Volume 1 Chapter 33: The Mysterious Old Ghost

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An Qi realized at this moment that the pianist’s performance was surprisingly smooth.
Sounds echoed in the woods as figures descended all around, their bodies shielded by divine energy; it seemed they were already well-acquainted with Wang Shuo’s situation.
Wei Yi could sense that the strength of this stone statue warrior was comparable to a martial artist at the peak of the Martial King realm.
Although the piano was merely one of many instruments in the arrangement, it stood out with remarkable clarity amidst the ensemble, drawing extra attention.
Cang Lan gazed at the mundane stream of carriages and people, a hint of caution rising in his heterochromatic eyes.
Wei Yi did not hear the punishment that followed; instead, he only focused on the preceding words, his eyes widening in disbelief.
Wang Shuo’s expression shifted slightly as he looked over immediately. Beneath the tree roots, Niu Bai was fast asleep, his mouth muttering in his slumber.
This Madame Zou had a fleshy, sensual figure, yet she was not fat; one look at her made a person want to hold her, cherish her, and caress her.
Yagen Toushiro smoothed the hair on his master’s head, the silky texture bringing a knowing smile to his face. He looked up, intending to say something, but his gaze inadvertently swept across the repair room.
"Sister-in-law, have you come up with something new?" Zhu Yaoming asked, seeing the beef and mutton laid out on the table. He had never seen the noodle-like strips before.
At this very moment, the two of them were unwilling to calm down and think about whether Su Lin was truly trustworthy, or even to analyze whether Su Lin might be deceiving them.
But Chambers was destined to be disappointed, for upon entering the new Cisco offices, they immediately spotted several familiar faces.
Li Ye finished reading Lu Jingyao’s letter in astonishment, then shook his head vigorously to confirm he was still in 1981, not back in that year of 2023 where fighters flew everywhere.
Ogre mages and werewolf shamans embedded within the vanguard began to cast buffs upon the soldiers.
Having worked in the department for over twenty years, he had seen many tides turn; thus, despite Li Ye’s current boundless glory, he had not abandoned the thought that "the latecomer might eventually surpass the pioneer."

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The two then stopped by the city’s housing management office to transfer the property deed. In that short time, Li Xingchen never would have dreamed things could go so smoothly.
Lu Yuan was taken aback and immediately checked the brewery’s information, discovering that a recipe for "High-Proof Fire Spirit Wine" had indeed been added to the production list.
Even Liu Zizheng did not believe it, still thinking that Li Mumu was the type of arrogant and domineering person who made the entire Gu family walk on eggshells when she was at home.
Luo Jinghao had truly never seen a variety show production team where the subsidies were on par with the salaries; they were likely the first.
"Minister, what should we do next?" Gu Nianhang turned his head, asking for someone else’s opinion for the first time.
Su Lingxi’s progress over these past few days had been significant. She had gained a good grasp of such a highly difficult song, especially in terms of emotional expression.
Lin Su could see that Wang Yuanyuan lacked her usual enthusiasm today. With only an afternoon, it was indeed a bit rushed for her to figure out the feasibility of the path.
Lin Su did not mention Qin Fang; he would tell Qin Yiping once her wounds healed. He kept silent now because he did not want to worry him.
Xue Shiqing understood what Shi Feixuan meant and helplessly led Li Tianfeng away. As she passed the leader of the Blood Demon Sect, she cast a cold glance at Chu Ci but said and did nothing; at this moment, she had no heart for anything else.
For instance: this was just a gimmick, a Hollywood director trying to curry favor with Chinese audiences to hype up the new film and boost the box office in the China region.
There was no helping it; while his resume was glorious and dazzling, his actual seniority was far too shallow.
Yes, with the Sixth Master’s sword drawn and the charge of a dozen old-school veterans, the movie simply ended.
Xiao Chen felt his heart tighten as he watched Luo Ling cough gently behind her hand. He hated himself for not being strong enough, forcing her to take such risks.
However, after hearing Wang Youde’s next sentence, Principal Wang slumped back into his chair.
Bai Yun was too lazy to waste words; if there was something to be done, open the door first. If one dared to strike from the shadows, one had to bear the consequences.

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She took the pastry and bit into it; the sweet taste diluted the faint bitterness lingering on her tongue.
The bathroom was complex in design, with a toilet for convenience, a washbasin for scrubbing up, and a dressing mirror to look at oneself.
"I don't know many characters, and I've forgotten so much after all this time," Li Da said, lacking confidence.
Li Xiya gathered the resources scattered on the ground and looked around, discovering a very strange problem.
Xiao Zhang estimated that to protect himself, five hundred billion dollars would be necessary, or at least three to four hundred billion. Of course, this self-preservation was only relative.
"I don't know what that director was thinking, choosing to film in such a poor place. What is there to film here?" Mother Dai fanned her son with one hand, grumbling her disdain for the location.
The Gunsmith suddenly cursed; his favorite weapon was an M1911 pistol. After his modifications, it had a scope. Although he missed Kagetane Hiruko, he was able to see clearly who the opponent was when she fired.
Perhaps by taking in Miaoyu and giving her a stable life, he could gain significant luck. It seemed his luck had been good lately. He had taken in the secondary hairpin Xing Xiuyan and now caught a big fish—a true golden hairpin, one with a genuine aura of Tao.
In her past life, out of boredom and curiosity about skincare, she had tried to learn about it online and make it herself.
Otherwise, if all six members of the Sacred Dragon Union Guild survived, Xia Yan was not confident he could resolve the situation, especially after seeing the astonishing combat power Uncle Lei had kept hidden until today, which made him feel increasingly fearful.
"Don't worry, the Clan Leader will be fine," the Great Elder said, though his eyes darted around as a thought quietly took root.
Accompanying the sound of the "demise" board hitting the ground, the lid of the coffin slowly lowered. A figure clad in red armor stepped out from within.