Volume One, Chapter 53: Caught Red-Handed! Hosley raised an eyebrow slightly.

Jiang Qin was still on leave and therefore not dressed in her usual professional skirt worn for work. Coupled with the slight swelling on her face from being slapped the previous morning, she was now wearing a mask.

“Are you free to accompany him?” Leng Moxuan didn’t look at Zheng Zihao, but the tone in his voice was unmistakably hostile.

Despite the threats from Wang Kai and Tony, Norman Osborne remained stubbornly unyielding. This was exactly what Wang Kai wanted—so long as Norman Osborne refused to surrender, he had justification to eliminate him; otherwise, he truly had no way to make a move.

If Tofu were a girl, Su Yuyang would undoubtedly agree, but since he was a man, Su Yuyang instead turned his gaze to Ling Miao.

“What’s wrong with your stepmother?” Feeling the atmosphere had grown too awkward, Su Yuyang spoke first, but his words only made the mood heavier.

Just as I turned away, a swarm of Gu insects flew toward me inside the room. I narrowed my eyes, casually swatting one down to the ground, then without hesitation broke through the window to escape.

Fortunately, I carried the essence blood of the Miao King, so I was unharmed. As for the Miao man who accompanied me, being Miao himself, the Wet Miasma Gu did not attack him. But when we reached the heart of the forest, this man suddenly clutched his neck in agony, bleeding from all seven orifices, and died instantly.

Vaguely, Engineer Li seemed to catch a glimpse of the Martial God turning to glance at him—this was the last time he saw Xia Yang.

“Kidnapped?” A terrifying thought flashed through Ling Miao’s mind, fear crashing over him like relentless waves, battering every part of his body.

“What nonsense are you talking about!” I pushed him hard, my face heating up; likely blushing, I hurriedly lowered my head.

“Lin Xi, if you don’t like being called that, come up with one yourself,” Yan Li said irritably.

Perhaps clinging to a sliver of hope, Jiang Shan continued, “Could everyone please help me open these coffins? There might still be survivors.” Without waiting for a response, he took the lead in prying them open.

Outside the car, Zhou Xing’s voice came through. Mu Chen lifted the curtain and looked out to see a vast, desolate gobi desert behind. On the gobi, stone tablets divided it sharply in two, forming a clear and stark boundary.

Meng Dieyi glanced at the Sand Soldier Commander. Behind her, Li Lu stepped forward immediately, his eyes coldly laughing at the killing commander. A murderous intent filled the air. The Sand Soldier Commander froze, cold sweat pouring down, too frightened to move.

As soon as those words were spoken, the entire place fell silent—even the chirping of pet birds outside seemed to vanish without a trace.

A massive magic array hung in the night sky, glowing and radiating a powerful aura.

Though Baili Lan spoke calmly and indifferently, Ou Zhilan’s face paled. Her hand never left her belly, and when Baili Lan suggested using her child as bait, she shook her head urgently.

Zhao Sen’s gaze swept toward the forest, impassable. The plague termites stirred restlessly, trying to drive away the spiders that had invaded their territory, but were instead ensnared and strangled by webs.

After a brief moment, steady footsteps echoed as the newcomer appeared—Wu Yan. He walked slowly to the front, his hoarse voice sending chills down spines. His cold mask reflected a chilling light.

Seeing this, the black-clad captain of the Zhong family’s Jinzhou Guard was startled, shouting out as he swiftly moved toward the Jinzhou Guard soldier who claimed, “I am the emperor.”