Volume One, Chapter 61: Waiting for You Below

Upon hearing this, Yun Xueyan's expression changed instantly.

Before Yun Xueyan could say a word, Wang Qi spoke first: "Yun Xueyan, I know your family is having a hard time and facing financial troubles, but surely you wouldn't stoop so low as to use counterfeit goods to deceive Master Fu?"

In no time at all, the gang leader dissolved before A Biao's eyes into a foul-smelling puddle of acid and a heap of bones scattered across the ground. The spectacle was so terrifying that it made one's blood run cold. Had they not witnessed it themselves, who could have believed that such a horrifying scene had just played out before their very eyes?

Originally, Zhao Ningshuang had not planned to agree, but after Su Qianyu and Lin Han's persistent urging, she finally relented.

Chen Xuan, upon hearing this, broke out in a cold sweat. But seeing Zhi Shen's bright eyes and steadfast Buddhist heart, he gave up any further attempts at persuasion.

Yet the emperor's purpose in coming this time was not merely to visit Consort Liu, for he had also brought with him a highly respected imperial physician. Feng Kun, the father of Feng Chuan, had served as an imperial doctor in the palace for decades and was one of the most senior members of the Imperial Medical Academy.

Chen Jianjun dared not open the door before him, afraid that he might find his other son, too, reduced to a wretched state at Chen Feng's hands.

There were no shuttle buses or tuk-tuks on the island either; those who came and went on a daily basis, unless they had someone to pick them up, had to travel by foot.

Moreover, these snails were unlike the ones found in rice paddies; the mud inside them was minimal and so they did not need to be soaked in clear water for days on end.

Amidst the sneers and mockery of his enemies all around, the faint curve at the corner of his lips was still visible, his eyes burning like fire, searing straight to the core.

On just this one platform, he had five hundred thousand followers—dozens of times more than Lin Zhengqiu.

Although Fu Zhisu had a fire starter, he dared not lend it to him. Who knew what was wrapped inside that white paper in his hand? The top was covered with yellow paper—perhaps one side held an antidote, the other poison, or maybe lighting it would serve as a signal, summoning dozens of men from the shadows to seize her and the secret guards in an instant.

Meanwhile, Fujimaru Ritsuka pressed a hand to his chest—magical energy! To maintain the power of the Solar Calendar Stone, as the master, Fujimaru Ritsuka needed to provide a steady stream of magical power.

Chen Yi had completed his task. He was still waiting for someone to provide food, but, alas, even after drinking all the tea until it was just water, no one paid him any mind. Forget it! He had planned to make do at the provincial guesthouse, but as soon as he stepped out the door, someone blocked his way.

To the uninitiated, this place might seem like a wonderful spot for leisure, but in truth, it was fraught with peril—one wrong move and your life could be forfeit.

By midday, all the large jars of pickles and basins of cured sausage they had brought were sold out. The guests who arrived later hoping to buy some were left disappointed.

How could this be possible? Watching as Youming Bu Po's hand was suddenly replenished, Sanyo Dahai's eyes widened in disbelief. Was this seemingly unremarkable card really so powerful?

At his side stood several burly, grim-faced, bald men dressed in black, exuding such an air of menace that it was as if they wanted everyone to know they were gangsters.

Watching Qingluo fuss over her appearance, Li Ansheng's eyes gleamed with mischief—he decided to tease her a little more.

Of course, only he knew what had just transpired here, and he had no intention of telling anyone.

Nor did they intend to give Tang San any opportunity. Their toleration of his emergence was merely to lure the God of Shura into their game.

"Secondly: pricing. The issuing company offers seventy yuan per feature film, but because we used aerial and marine photography—high-difficulty filming techniques..."

Han Yue's gaze swept across their faces. Seeing the anticipation in their eyes, her stomach lurched. She hastily lowered her head, covering her mouth with her sleeve.