32. From Woman to Man

I know that few people are willing to work with the dead, but I did not expect the interview to go so smoothly, especially since the manager’s enthusiasm actually made me quite uncomfortable.

Who knows if what you say is true, or whether you are a lingering soul or some kind of demon or monster?

Descending to the third floor, the door to Liu Yunbo's apartment was already shattered, and I couldn't help but steal a glance inside.

Two gleaming Nepalese Kukri knives, two slender, grayish-white triangular bayonets, and a three-foot-long Tang dao were neatly arranged in a case.

The expert introduced to me by Old Xu the Half-Immortal must be a top-tier figure. Upon hearing this, I felt hope was within reach and couldn't help but stand up and bow deeply to Old Xu.

Old Lu explained that he had set up a foothold in the utility room; aside from the office area, nothing else had been touched, maintaining its original state.

So there were no surprises. Given the nature of people in later generations, the Western Xia people of this era would only be more extreme, never more rational.

As for the effectiveness of the formation, it was primarily defensive. After all, they were in a weak position; as long as all three hundred and sixty-five cities were not destroyed, the formation could continue to function, albeit with reduced power.

Roar! Suddenly, a roar several times louder than the previous one erupted, shaking everyone to their core.

He became increasingly overbearing. I was begging him for a favor; if he was willing to help, he should follow my lead, and if not, then so be it. How could he measure feelings in terms of "waste"?

And this summoning spell, although it consumes slightly less mana, is a gamble on luck.

The snake-men’s warships were mostly elongated, often featuring hideous snake heads on their prows—they were far too easy to identify.

"Good grief, that's pretty cringe," Qin Yun muttered, tossing the paper aside and beginning to check the cabinets and desk drawers.

Meanwhile, the Manhattan fortress stood on the Kansas plains; as long as it wasn't surrounded, it could threaten the logistics and supply lines of Mason’s federal troops at any time.

That’s more like it! If someone with no foundation could do such a good job right off the bat, they really wouldn't have been able to accept it.

Or perhaps it was purely that a minority of people, finding reality too cruel and helpless, embraced a "die together" mentality, and before they died, they desperately used the social hierarchy woven by perfect lies to exploit other surface dwellers over and over again.

Seeing this, Qin Yun felt his scalp tingle. Before he could even complain, he released the coffin lid in his hand. The heavy cover slammed down with a thud, pinning the fingers that had been poking out. The sound of crunching bones followed, accompanied by a shrill scream from within the coffin.

However, he felt a sense of regret. Such a promising talent ruined just like that—he didn't know why the Ancestor had summoned him here.

The current Heavenly Court was clear and orderly, and Jiang Shaotian’s position was rock solid; he could call the Emperor his brother and refine pills with Laozi.

"Yes, this meat is also highly nourishing, most suitable for those recovering from long illnesses. For ordinary people, it replenishes Yang energy and prolongs life," Wang Damao said earnestly.

Lin Jing was just idling, but there was someone even more idle: Young Master Wang, who was actually following him to reply to those keyboard warriors, telling them to go wash up and go to sleep.

Ever since she woke up, it seemed like this was all she had been doing. Seeing Chu Yuzhi’s wolf-like intensity, she truly wondered if he intended to make up for the entire lost five years all at once.

"So... you are planning to hold the wedding at Love Village on the second day of the Lunar New Year?" Dugu Anqi tucked away her envy and asked.

Emilia shook her head sternly at Puck, and Puck disappeared back behind her head with a grunt of dissatisfaction. Emilia let out a sigh of relief; she was worried that Puck wouldn't listen to her, which would have made the situation much worse.

Koby had always held a dream in his heart: to become a Marine Admiral, or rather, to become a man who executed justice just like Sakazuki.

Talismans like the Divine Firmament Thunder Seal are extremely rare. Not only is the success rate of crafting them frighteningly low, but the ingredients are cumbersome—not to mention that while they could be gathered by spending a lot of spirit stones, the main material, ten-thousand-year-old divine peach wood, is exceptionally rare.

"Senior Brother, how much further?" Lying down, Zhang Rui’s tone was full of despair, making it clear he felt he couldn't walk another step.

At this moment, Shen Tong was like someone who had been starving for a long time, suddenly finding himself at a buffet.

The three of them felt their scalps tingle, forgetting the anomaly on their noses, unaware that they were all wearing an extra pair of glasses.

The reason she was willing to contact Yuan Xifang and go to the hospital was simply to see what they truly wanted. She hadn't forgotten the content of that anonymous call. Finally, she just couldn't hold back anymore.

However, the strongest person among the entire Scale Clan did not belong to any of these three major factions, but was an ancestor of the Scale Clan, said to be a titan of the Nine Absolutes.

These reporters were certainly hired by the mastermind behind the scenes; no matter what he said, they wouldn't write anything good. In the news industry, only negative stories were worth money.

"Was this Shadow Clan member killed by you, friend?" the refined-looking man among the three asked with a bow.

According to Li Zhi’s dying request, Xia Wanyi had him buried on Youran Mountain, where the Youran Villa was situated.

The night passed without incident. The next morning, Wu Dongfang got up and toured the city; as the Holy Shaman of the Gold Clan, he had to observe the condition of his people.

However, Wang Mazi was someone obsessed with artifact refining; if he went a single day without it, he felt uncomfortable.

The sect was named as it was—seeking peace and purity. However, the Qingxin Sect had been lost for over a hundred years. Since the founding of the nation, there had been no talk of traditional Chinese medicine sects, and the once-thriving Qingxin Sect had vanished from the world; no one knew where they had gone.