Ghost King Makes the Little Darling Cry (21)

The next day, when Hua Mi stepped outside, Jing Tong was already waiting for her at the school gate. Upon seeing her, the man immediately broke into a wide smile and waved at her.

Jing Tong was very reliable when it came to serious matters. He seemed to have his own methods for dispelling the grudges of vengeful spirits, and after arriving today, he had already found leads on several other enemies of the ghost.

After working together for a few days, Hua Mi and Jing Tong stood by the flowerbed in the park.

His eyes were especially striking—innocent like those of a child, pure and untouched by the petty struggles of the world.

Although Boss Wan was dead, it didn’t mean the matter was settled. The main issue was that they still hadn’t figured out how he died or what the murderer’s motive was. Would this person pose a threat to them in the future?

Just as he regained consciousness, he felt a hand clamp down on his neck and immediately understood what Su Muyue had said earlier.

With this realization, the ninth level of the Wujihundun Technique suddenly became clear. He had previously only focused on the circulation of the technique itself, neglecting the most crucial element hidden in the shadows—the "Dao" of chaos—a state neither existence nor nonexistence, simultaneously present and absent.

Everyone’s expressions shifted, and doubt flickered in their eyes. They clearly found it hard to believe that Huo Jun had any formidable abilities.

Sun Quan had predicted that Su Zhe, invaded in Jingzhou by Liu Bei, could not sustain a prolonged battle and thus sought to submit and pay tribute as a way to provide Liu Bei with an honorable exit, hoping to secure a withdrawal.

At the Caishi Fortress, Zhou Yu stood solemnly holding his sword, his face dark and grim, his entire being radiating a tragic resolve.

Seeing Wan Yuci’s silver-lined appearance, Li Feng was speechless. How could this guy look so much like Wan Yueban?

"And what about you two?" Yang Shizan turned to ask the pair who thought they had been overlooked.

In the kitchen of the five-star hotel, the presentation and decoration of gourmet dishes were no less demanding than those in ancient imperial palaces.

At that moment, the three students who had fled earlier approached Chen Mu and said, “Chen Mu, thank you for earlier.” Their faces flushed with embarrassment as they recalled his previous warning.

Nangong Xiao suddenly sensed familiar footsteps behind him. Though the steps were light, they were loud enough to be heard clearly. His chest trembled with waves of pressure, as if a thousand horses had stampeded, leaving him no time to recover.

In contrast, Chen Mu showed no restraint in his attack on Ning Shuang. He had fully regarded her as a "professor," focusing solely on killing his target. Each move of his blade was deadly, infused with intense emotion that made the entire sword radiate a lethal aura.

“Feng Jie began plotting back then?” Ye Mei interrupted as Zhuang Yan solemnly recounted the story.

Xiao Xueyan’s father, Xiao Zhenlei, was known as a remarkable figure in the tea trade, but now he appeared as just an ordinary elder.

“Thank you, Princess Xie!” Despite his inner reluctance, Duanmu Cailing obediently bowed upon hearing this, then took the initiative to pull a certain prince up.

Fan Zhi sighed deeply, a look of absolute respect etched on his face. As a professional athlete, he understood the torment and dreams inside Yang Biao’s heart. Because of this understanding, his admiration grew even stronger.

This time, Shen Zhui did not stop him, for the Wild Scorpion Mosquito had already completed its devouring and was now digesting inside his sleeve.

The following day, Xiao Mo immediately summoned his officials for a grand ceremony of rewards and honors, one that was celebrated nationwide. Many people arrived early at the gates of the Wild Palace. One must choose between fame and fortune; otherwise, they would be sages—which clearly, the Wild Kingdom had none.

“Origin droplets of the Heavenly Pool water?” He was indeed drawn in. He came to bathe in the Heavenly Pool waters partly for cleansing, but more importantly, to find these water droplets and elevate his cultivation to the next level.