to death? When does the camp not light fires at night?” Chen An scolded, face darkening. Looking up, he too was shocked—thick gray smoke soared skyward, and the overwhelming blaze was clearly not just a bonfire for warmth, but a real inferno, its source at the camp’s edge.

As for the construction, Li Youqian was an amateur. After watching for a while, he still couldn’t make sense of it. With a professional like Jin Shaoqing overseeing things, he had nothing to worry about.

During the clearing process, many items were unearthed from the pit—porcelain bowls, clay jars, and some rusty ironware.

Hearing this, Thunder felt a bit dispirited. He hadn’t expected Deng Rui to be so difficult. After saying so much, Deng Rui remained unmoved. Was his loyalty to Wen Xin truly that unwavering?

Annoyed, he wondered if anyone would ever get any sleep. Xia Zimo, shaken awake, simply headbutted him in retaliation.

The Dayao Palace was splendid and majestic. Everyone had black hair and yellow skin; whether it was the shabby carriage or Ning Xizui’s snowy skin and blue eyes, they all seemed out of place.

Losses of this magnitude meant little to the Chen family, a prominent clan of the northern frontier. With their deep foundations, it was hardly worth mentioning.

He hadn’t planned to reveal his trump card so early, but the situation in Qingdao forced his hand. Without absolute certainty of defeating the powerful Japanese Army, Wang Jin would never let slip any method that could increase the Restoration Army’s odds.

The moment the tall figure appeared, the shadowy specter fell completely silent—even its presence nearly vanished.