Chapter 55: The Temperature Rose Again

At that time, he was the one farthest along the timeline; his experiences now in the Underground City were already established facts for his future self.

Leng Yue said, “I don’t know, but usually, their endings go one of three ways: one possibility is that after death, they become ghosts; another is that they’re still alive, cultivating in the ancient tomb like the old tomb guardian woman; and there’s also the chance that they truly become zombies.”

All these years, her mother had always wanted to hire a housekeeper so that her grandmother could rest, but her grandmother insisted she enjoyed cooking for the family and never agreed. Yet she distinctly remembered that during the time of her college entrance exams, the food at home no longer tasted the same as before.

This place undoubtedly triggered his negative state; his legs grew stiff, and his face paled with the familiarity of habit.

He Jingyi poured out her grievances about the wrongs she’d suffered from Yunqi, hoping for a sliver of warmth or comfort from him. Unfortunately, it was nothing more than her wishful thinking.

But she didn’t want to waste a moment. She’d already opened a chat with Li Rujin, just waiting for the live broadcast to end.

She found an empty lounge chair, placed her towel on it, and dove straight into the water to swim.

Seeing that the other party seemed ready to talk his ear off, Mousse stopped him in time and said calmly, “Wait. Just tell me if you’ll do it or not. If you help Song Jialin, you’re doing me a big favor, all right?” Mousse deliberately stressed the words “help me,” hoping to get the other’s attention.

Shen Momo shook her head helplessly at the scene, though her hands didn’t stop packing her luggage. She’d known all along that Chu Ge would definitely be tamed by Lu Yiming.

Who would have thought Zhou Bilian would put on such airs, ordering people around all the way, as if she couldn’t wait to write “mistress of the house” on her face. Since Master Xu spoils her now, he just lets her do as she pleases.

Having no interest in Meng Ying’s feigned innocence, Gao Qiuguan rolled Hu Qing over, chest up, hips down, then stared fixedly at her slender, fair waist.

After finally gaining some popularity, it vanished in an instant, and everything returned to the lifeless state it had been.

He had no idea what faith was good for, nor what this twelve million actually represented. Just like how he still knew nothing about “merit”—his two million or so points had always just been a number to him.

But today, Young Master Jin’s challenge of the new vice-captain of Squad Nine, Mu Ziying, was something Soul Court hadn’t seen in years.

“Yes,” Black Night replied curtly, unwilling to stir up trouble. But now that the moment was upon him, there was no way to avoid it.

Ouyang drew a spirit marker and shot it at the snake-man running toward Zhang Yi. The marker struck the snake-man square in the back, but he didn’t even slow down, as if he hadn’t been hit at all.

“Merit is extremely rare. Could you earn 5.11 million points in ten years? Besides, Concentration Stones, Soul Condensation Stones, and Essence Stones aren’t easy to come by either,” Jin Sixing said.

Gao Qiuguan and Professor Gu exchanged a look, then ignored all the middle-aged man’s pointless rambling.

Zi Lian ignored her, put down her dagger, pressed her right hand against Wang Cheng’s cheek a few times, then gripped his upper and lower jaws with both hands and yanked them apart with unexpected force. Surprisingly, she actually managed to open them, though it was unclear if his jaw had dislocated.

Kneeling by the coffee table, Luan Jingyi focused on brewing tea. She’d studied her tea art diligently at Henghua Court, so her skills were naturally above reproach.

All the household entertainers, courtesans, actors, and performers were raring to show off their talents, drawing loud cheers from the audience.

With Gao Gen’s interruption, Zhang Zhiwei let go of thoughts about upgrading the hall. It was still just an idea, a direction; there were many details to consider, not something to be figured out in a moment. He turned his attention to drinking and feasting.

Zeng Yu was just about to teach the two a lesson when the two men hiding in the corner stepped out.

The young men from the countryside looked at the two with complicated eyes—some envied, some pitied, some even scorned them.

If she didn’t know that Jiang Beiting had no real affection for her, acting only out of duty, she might have been deeply moved at this moment.

Lin Qiuping’s family was from Haishi. It was a big city, and life there was indeed much harder for ordinary people.

Old Bai was just about to remove the jade bracelet when Hu Ru, seeing this, turned cold-faced, her lips twitching.

What a joke—after that slap nearly cost him his life, if he hit back, it would only mean certain death.

At this moment, Zhang Zhiwei suddenly understood why those who were peers of the Celestial Master, even the most powerful ones known as immortals, would die because of Wugen Sheng, just as he and Zhang Chulan’s intrusion into the Tang Clan had led to Tang Clan Master Tang Miaoxing’s death—the situations were not so different.

After a good sleep at home, then his usual visit to check on the comatose Lu Qiba at the hospital, Lian Yin returned to work, throwing himself energetically into a new round of tasks.

Shi Jin was taken aback. Wasn’t he told he’d be safe at the Marquis of Wu’an’s residence? Besides, he’d already sent Caiwei away and locked all the doors and windows.

He moved his fingers, intending to delete all three missed calls and the one outgoing call, but after a moment’s thought, he didn’t. Instead, he entered the room and put the phone back in her bag.

With that, Gu Linyuan pulled Bei Chenyue into a tight embrace, not allowing her the slightest chance to resist.

Granny Yan was nearly a hundred now, and having worked herself to the bone in her youth, her health had never been robust. Feng Shujia sincerely respected her and naturally hoped she would be safe and healthy.

Bo Jinyu watched her dash inside in utter panic and, curling his thin lips, let out a soft laugh.

Moreover, business in the Imperial Household Department was not easy to conduct. Feng Shujia didn’t want to leave anyone with leverage over her, and since she hoped to use this opportunity to enter the palace, she had to be all the more cautious.

The once noble and untouchable He Shiwen had, under Zhao Yougang’s perverse torment, gradually lost herself, becoming nothing but a fearful and humble shell.