Chapter 58 Fever 1

Jiang Mugui quickly withdrew her hand in fright and shouted, "Don't touch me!" Then, disregarding everything, she turned and ran.

But the ghostly footsteps behind her did not cease. Jiang Mugui's legs weakened, her mind foggy and intoxicated; naturally, she could not outrun the man. After only a few steps, he grabbed her.

Her heart seemed to stop at the sight of the man's face...

Everyone was startled but dared not intervene fully; they could only block the way in front and follow behind cautiously.

"What do you take me for? Do you think parental arrangements and matchmakers' agreements are child's play?" Liu Hong shouted fiercely, raising his sword to strike the so-called "Mr. Liu."

Following the instructions, Captain Lan hurriedly lifted the chair alone, moved it behind the curtain, and placed it to the side.

Thus, Linzhizhu escaped, yet the entire Xianglin Hall was surrounded by monsters in multiple layers, leaving no gaps. Where else could he flee? At most, he could retreat to the bedroom, bar the door, lock the windows, and bind himself in a cocoon with no escape.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. With Quincy’s six consecutive concerts over three days concluded, the morning of the fourth day finally arrived—the much-anticipated Miku concert, a wager between Song Jie and Quincy’s manager.

On the live broadcast, viewers could only see a rope thrown into the air, trailing along the cliffside. What lay at the other end of the rope remained hidden from view.

"This was unavoidable. You’ve done exceptionally well; no African admiral has ever produced so many rare ship girls like you have," Takao comforted Higgins.

Of course, before crossing over, Yu Ying intended to leave early. She had experience escaping before, and suspected the Situ family of scheming against the original owner’s sisters. Under such circumstances, leaving sooner was best.

Viewers in the livestream began to exclaim loudly when the man called for reinforcements. Earlier, they had hoped Ye Chen would suddenly strike and subdue the man instantly.

“Ants should know their place!” At this moment, Cangqiong’s eyes darkened with an eerie, sinister aura that sent shivers through anyone nearby.

"Enough. Now that we’re all on the same side, I’ll share my thoughts," Yue Zhong said.

Fang Zheng sneered, holding Su Qian in one arm while fighting with the other. No one could get close; all who were struck by him did not survive.

Though they were Ghost Emperors, they could not approach the Northern Netherworld even slightly. In the Underworld, only Luo Li of the Six Heavens could always accompany the Northern Netherworld.

This cultivation method was an ancient legacy of the demon clan, the Speed Scripture. The speed it granted was terrifying beyond measure.

Xun Yi gazed steadily at her, a shy thought rising within him, nearly setting his entire body aflame. Meanwhile, Yuan Yuan, recently confined in the spirit beast pouch and telepathically linked to him, was furiously stomping.

In the next moment, Yan Feng’s figure appeared directly above the chaotic giant’s head.

She obsequiously extended her hands to receive the medicine bottle, inwardly despising her own cowardice—cringing at the sight of his anger and immediately kneeling.

Her body felt weak and limp, no strength left. Both hands pressed against her chest, fingers tightly entwined. Cold sweat drenched her from head to toe.

These days had been rainy and gloomy; clothes could not dry. Qing He and the others used irons filled with charcoal to slowly press and dry their garments.

Princess Yuyao touched the butterfly flower hairpin atop her head and smiled sweetly at her reflection in the mirror.

While speaking, Lü Hong was drawn by the fragrance toward the kitchen. Seeing Lü Erniang and Lü Xianger eating thick sesame cakes, he grabbed one and bit into it heartily. He devoured three in a row; if not for Lü Erniang’s intervention, who knew how many more he could have eaten?