Chapter 53: Uncontrollable

The female ghost’s chest heaved violently; she looked like a soldier blinded by bloodlust, determined not to let her enemy go even if it meant destroying everything in the process.

Old Li felt a chilling wind howl toward him as he witnessed the scene.

I truly couldn't bear to watch any longer—if anything happened to Old Li, getting the truth from that father and son would be as difficult as reaching the heavens.

In this line of work, it’s often said…

Upon hearing this, Kurapika paused for a moment; thinking about it, it truly was as Leorio had said—even knowing the dangers, one would still participate. Why bring needless trouble upon oneself?

The boss’s face was equally grim. He glanced at Li Xuan and shook his head, then turned back to his business—at this moment, keeping busy was the only way to temporarily forget the terror.

Because she was prone to overthinking, she ended up creating a whole script. “Brother Xu, do you think this could be made into a film?”

“Since we don’t see eye to eye, there’s nothing more to say. I’ll take my leave.” The newcomer, faced with Diqi’s relentless pressure and attempt to seize the upper hand, remained unfazed by Diqi’s verbal threats and turned to leave without hesitation.

Xiaqiu nodded in understanding. “Now, let’s talk about any difficulties the newspaper is facing, so we can all work together to find solutions.”

Arcueid and Ciel both frowned slightly—something utterly revolting was undoubtedly happening in this underground chamber.

At this thought, Kamijou Touma sighed. Apparently, after his cousin Ryujin Yiji visited last time, she developed a liking for Li Xuan, constantly expressing her admiration and saying she’d definitely return if given the chance.

At this moment, the total number of demonic hands he unleashed exceeded thirty, descending upon Noel like an avalanche.

Liu Haihua hadn’t taken it seriously before, but the moment Chen Feng mentioned it was worth over a hundred million, his expression changed instantly. Though Liu Haihua was the top official in Xiahai County, recent financial troubles had been severe. A sum of this magnitude would be enough to keep things afloat for a while.

Silica nodded, waved her left hand to open the main window, and scrolled through her inventory to materialize “Pina’s Heart.”

After layering several magical defenses, Elder Wang finally withstood the assault, beads of cold sweat breaking out as he squinted at Ye Xuan.

Seeing this, I sat down nearby, looking at the three of them. Their eyes were red as well—I had no idea what they’d just discussed downstairs.

He never really wanted the throne anyway; after all, his father had founded the War God Empire while remaining behind the scenes, supporting the Lin family, the imperial line of the War God Empire.

Last time I learned the Doppelgänger Technique from Bai Li Lang, and it’s proven quite useful—this was already my second time using it to confuse a twelfth-level ghost, and the results were impeccable.

Without concern for Zhao Xingsheng’s stunned reaction, she shoved the wine glass into his hand and pulled Gu Qiu Yue along as they continued forward.

“Zhang Dahai! Village official!” The words ground out from between Zhang Mingyu’s teeth like icy pebbles, his deep-set eyes burning with a murderous intent that sent chills down the spine.

This matter—the unsavory master has already messaged me several times, so I’ll have to make a trip to Kyoto tonight.

Wu Peining guided me along the way. Thankfully, we could drive straight to her village, which made things a lot more convenient.

After several rituals to cleanse my mother’s body, countless medicinal herbs, and the cultivation of battle energy, my mother not only regained her youth but was also more radiant and charming than her peers.

“Huineng, I’m not here to fight today. I just feel something’s odd and wanted to ask you about it.” Seeing Zhang Tai’s guarded demeanor, Ji Changfeng merely smiled, sat down in the nearby chair, and looked at Zhang Tai with a gentle laugh.

Ai Qiaoqiao broke into a smile through her tears—he was still so bad at comforting people, but with only rough men under his command, who would ever dare laugh at her?