Chapter 54: Blocking the Way

"Soul Search!"
She pressed a large hand down toward Xiao Yichen's head.
"How dare you!"
Mu Wanqing no longer wanted to listen. Staggering away, tears welled up in her eyes, leaving her in a daze. Was the feud between the two brothers caused by her appearance? Should she be described as a femme fatale?
"This is ventriloquism, does it sound similar?" Yu Fei said again with a cheeky grin, though the voice was now a man's.
The tail-like figure dropped a remark: "I advise Mr. Du to look out for his own safety!" With that, he pushed open the car door and prepared to jump out. Chen Junrong whirled around and fired a shot with a raised hand. The bullet grazed the man's hair and struck the ground, the smell of gunpowder piercing his nostrils.
Elder Sister Zhang took the first room in the east wing, while Zhang Tiemu and the others shared rooms in pairs, settling in respectively. The kitchen was also fully stocked with supplies, giving the mountain estate a completely fresh look. Truly, having money makes things easy to accomplish.
The mountain path was treacherous. Even in broad daylight, Lu Chen inevitably took a few tumbles, but fortunately, Brother Hong and his men had not pursued them, which gave Lu Chen some relief.
The night passed peacefully. The next day, as the very first ray of dawn pierced the horizon, Li Zongliang and Li Erhuai had already stepped outside, led out the old green donkey, and readied the cart, preparing to set off on their journey.
Shen Zhiyuan had no way to resist Liu Xinru's decree, so he could only enter the palace with trembling heart alongside Shen Yunyu, coming before Liu Xinru.
The three parties involved fell somewhat silent. They too bore a share of the responsibility for this matter; although they had tried their utmost to make amends afterward, the damage already done was simply irreparable.
Before he knew it, Ji Yucheng had stopped absorbing the energy of the crystals. However, Ji Yucheng failed to notice that at this moment, the air throughout the entire ice chamber was gradually growing hazy.
This man known as Brother Peng actually possessed quite a background; his grandfather worked in the national security department, and although ostensibly subordinate to the Beijing Military Region, he actually belonged to an independent system.
While the core enterprise of Guangjitang was its clinic, the clinic could not generate massive profits—it could only be said to barely sustain the luxurious lifestyle of a few individuals. What truly made money were pharmaceuticals: the traditional Chinese patent medicines produced in cooperation with Yangtze Pharmaceuticals, as well as the black plaster ointments manufactured independently by Guangjitang.
Feeling somewhat jinxed by this, I walked out to the garden bench, sat down, and lit a cigarette. Su Duoduo sat down beside me as well, watching me with an amused smile.
The whip fell to the ground, and the housekeeper attempted to stand up to retrieve it, but Ling'er moved a step ahead of her, once again flicking her sleeve.
This Charlie was dressed in a designer suit, wore a high-end gold and diamond watch, and sported gold-rimmed glasses around his neck, yet incongruously, he was holding a green-patinated bronze abacus that utterly clashed with his status.
The melodious ringing of the telephone shattered the intoxicating spring romance within the room. Dong Jian paused in his movements and glanced back at the mobile phone resting in the trouser pocket on the sofa.
The man obediently took off his helmet, revealing the face of a leering, middle-aged scoundrel. A mustache curled up at both corners of his mouth, and on his left cheek grew a dark, prominent wart, from which a few long, stray hairs fluttered and danced in the wind.
"Old Su, how does your leg feel?" Chen Feng chuckled quietly on the side. This guy was really amusing; despite his advanced age, he still knew how to feel embarrassed.
It is much like life and death. Life is wakefulness, and death is slumber. Yet how can you know that this life is not merely a daydream, and that death is not a release found after awakening from a grand dream?
After pulling back her sorrowful emotions, Ling'er suddenly realized something and tentatively called out, "Tiantian." Able to be touched and seen, this meant she had not died.