Chapter 80: I Am the King of Dancing in the Minefield

It is far more than merely slicing open flesh and letting blood bloom—it feels as if thousands of needles are piercing the body, a pain that muddles even the clearest mind.

He stared intently at Mo Yu, ready to strike, but blood began to trickle from both nostrils, catching him off guard.

She had only just managed to distance herself from him, but whenever he drew near, he could effortlessly stir her heart, which had long since fallen silent.

Chen Yi carefully examined each photograph, recalling the view he’d seen through the train carriage window. Beside him, Young Master Liu watched silently; never having experienced the death game, he could not discern anything unusual.

Outside, the bright moonlight spilled onto the barely open windowpane. The evening breeze swept in and extinguished the candle on the table.

She blinked and gazed out the window, uncertain if it was merely her imagination, but Shen Nian felt there was something odd about the scenery that rushed past outside.

This shroud of mist appeared uncanny and foreboding, with visibility so low that venturing into it could mean being lost forever.

She instantly understood whose handiwork it was. Wen Jing had stayed in the villa for over twenty years. She had feared he might, as a ghost, torment her without restraint, but she had worried in vain—for twenty years, he had never interfered with any of her actions.

Still, the Black Bandit had to go to the tower crane as usual; otherwise, delaying business would be most unfortunate. So many days had passed, and the crane was now repaired. Starting it up again should pose no trouble now, right?

“The teacher will clarify this matter. I hope rumors cease with the wise,” He Ji said, without even glancing at the class monitor. In front of everyone, he took Shen Nian’s hand and led her to their seats.

The voices in his earpiece were firm and resolute; Chen Wei’s face broke into a smile. With brothers by his side, what was death to fear?

The old man had not yet reached the archway when a tall man with sharp, triangular eyes among the gatekeepers greeted him with a courteous smile and polite inquiry.

Liu Guitang, frustrated by his daytime defeat, was seething inside. Vengeful by nature, he ordered a regiment to launch a nighttime raid on the Lakeside Mountain position at dusk.

Lu Yifei looked at the man beside her; his profile was strikingly handsome, as if each contour had been carved with precision. Her eyes brimmed with longing.

The man before her was terrifying. How foolish she had been—not the gentle man rumored in the Northern City. From the day she climbed into his bed, she knew: beneath the gentle exterior lay a ruthless streak no one else saw.

“Not bad! You know your worth. But it’s too late to leave now.” Carefree Master’s face turned murderous, his eyes narrowing as he stared coldly into Bing Ge’s eyes.

“Dissolve the whole bottle of Purifying Elixir in water, and apply it to each bloody scratch. Soon, the marks will fade,” Tian Nishang explained gently.

Having confirmed the calligraphy was genuine, Han Wei returned it to its waterproof pouch and handed it to Lin Xue for safekeeping. He, Li Hua, and Liu Shi were dressed only in undergarments, with no space to carry anything.

“I didn’t know King Hu’s identity at first, nor his connection to Hu Qiyan. I suppose Qiyan learned about it later?” Uncle Snake asked.

The voice paused, then sounded again—clearly audible, coming from all directions at once. It had a strange, hypnotic power, making one reluctant to ponder anything more, wishing only to sleep soundly, hoping that upon waking, all troubles would vanish.

Then he turned and looked at me with those crazed eyes, took my hand, and led me out of the bedroom, conjuring a barrier with his cultivation to lock Yao Ji inside.

I walked straight into the gates of Spring Garden. Inside, the air was thick with lasciviousness and a strong scent of wine. I spread my hands and fanned away the unpleasant odor.

Unwilling to make enemies, yet always reaping bitter consequences... When she was abducted on the avenue, her head covered, these thoughts came to her.

Shaking his head, Lu Tianhuan tried not to dwell on strange matters. He forced himself to ignore the odd feeling in his heart, took the booklet from Xiao Bingli’s hand, and began to read.

Every task assigned had a clear person in charge, and no matter which stage went awry, Ge Muzi could always find the responsible party to resolve the issue swiftly.

“Can’t you take care of yourself?” Ma Lin sighed as he recounted his family’s troubles.

“It’s the first time I’ve seen an insect’s internal skeleton.” She cared only whether the monster was worth sampling; unmanned cameras meant little to her.

Ge Muzi walked straight past Yi Qiuhong, heading toward Ge Baihe, who was speaking with Fang Yuan. She hadn’t expected Yi Qiuhong to call out to her first.

This world is no longer peaceful; chaos is coming. We must prepare for everything and devise foolproof strategies.

Xiahou Jingyuan cannot remember what the agony of a hundred ghosts devouring the soul feels like, but compared to those three years of lost soul torment, it seems insufficient to make him surrender.

“Good wine is here, the dishes will arrive soon,” the innkeeper called out cheerfully, bringing several jugs of wine. It had been ages since so many gathered at once.

When the two returned to the inn, Fourth Lady was already asleep. Ye Mo’s spirit butterfly still followed Yang Chi, who, after returning from the docks, had gone straight to his room to rest.

Li Mu said, “Exactly. This time, the upheaval in Nether City is immense. The opening time has shortened by several years, and most disciples are on the verge of forming their core. We must be vigilant now.”