Chapter 56: Jealousy

"Elder Brother, Sister-in-law's words are not without reason. The plague is extremely contagious; if we do not isolate her, the entire Xie family could be plunged into danger."

Xie Liwen finally spoke, his voice shattering the tense atmosphere within the room.

Everyone's gazes turned toward him. The eldest Xie brother's frown deepened, his eyes filled with profound dissatisfaction.

"Third Brother, how can you say such a thing? Mother gave birth to us and raised us. Now that she is bedridden with a severe illness, we are going to isolate her? If word of this gets out—"

Glancing down, he saw that Goodwife Zhao's cloth pouch was bulging, appearing as though it held quite a few things.

Following that, Zhao Tianming collected another five or six Heavenly Kingdom currency coins from the others. Such a quantity was definitely considered dense; he had never imagined that his own village still held so many Heavenly Kingdom currency coins.

"A thousand types of agate, ten thousand types of jade." Agate comes in a multitude of varieties. Since ancient times, China has regarded red agate as authentic; there is a saying in the antique trade that "agate without red consigns one to a lifetime of poverty." Before the Western Han dynasty, agate was called "red jade" or "red qiong," both names derived from its deep red color.

"Requesting backup! Requesting backup!" Screams continually echoed from the security checkpoint. The person responsible for the communication sounded utterly terrified, as if they had witnessed some sort of human purgatory, frantically calling for reinforcements.

Could Fu Yun have actually taken the nonsense Ye枫 spouted on stage seriously? Did she really listen to what he said and formally modify it into the contract?

It was simply a pity that, even if the Golden Spirit Flood Dragon made no attempt to dodge, piercing through its protective divine light would be no easy feat.

After putting down the items, Klein hurriedly turned around, seemingly reluctant to stay in front of this man for even an extra second. However, Lin Wei directly called out to her.

The Will Crystals scattered throughout the city desperately concealed their cores, because once destroyed, the entire facility would collapse.

That was right. In this world, even if the weak possessed tragic pasts, they were not worthy of sympathy, because strength alone was everything.

Everyone's faces were still filled with excitement, as if the chance encounter with Gress they had just experienced was something they could relish for the rest of their lives.

Just as anticipated, this thieving-type beast was not as thick-skinned as the previous one. A single jet-stream bullet pierced straight through its heart, the ruby instantly shattered, and its crimson eyes gradually dimmed.

If the undead language was a door, the Undead Overture was the sole key to opening it.

Old Master Tao had graying hair and an aged face, his eyes laden with doubt. Beside him, Meng Huiyan's maternal grandmother, Madame Tang, also had graying hair and prominent wrinkles on her forehead.

"To tell you the truth, the greater his crimes, the easier it is to make him confess. So, you're being wronged today, and at worst, I'll add an extra privilege to your record later," Old Ma said.

"Then what about Lu Lingshan?" Xiang Kang refused to give up. Lu Lingshan had humiliated him, and he wanted revenge.

In his previous two lifetimes, he had only taught Boya the principles of conduct and living, without letting him practice martial arts, which ultimately led to him repeatedly facing near-fatal dangers. In the first lifetime, it was precisely because of this that his lifespan was halved.

Qin Tiancai pulled open the iron gate with an expression of displeasure. He was in a hurry; what did it mean for such a large group of people to be blocking his way?

Qin Yang stood with his hands behind his back, stepping through the void, and frowned as he looked at the cold-eyed, bald man opposite him.

Ye Lin raised the pink eight-winged blue crystal magic wand in his hand and hurled it directly, without any fancy tricks, toward the charging green-furred bear.

Yet as he watched, he suddenly felt a gust of chilling wind strike him—very faint, but exceptionally cold. Subconsciously, he shrank back.

With those words spoken, the other supreme elders in the room nodded, and then fell silent, motionless like corpses. The entire room, and the entire winter, grew incomparably quiet, with only viscous spiritual energy endlessly circulating throughout the space.

The fatty had also originally intended to reach out and help me, but seeing the corpse suddenly open its eyes, he was caught off guard and frightened into pulling his hand back, no longer daring to reach out.