Volume 1, Chapter 159: Evil Ghost

That very night, Shen Zhaowu asked a friend vacationing abroad to bring her a few more boxes of chocolate.
Because it was a niche local boutique brand abroad, it could not be purchased online.
After finishing all this, her head felt heavy, as if filled with briny seawater. Shen Zhaowu blinked her heavy eyelids and, unable to resist the wave of exhaustion, collapsed and fell fast asleep.
Even in her dreams, she was still thinking about the chocolates for Zhou Jingdu.

The other guard peered through the door into the cell. Seeing that Angela's condition did not seem to be faked, the two exchanged glances and reached for their keys.
Shortly after, Zhu Bajie, the Altar Cleansing Envoy, and Sha Wujing, the Golden-Bodied Arhat, also rushed over in succession. These were figures who had already lived three thousand years ago, having only participated back then in the battle against the Seven Monsters of Meishan; they never expected to cross paths again at this time.

After struggling twice to no avail, she lowered her head and used her hands to pry hard at the arm wrapped around her waist.
Iron-Face was no saint either; he needed money, but he needed his younger sister even more. Anyway, if he found an opportunity to vanish, whatever happened here would have nothing to do with him. He unconsciously clenched his jaw.

Seeing this, the Gluttonous Ghost was hardly going to let such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity slip by. He exchanged a glance with his men, and they immediately charged toward Arthur, seemingly intent on finishing him off right then and there.
The Azure Dragon Guardian nodded and said, "It might be a senior who followed us in to protect us in secret!" The group leaped forward again, but as dawn approached, the darkness grew even deeper and denser, allowing them to make out the direction only vaguely as they sped through the winding streets.

Shen Fanxing could simply not let the matter go. If it concerned herself alone, she could easily turn a blind eye and pretend not to notice.
He had known perfectly well it would turn out this way, yet he still rushed over eagerly to witness his eldest brother's domestic harmony and subject himself to self-inflicted torment.

Long Jianfei continuously received information provided by A Duo, and at a little past 23:00, the net officially began to close.
Xiao Jian was grief-stricken to the core. He looked at Jin Tianze, then at Jin Wancheng, shaking his head in profound sorrow and regret.

Consequently, Hai Tianlan's deadpan fish eyes drooped once more, and his gaze turned hollow and lifeless again, as if he cared about absolutely nothing in the world.
"Zimi, what's wrong?" Zhou Ziyi asked with concern, noticing her sister's body give a slight, unusual shudder.
"Wuer, where is Sister Hong? She couldn't still be asleep, could she?" Chu He swept his gaze around, failing to see Sister Hong, and asked.

He gave Teng Huatao a meaningful look, but seeing that Teng Huatao completely ignored it, Liu Zai had no choice but to get up himself and hurry after Li Qing.
This made things abundantly clear: Old Master Wang had scratched the murderer, most likely on the head, face, hands, or arms. Since the murderer was bound to be within the estate, a brief investigation would reveal whether the deed was done by someone within the old master's courtyard or an intruder from outside.

Toward the Huo family, even after a round of purging, Chu He still harbored a trace of caution. After all, when it came to betrayal, if there was a first time, there would inevitably be a second. However, Chu He knew the Huo family no longer had any chances left; should they betray the Chu family just as Huo Northwest had, Chu He would truly eradicate them completely.

Yuan Songyue and Xue Yunhui stepped out of the silk shop one after the other. Xue Yunhui watched as her ghostly marquis moved with the speed of flying, while catching sight of the two figures still searching behind them out of the corner of her eye. Her heart was filled with a mixture of anxiety and anger.

The carriage moved slowly forward. Countless impurities within the spiritual stones were filtered out by the Chaotic Eyes and turned into mist; pure spiritual energy poured unceasingly into Nie Wushuang's starry sky physique.
Now that the Tianci Group had vanished from the public eye, with Lai Hongyi's whereabouts unknown, one could say that sect and martial forces had once again resumed their role as rulers.

The two of them caught sight of a tall man followed by someone who looked like a Taoist priest, and couldn't help taking a few extra glances. Xue Yunhui also happened to look up, her gaze colliding squarely with one of them.
The man in black braced his hands against the ground and struggled to crawl away, his head spinning so heavily that he almost passed out on the spot. Han Qianyu's sword had pierced his left shoulder; fortunately, he had reacted in time, otherwise the blade would have pierced straight through his heart and killed him instantly.