Chapter 129: Ease

Gu Jiang had always felt a mixture of reverence and trepidation toward Gu Zhuo. Yang Xiuzhen constantly compared him to Gu Zhuo, often concluding with, "If only your third sister were a boy." This remark grated on Gu Zhuo’s ears, while for Gu Jiang, it offered no reason to take pride in his own gender. He was not rebellious by nature, so he never acted out; he simply maintained a subconscious, cautious distance from her.

Gu Zhuo gave a soft hum and asked, "Today—"

Dean stepped inside without the slightest hesitation. The moment he crossed the threshold, a burst of translucent black energy erupted from the center of his forehead, enveloping him completely.

"Brigade Commander! We must retreat! Wu Feixiong will certainly make it out; you know what he's like!" the political commissar shouted as he ran up.

"Understood!" As the order was relayed, the Japanese artillery positions roared to life. Shells tore through the sky, tracing beautiful arcs before impacting Xiao Dinglin’s sector. The ground shook violently, catching the soldiers off guard; they had not expected such ferocious firepower from the enemy.

"What is it?" seeing that Lanuoer had stopped speaking, Gaia and Kasius pressed him for an answer.

The sky was clear and cloudless—a beautiful day. Below, many houses constructed from dark purple stone dotted the landscape. At first glance, they appeared scattered at random, but viewed from high above, one could see they subtly formed the sigil of the Shadow-type spirits.

"Hahaha, good, good, good! Our Huo family finally has hope for prosperity! Ying’er, I am officially letting you take charge of some matters now!" Elder Brother Huo declared.

Ling Xi found himself in a similar situation, though he did not resist as Yue Li had. He was a man of deep cunning, aware that although Zhuang Jian had made a move, with the Venerable Guyue Feng present, he would not dare do anything to either of them.

"Alright, alright, Comrade Company Commander, just yield to Comrade Instructor! I started this, so I will be the one to settle it!" With that, he grabbed his cap and prepared to head out.

From the other man's words, it was clear he already knew about the two disciples from the Lingqing Palace being killed, but there was no way he would ever admit to it himself.

I didn't catch the first two sentences, assuming Bai Kai was explaining how the old man had died. It wasn't until Qin Yiyi repeated it that I realized the "hexagram" referred to the directional readings on the compass; the eight old men corresponded exactly to the Eight Trigrams.

Worried about Su Ruotong, Mother Wu finished greeting the guests and hurried back to the kitchen to keep an eye on her. Upon entering, she stopped dead in her tracks.

If that were all, there would be nothing suspicious about it. But he had been sitting in the interrogation room for so long, staring intently at only three photographs, making no noise, never even lifting his head. What normal person would have such patience?

"I'll rest for a moment and try to come up with a plan." Fang Yan sat down nearby. They had been traveling for quite some time, and he was truly exhausted.

"Young Master, do you know what those are?" Seeing the faint smile on Fang Yan's face, Xia Ziyan asked curiously.

Second, there were unspeakable issues within Zhou Rui Pharmaceuticals, so severe that they had replaced all of their suppliers.

Although she could rely on her mental powers to glimpse what others were thinking, it was not omnipotent. Sometimes, if you are dealt a terrible hand, even if your opponent reveals all their cards to you, you will still lose.

By the time Su Ruotong and the others returned, it was past ten o'clock. After sending Jiang Mingming away and having Su Changqing recount the day's events in detail, it was well into the early hours of the morning.

Upon asking, I learned he specialized in exorcism and warding off ghosts. He had a job tonight—writing talismans in the city. Only then did I notice that his hand had been resting outside the car window the entire time, seemingly scattering something incessantly.

Zhang Ning looked down at the paper slip in his hand; it bore the name "Allie."