Chapter 70 Asking Shen Mengli for Help

"Where are these suppliers now?" Qi Yunyan asked, frowning.
"They are still at the yamen."
"Go quickly to the accounts room to get the money, then compensate these suppliers and send them away."
"Your Grace, the estate is currently managed by the Heir's Consort, and without..."
He even had to be more proactive than the police. There were less than six days left until the final deadline of the task, and if there were deeper secrets hidden within this, he had to know.
He had not seen the Scarlet-Threaded Spider venom, but it was true that a very strange energy was eroding his body. Was this the infamous Scarlet-Threaded Spider venom that struck terror into the hearts of even peak Houtian martial artists?
"As expected, there's still no way to rival a Xiantian realm expert. Even with the Corpse-Ghost Avatar activated at the mid Houtian realm, the gap is still more than a little." The surging palm force of the Heavenly River flowed from the Corpse-Ghost Avatar into his body. A searing heat and biting cold alternated at his chest, eroding Mo Chen's dantian, while the overbearing true qi rampaged wildly within it.
If Lady Yin's belly remained devoid of any news, he would either be trapped in this mansion for the rest of his life or be forced to take another wife.
"Where did this damned thing pop out from? It's simply elusive..." While fighting this sika deer, he had been distracted, keeping half an eye on the movements inside the cave. But even tigers take naps, and the moment he withdrew his focus, the Giant-Horned Demonic Deer appeared. He must have had eight lifetimes of bad luck.
Luo Chen returned to his room. Fearing further accidents, he turned off the Do Not Disturb mode on his phone. Not long after falling asleep, he heard Er Mao calling for help, and for a moment he thought he was hearing things!
Having finished dressing and putting on her makeup, Mu Huanling glanced out the window, sensing that the time was about right, and rose, gathering her skirts.
A basin of cold water extinguished everyone's hopes. Had this professor already passed away? Indeed, the path to greatness is never smooth sailing.
[Ghost King Talisman]: Green quality. Can release a single ordinary attack from a Ghost King, with a relatively large area of effect. Please use with caution.
As their formation took shape, Yunchen immediately felt an overwhelming pressure bearing down upon him.
"Not in the Black Sea anymore?" Ye Ge couldn't help wondering. He felt the pain within his body; it felt as though he had fallen into a surging torrent, and his entire frame was about to fall apart. Regulating his breath without deliberately trying to heal his injuries, he managed to stand up with difficulty and began to survey his surroundings.
"Thank you all so much. If you hadn't appeared in time, we truly wouldn't have known what to do," Yan Na said.
"Age thirteen, Mid-Spirit Sky realm, upper-third grade talent." The frigid voice echoed from the icy stone, yet it stirred up an unusual commotion and restlessness.
As the dust cleared, the proud back of a young man holding a saber on horseback appeared in the corner of the courtyard, while the half-person-tall, pitch-black Immortal Destiny Stone that should have been standing there had been reduced to a pile of rubble.
Chu Fu cast one final look at A-Jiao, her lips parting as if to speak. Before the word "Empress" could reach A-Jiao's ears, her soul form burst apart like soap bubbles.
At that moment, the man called Brother Ye led the young man to where the young man's father was. The events of tonight were of utmost importance, and he dared not conceal them. Brother Ye was the most capable and trusted assistant of the young man's father.
This scene was far too bizarre, resembling a basin of ink poured over a sheet of pristine white rice paper.
The old man without ears uttered an excited exclamation, his voice as hoarse as grinding broken porcelain, grating uncomfortably on the ears.
Lacking conscience and morality, these people were mere lackeys destined never to become heroes remembered by the people, for they possessed no persistence or principles of their own.