Volume One, Chapter 22: The Old Forest of Naitou Mountain

The two hounds encountered earlier were the ones coming up the mountain.

Liu Fuquan’s two hunting dogs trotted up the slope, neither barking nor making a fuss. They simply frolicked back and forth with the black dog Wang Dong had taken, as if they had just come to visit a brother.

Qin Peijun flatly denied it, though after tempting fate with such a bold claim, she felt a pang of guilt and glanced nervously at her phone.

Besides, with Mom and Dad farming, raising pigs, and keeping chickens and ducks every year, they must have managed to save quite a bit by the end of the year, right?

"Ask Mu Guang? He has already been thrown into prison; where would he find any silver?" Lin Lingsu asked in bewilderment.

Who could have known that a single chance encounter would lead her to stay here for four years?

"Sigh... fine. Since you’ve asked, Brother Lin, I will do you a favor. Transcribe the entire ledger for me from memory." After saying this, Zhu Yan left the inner courtyard, and Lin Lingsu hurriedly followed.

Upon hearing this, Jun Shan realized what had happened. When An Ning went over earlier, she had casually picked up the cushion from by the window.

"You scoundrel! You never intended to let us go from the very beginning. Tricking us into handing over the spirit stones was just a way for you to profit!" Master Wang glared, his eyes filled with fury.

At this moment, Zhao Bo’s pupils were dilated to their limit, his mouth agape wide enough to fit two fists.

For the children in these impoverished mountain regions, education might not be the only way out, but it is certainly the most reliable path and the one with the highest success rate.

However, the medicine was too expensive. After she had brewed five doses, the family could no longer afford it. Unable to bear watching her son sell his calligraphy and paintings, she grew some vegetables to sell at the market herself. But business was poor; she had been crouching there all day, and not a single bundle of vegetables had been sold.

The signal flare had yet to sound, but the atmosphere inside the competition arena had reached an unbearable tension. These people were surveying the others nearby with the eyes of someone selecting prey; bloodshot veins surged in their eyes, and their breathing had already begun to quicken.

Li Zhenyu proposed an outrageous price, effectively locking out all ordinary investors.

Even the members of the Demon Oath organization who had constructed the portals for them had all become their food.

Zhao Yingjun, who usually spoke of such matters as if they were mundane daily chores, leaned in and spoke to him in a rare, hushed whisper.

Yun Zhen accepted his proposal and headed to the United States to await the birth, with Li Keke accompanying her to take care of her, while he also arranged for personnel from Iron Fist to handle security.

Initially, Zhao Yichen had intended to keep him imprisoned, but who could have foreseen that the son-in-law would strike Princess Chaogui and insult Song Zhi? After that, he had no path left to survival.

Seohyun unconsciously lifted her chin, crossed her arms over her chest, and looked toward the stage with the discerning and critical gaze typical of a senior artist.

I was inexplicably terrified, an unprecedented fear coursing through my entire body, for I knew that Ling Wen spoke the truth! I, too, had nearly been struck by the giant serpent's venom; my clothes had already been scorched through by the toxins.

"This is huge news! A monster has appeared in Xi'an! The military has even been deployed!" The boss finally snapped out of his daze and exclaimed to us.

Meng Fan and Long Saifei both knew that only the cyborgs of the United Front Organization and the Heavenly Sect sprouted tentacles from their backs.

The even more shocking display followed: the remaining streams of tea shot out like arrows, landing upon the surface of the lake.

Even if Song Zhaoming, who was before them, was unaware of the situation, in order to better integrate into the Republic, the foreign big capitalists—whether their enthusiasm and kindness were feigned or genuine—at least maintained a respectable facade.

Just as a smile appeared on Meng Fan’s face, a massive village appeared before Meng Fan and Tong Mengyao.

There, there were no swarms of ancient demons, nor were there any giant monsters that looked difficult to deal with.

The team member who returned was none other than Zhang Fei, one of the snipers from Shadow, accompanied by his spotter.