Chapter 61: Are there actually ghosts?! Woohoo, let's fly~

"Word from over there is that Qin Yueran hasn't left the small town at all since she went back," the elderly police officer continued. "She has been back for nearly a month, and she even showed her face this morning, completely safe and sound."

"So there's no such thing as her being a ghost!" The young police officer slammed the table with a sneer. "I reckon you're just spreading malicious rumors out of a guilty conscience, terrified out of your mind."

A relentless ringing echoed in Wu Renxing's ears. Clutching his head, he kept muttering that it was impossible, simply impossible.

The two sides were separated by nearly thirty li. Under normal circumstances, if an ordinary person realized that Zhao Yi had already perceived his intentions, he might have given up due to the vast distance between them. But Quliju did not. He had absolute confidence in the endurance of his horses; even though Zhao Yi had switched to the mounts of Loufan's forces, Quliju remained completely assured.

The man simply rested idly against the table, watching her sleeping face and waiting for her without disturbing her slumber, much like Prince Chen in Rong Wangshu's room at this very moment.

As the distance closed and everyone clearly beheld the scene inside the cave, an irrepressible wave of excitement swept over all of them.

Su Zhiyang's mood was clearly foul as well. Interrupting Elder Shao, he stepped forward with a livid expression and handed a bamboo slip to Qi Yun.

Had it been in the past, there would have been nothing wrong with these words of his. Casual conversation between an uncle and a nephew, occasionally offering a word of guidance or mild mockery, was entirely normal. But today... the Crown Prince was acting somewhat differently. Naturally, he did not dare to behave as before, knowing well that caution was still the better part of valor.

Hearing the score of Yunluo Academy, Su Zhiyang's tense expression relaxed slightly. The next moment, his gaze shifted toward Xing Qianyue in the distance. Although he knew that the performance of Xingtiy Academy this time might be exceptionally poor, failing to hear it with his own ears still left him rather uneasy.

Bae Suzy instinctively looked toward the doorway. Sure enough, wisps of black smoke had already quietly slipped through the crack of the door, while the dark fog outside the window grew even thicker! The temperature was also steadily rising.

Seeing Zeng Qiuyun's serious expression, Song Yazhu decided not to disturb her further. Gathering her belongings, she quietly left the office on tiptoe.

The moment Ye Mo's voice trailed off, Kim Jong-in obediently lay down and remained still. Meanwhile, completely focused on treating his wounds, Ye Mo failed to notice the deep, intense gaze Kim Jong-in fixed upon her.

Waking up the next day, her head felt as though it were splitting apart, and her throat was dry as smoke—a general state of utter discomfort.

The academy uniforms were custom-tailored, not loose and baggy like those of ordinary schools; instead, they featured a form-fitting design.

Dressed in staff attire and wearing no makeup, Jian Huanyan was about to follow Bei Yunchen downstairs to the banquet.

"This humble official obeys the decree," Shi Zhengzhi said in a robust voice that sent ripples of echoes reverberating through the interrogation room.

Besides, where on earth had Jiangbei managed to pick up this limited-edition Koenigasse? He clearly remembered that Jiangbei had to earn the tuition and other expenses for school entirely through his own part-time jobs.

"A disciple's court robe?" Yun Lingxiao's mind flashed back to the sea of uniform black garments in the courtyard just a moment ago, deepening his look of suspicion.

Having secured the second commission, Jiangbei logged out of the Dark Web, erased all traces of his recent login, and then exited the computer's shielding mode.

With every single discharge of the top-mounted Ebibox cannon, the entire command center visibly tilted in the opposite direction.

"Lord Jin the Third of Changan City carries quite an imposing manner." Wu Kui, the Clear City Daoist, still kept his eyes closed as he spoke slowly, his voice as hoarse and grating as the northern winds and snow grinding against bluestone.

Every single move Luo Tianqing made tore at Zhong Yexue's heart, making her feel once more at this moment that Murong Che was drifting farther and farther away from her.

Jiu Ji Zhengnan and the others were also momentarily stunned, followed instantly by a head full of black lines. What kind of damned Yamamoto Syndicate was this? Could it be that every single member was a graduate of a heckling academy? How could all of their words be so infuriatingly irritating?

Ever since the supreme masters of the Void-Splitting Realm from various major sects mysteriously vanished two thousand years ago, the cultivation world had been left with only two such figures: the newly ascended Void-Splitting master residing within the secret realm of the Kunxu Palace, and that imperial clan member of the Great Han who barely qualified as a Void-Splitting expert by relying on the national destiny.