The Ghost King Kisses the Little Sweetheart Until She Cries (2)

The boy looked to be about seventeen or eighteen, tall and slender with cold, sharp features. He wore a standard high school uniform, the collar slightly open to reveal the delicate line of his collarbone. His skin was so pale it was nearly translucent, as if it had never been touched by sunlight; just looking at him made one feel a chill emanating from his very being. There was not a trace of youthful vitality about him. His demeanor was gloomy, his dark, sunken eyes like bottomless, frigid pools.

Sonoko felt this wasn't working, so she pulled out her phone to check the time. To her surprise, it was already 9:30.

They were all local gentry of Shicheng, accustomed to a life of ease and privilege. Having never witnessed such a bloody scene, they were already terrified to the point of collapse.

Meanwhile, Izumiichiro Yamamoto, burning with anxiety, had no time to watch them engage in their tedious displays of affection; he focused on driving, heading straight for Beika Hospital.

At the side gate, he encountered his sister-in-law again. He offered a formal greeting as before, but ignoring her hateful glare, Yan Hong didn't bother with further pleasantries. There were some things and some people he could no longer concern himself with; he could only focus on doing what he truly needed to do.

Early the next morning, Wang Meiyuan got up to cook. From the kitchen came the sounds of pots and pans clattering—"bang, clatter." Guan Li, deep in sleep, was startled awake. Knowing his mother wasn't very skilled in the kitchen, he got up to help her.

He reflected on his day: he’d gone out to pick up some clothes, gotten into a fight, taken a stroll, grabbed a meal, and slept.

"Sister Wenwen, why do you think Brother Chen brought Meng Siqi back?" Lin Shanshan asked, gritting her teeth.

Bai Li had walked a long way before finally reaching the slum outside the city. It was a slum in every sense of the word; the dwellings were merely makeshift sheds that wouldn't hold up against any significant wind or rain.

Back in the dormitory, Chun Yuan was still studying, never letting her guard down. Whenever she had asked her classmates for help before, they would explain the problems to her, but today they all claimed they didn't know how. Chun Yuan gave up, deciding to ask the teacher tomorrow.

The old man, now terrified of Wang Hao’s authority, dared not meet his gaze, and thus failed to notice the shifts in the latter's expression as he continued to ramble on.

The fact that they had sent people without even asking for his location meant that his whereabouts had been under their surveillance the entire time, didn't it?

For the insecure Fatty Yang of those years, he never got the chance to say thank you to Gu Yuan.

"So that means none of them are in the city center right now?" Lin Xuan asked, a sharp glint in his eyes.

Yet, anger aside, Fang Cunshan recalled what the middle-aged man had said earlier: the opponent was no simple figure! It was highly probable that he was an innate expert.

By late at night, the rain had intensified. It fell in a deluge, as if the heavens had collapsed, pouring down in a vast, overwhelming curtain. The raindrops merged into a giant web, and beyond the rustling sound of the rain hitting the ground, nothing else could be heard.

"Yes, they have a rule: anyone who leaves that village is forbidden from ever speaking of it again, especially regarding gu-poison or sorcery, or they will surely die. Fortunately, you have the antidote, otherwise, you would have died without even knowing why." Kindaichi seemed to have no fondness for Wu Jingming.

Before he could say anything, Su Chen spoke up from the side, "Where did this dog come from, barking here?"

"Black box" was the hospital's colloquial term for a hearse. The three of them found this quite strange.

The killing blow unleashed with such fury was exceptionally sharp and violent; even an S-class expert might not be able to withstand it.

Furthermore, Ye Liushang had been appearing frequently by the "Celestial Sister's" side lately, which, in an invisible way, made him a target for unwanted attention.

Just as he reached the entrance of the Naval Compound, several trucks filed out one after another. Jianguo stopped the car and waited patiently for the convoy to pass.