Volume One, Chapter 48: Scarring Shen Ruzhi’s Face

A few thugs had been staking out for days, finally catching sight of Shen Ruzhi as she stepped out. They tossed their cigarettes aside and quickly followed after her.

Shen Ruzhi was heading to the department store to buy a bottle of ink when she sensed someone tailing her. She spun around abruptly, only to see several men whose very attire betrayed their unsavory nature, furtively glancing about like thieves covering their own ears while stealing a bell.

She guessed at once that Fu Xueting must be behind this.

Shen Ruzhi curled her lips into a smile—wasn’t it their intention to follow her?

To the King of Ghosts, her current state was merely a phase of rebirth—a process. The moment she awoke from the cycle of reincarnation would be true resurrection, a proud existence transcending time, immortal and indestructible.

Xu Zheng shook his head. The one he once vowed to forget in the rivers and lakes was now reunited with him tonight. His heart was a tumult of emotions, and he didn’t know where to begin.

“Daniu has gone up the mountain. Did Erniu give you those pastries?” Lady Zhen smoothed her hair and approached gracefully.

Ning Jing cast a cold, sidelong glance at Chen Xi. With a disdainful snort, she flicked her wrist, and the white cloth darted back into her sleeve as if it had eyes, sending a chill through everyone present.

It was simply impossible to establish a branch lodge within the city; far too dangerous. If word leaked, the garrison of Liang City would crush the branch without mercy, no matter how many men were inside.

If the Undying Sovereign arrived before the Longevity Sovereign Tong Hu’s path was broken, the nine of them would likely be in grave danger.

All around stood rows of stone pillars, some collapsed, lending the place a desolate air. Jiutian entered the stone forest but sensed nothing unusual. Seeing him enter, Zheng Weiqi followed, while the hunting dog remained outside, keeping watch.

His body swayed slightly in place; then, as a gentle breeze swept by, he vanished from sight.

The man glanced at the royal-exclusive cigarettes offered to him, then at his own. His voice grew husky, “I’d rather have a glass of water,” he said, tucking his cigarette away into his pocket.

Confronted with such a sudden situation, even Tang You’er herself was momentarily at a loss for words.

Following a passerby’s recommendation, the two arrived at a smoky, bustling barbecue stall and casually found a table to sit.

My mind short-circuited—Hell? How on earth did we end up in Hell? As I pondered this, Supreme Treasure made his move, cursing loudly before smashing his staff onto the bull-headed demon’s skull. The blow was so fierce it flattened the creature’s face.

“Damn it! Why didn’t you say so sooner? I’ve wasted so much precious time! I’m going to sleep now! No, into the coffin!” He clenched his fists in excitement. Should he sleep in this coffin, or that one? He stood there, torn and exhilarated.

The man only glanced back slightly, his gaze never lingering on her, not a hint of lechery in his demeanor. Bai Yan paid special attention to his eyes, feeling they resembled someone she knew, though she couldn’t place it.

Hearing this, I almost fainted from happiness. Could heaven really favor me so? I hurriedly said it was no problem, a private room was fine. Buying some snacks with Liu Manman, I couldn’t wait to drag her into the cinema. Once we found the room, I locked the door behind us.

He was suddenly stunned, desperately searching his mind for Yu Xingtai, but couldn’t recall even fragments about him, except for that great fire—the flickering red lotus illuminating Yu Xingtai’s anxious face, his eyes’ emotion instantly masked by a cold indifference.

Yu Zi Mo couldn’t help but laugh, giving Chai He a meaningful look. Understanding, she withdrew naturally, handing her medicine bowl to Yu Zi Mo before leaving. She shot a teasing glance at Lin Xiaoxiao, hidden under the brocade quilt, giggled quietly, and slipped out.

Ye Chen lifted Gray King in his arms, then carried him on his back, tottering across a crystal-clear stream, over a mountain, to a spacious plain. As he walked, he pondered deeply, and the more he thought, the heavier the weight of guilt grew within him.