Chapter 79: Out of Control

Three days later, looking at his own legs—now entirely bare, revealing tender pink flesh beneath—Cheng Yingshuang was utterly disoriented. Seeing his reaction, Gu Zhuo suppressed a laugh and explained, "Actually, what came off wasn't a scab of blood, but rather a medicinal crust. That's why it healed so quickly."

This was the first time Cheng Yingshuang had ever heard the term "medicinal crust," but Gu Zhuo clearly had no intention of elaborating. After all, even if he tried, Cheng Yingshuang probably wouldn't understand, so it was better not to waste the effort.

Kerry's complexion was poor, his skin tanned even darker over the past two days. If Shen Xinyi hadn't noticed the odd look in Kerry's eyes, no one would have guessed what he was feeling.

"Exactly as the words suggest," Wuyan said, then turned and left, leaving Lord Mo to ponder her cryptic statement.

Even the priest, who had once been at odds with Old Qin, now wore a look of somber agreement.

The entire stone statue collapsed in an instant the moment it was struck by the palm. Amidst the swirling dust, fragments of shattered stone flew in all directions—it had actually been smashed into pieces with a single blow.

Su Jin managed a strained smile. "Thank you," she said, then promptly fainted again.

Just as the Yaksha King was about to rush out and save the one in blue burial robes, Zhan Tianya's body was suddenly hurled through the air by a powerful impact, rolling more than three meters before crashing heavily against a rock. He struggled to rise, only to be kicked again by the figure who had sent him flying, sending him sprawling in the opposite direction.

A wry smile crossed Hanyue's face—he must have frightened the old man half to death. Fixing his gaze on the elder's bushy mustache, Hanyue's mind began to scheme.

His soul? Hu Shuntang recalled how Liao Yanqi spoke to the mirror, switching between dialects from all over the country... Was it because he was filled with the souls of others?

Thinking of the dishes Li Yilan used to make, Xu Yaran suddenly lost her appetite. Even the stir-fried greens in front of her seemed tasteless, not nearly as delicious as she remembered. Chewing them felt like chewing wax, utterly flavorless.

She then placed the potatoes on the cutting board, slicing them into fine shreds, which she dropped into a basin of clear water. After finishing with the potatoes, Su Jin minced red peppers and garlic, completing her preparations.

"Hey, Screw, I’ve seen you more often lately than my own wife. Don’t tell me you want to start a ‘man and machine’ romance with me?" Tang Hua found himself teleported into an office-like room, where Screw sat in the main seat, smiling at him.

Qinglian froze for a moment upon hearing Yu Zidu’s name. Hearing that name—which once tugged at her heart—again when the person was so near yet out of reach, she felt a pang of bittersweet longing.

"You're talking nonsense!" Frost Dance snapped angrily. Her figure had always been her greatest pride—clearly, she was being slandered, or else the person was blind.

Tang Hua was just about to attack when suddenly the giant python coiled its body, opening its maw as large as a mountain to swallow the two of them whole. Killstar hurried to activate the Phantom Demon Sword, but despite being wounded, the python's sweeping assault showed no sign of relenting.

But just because she could temporarily stay in this position, did she really think she could control his household—or even the entire marquisate?

"Are you sure you want to do this? There's still no result from Orville's side!" Lan Mei asked, her voice tinged with worry.

There was an uproar outside the door—another suspect had appeared! Wasn't the suspect supposed to be Eunuch Niu, who had gone in before?

"Though such actions may affect the ceremony's atmosphere, the political climate is too unstable to ignore. The camera will be returned soon, I promise," He Wet Clothes explained to Qingqian, though she remained uneasy.

Yin Hong smiled and replied, "All right." Qing Dai nodded in satisfaction, her gaze falling on the pastries on the table. Turning to Qinglian, she said, "Second Sister, eat some pastries. Nanny made them, and they're delicious." With that, she propped her chin in her hands, staring at the pastries, hesitating over which one to try first.

Meimei fell silent. To others, this was a great honor; she had no objection, figuring it was a good chance to get out, breathe some fresh air, and see the world.