Volume One, Chapter 72: The Ghost Child

“Ghost child?”

The angry expression froze on her face.

Fishing Sis: [Oh my god! A ghost child? How terrifying!]

Three Dancing Bears: [Shivering! Sis, listen to the host and get rid of the child quickly!]

From then on, the Hyuga clan home became even livelier. Hyuga Hiashi and Hyuga Haruka, trying to make up for all the affection Neji had missed out on, naturally treated him with extra care.

Tongtong wanted to say something more, but Shao Yitian pulled her back. When it came to verbal sparring, Tongtong was no match for Mo Youdao. If they kept going, only Tongtong would suffer.

At that moment, a strange wailing suddenly echoed from the other side of the riverbank, like some kind of animal in mourning.

If all those on the boat were truly killed, China would never let Viper get away with it. And Viper’s backers would not want such a thing to happen either.

If the Fifth Generation hadn’t made it back in time, all their efforts might have come to nothing.

That enormous fist in the sky finally slowed to a stop a thousand meters above Mount Wanning, then gradually became transparent, dissolving into nothing.

“I’m the general manager, so every decision in the company is mine to make. You have no right to interfere. The moment you do, I’ll leave immediately,” Bai Wei said to Yang Ze.

“I don’t know!” Ji Piaoxue wanted to comfort Xiang Luo, but she couldn’t. From the instant Su Ling’s image vanished from the Heavenly Dao Ranking hours ago, she herself had become lost and despondent. Her heart ached unbearably.

Time waits for no one. With the top inspector from the disciplinary committee about to land, Xi Qing was at a loss for what to do. Whether to inform Tu Hongye all the way in Harbin seemed pointless—what help could he offer from so far away? Yet, aside from Tu Hongye, who else could step in to rein in the menacing disciplinary committee?

Midnight was utterly shocked. In a matter of moments, the Illusion Disk in his arms began to tremble violently—“Buzz, buzz, buzz!”—shaking uncontrollably, entirely beyond his control. Somewhere in the distance, a strange source seemed to be drawing it with irresistible force.

At this moment, the battle-hardened Han Yuanhai knew all too well—his head had been slapped clean off.

As he spoke, Wang Hao casually hauled the barely breathing Ichiro Miyamon up as if dragging a dead dog, tossing him to the ground.

“Fushun is the Manchu’s current stronghold—wealthy, well supplied, and far from Guangning, which makes it the easiest to attack,” Li Chengliang said nonchalantly, stroking his chin, ten dazzling gold rings flashing on his fingers.

A pig-slaughtering scream pierced the heavens. Every nest was destroyed; breeding would now be nearly impossible.

Hao Zhuo and his three companions always cultivated together, their teamwork flawless. The Flame Dragon Killing Formation required them to coordinate even more with the other twenty true dragons.

Deep in the forest, Luo Ziyan collapsed to the ground, her face etched with terror. She regretted it bitterly now—regretted insisting on following her brother to this so-called Immortal Mansion. Worse yet, after entering the Sword Mirror, she’d lost contact with him entirely.

Ye Qingcheng was rather annoyed. She’d finally gotten a chance to sleep, and now Ye Kai wanted to visit Hu Zhicheng. How boring.

“Then let’s eat!” Li Yunfeng smiled faintly. Although these matters were shocking to Lin Qianmeng, he remained calm.

“I can only partially guarantee that. I’ll restrain them openly, but for covert restrictions, I’ll need your help—after all, this is your territory.” The Vietnamese envoy responded positively. This was, after all, what he’d always hoped to achieve.