31. Midnight Interrogation of the Dead Determines the Path Ahead

General of Valiant Cavalry Sui Yanshi, true to his name, looked just like a piece of rock. He reined in his horse, unhooked the water skin from his waist, and took a few fierce gulps. His movements were exceedingly rugged, almost bordering on rough. Water droplets dampened his short beard as he wiped the corner of his mouth with hearty satisfaction, and then tossed the water skin over to Gao Qingzhi.

Gao Qingzhi caught it, but did not drink. His expression was grave, and his mount, Red Cloud, seemed to sense its master's mood, not moving its hooves a single half-inch, its bright eyes reflecting the torchlight.

Behind the two Confucian scholars...

However, Ye Fanchen had kept up an indifferent, perfunctory attitude, ignoring him on and off, which gave him the frustrating feeling of punching a ball of cotton.

They all knew that in their current state, staying behind would be nothing short of a burden to Song Bing.

He deeply regretted not following An Jiang's advice earlier; otherwise, how could such a bewildering array of helpless situations have ever arisen?

Elder Zhao could only feel that his spiritual power, no matter from which angle, direction, or even concentrated to a single point, could not breach Ye Fanchen's spiritual barrier by the slightest fraction. It was a feeling of despair far worse than kicking against an iron plate.

Yet, neither the acting nor the storyline was inferior to those so-called blockbuster films of later generations.

Professor Lu sat down with his dinner tray, looked at Ye Fanchen, and smiled with the expression of someone whose crafty scheme had succeeded.

The Smiling Tiger was noticeably startled. The intel he had received was that the Sun Yee On was going to plant its flag in Tsim Sha Tsui, joining forces with the Hung Hing boys to drive out and eradicate their Tung Sing gang's sphere of influence in Tsim Sha Tsui.

Her eyes were red-rimmed like those of a frightened rabbit, and she looked back at him with pitiful vulnerability, yet the look in her eyes was tinged with fear.

"You don't need to worry about the Liu family's affairs; I will handle them. Rest assured, they won't be arrogant for much longer"—provided he could find the evidence and that laboratory.

The older generation of scholars still possessed a profound sense of collective honor. As the saying goes, family shames should not be aired in public, let alone whether Xiao Ran truly constituted a "family shame" or not. For Old Yang to jump out at a time like this and openly ignite internal strife naturally aroused public outrage.

With the lingering alcohol in his head from the night before, it hadn't crossed his mind to come directly here to search for "someone." It wasn't until he sobered up this morning that it dawned on him: wouldn't finding a ghost be the easiest thing in the world? All he had to do was go straight to her grave to look for her.

As time slowly drifted by, the auction finally drew to a close. The crowd dispersed, while Luo Feng and Zhou Xuanbing prepared to leave.

Hearing this, Takuya Sōto nodded a few times. He was generally considered a fairly patient person, but traffic jams were definitely an exception.

Luna's words were poignant yet helpless, and after hearing them, Luo Feng could only offer an awkward shake of his head.

Shortly after, the front desk receptionist placed a call to the manager, and fortunately, the manager did not turn them down.

"You'll find out when the ball starts," Tfila said, withholding the secret from Ron. She wanted to see the expression on Ron's face when he discovered Hermione dancing with Viktor Krum; it would undoubtedly be a most amusing sight, perhaps even worth asking Colin Creevey to take a photograph to commemorate the occasion.

From ancient times to the present, the mere mention of rat-borne disease struck such terror that people would desperately avoid it at all costs. For Liu Jun to resolve this was truly no easy task.

Luna meticulously wiped the sweat from his brow. Nicks felt a surge of inner joy; who would have thought that a blessing would come in disguise, and Luna's affection level had actually increased?

Mike could naturally see through such tactics, but being able to see through it and actually enjoying this treatment were two entirely different things that did not conflict at all.

Luo Feng listened with a fluttering heart, as if he could hear the golden-thread nanmu cicada cage recounting the tales it had witnessed through millennia of passing time.

"It might be difficult for others to make that phone call, but when you, Mr. He, make a request, that word simply does not exist in my dictionary," Zhao Fangshuo said crisply and decisively over the phone.

Smartie and Woodenhead were utterly dumbfounded. They couldn't understand a single word Li Liang was saying; all they saw was a bunch of Japanese soldiers dropping to their knees before them in a chaotic flurry. The sheer impact of the spectacle was indescribable.

A colossal sheet of flame, akin to an erupting volcano, burst forth entirely from Bai Qiu's hands.

Just comprehending the third layer, 'Swirling Winds and Sweeping Clouds,' took me over a dozen days, and right at this moment, a sound-transmission talisman arrived at my immortal cave.