Volume 1, Chapter 51: Rotten Flesh Hell 8: Identity Calibration

"Of course, we still need to look at this issue rationally. For instance, how do the villagers perceive these ghosts? Are they truly ghosts, or could they be understood as departed loved ones returning from an alternate dimension to visit them?" Ye Tianyi pondered.

The sun was about to set. Normally, people would have returned home early by this hour, and very few would be out hawking goods or doing business at night. Yet, Jiaozhou was bustling with extraordinary liveliness at this moment.

However, she cared not in the slightest about how ugly she looked, nor did the person before her find it unsightly in the least. As their gazes met, Di He saw his own face reflected in her tear-glinting eyes.

Chen Lu's powdered face flushed slightly. After struggling a couple of times and noticing the ambiguous glances from the surroundings—whether to humor Zhao Ziyue's might or because she truly couldn't break free—she allowed herself to be pulled by Zhao Ziyue toward the stairs of the teaching building.

The neatly arranged archers instantly exploded into chaos. The casualties caused by Lao Jiu in that single brief moment reached tens of thousands. Not to mention those ballistae and similar siege weapons, which had long since been smashed to smithereens by massive boulders, reduced to piles of scrap.

This caused many empires to grit their teeth with hatred whenever the Carefree Empire was mentioned. Yet, in order to trim down their economic expenditures, they had no choice but to swallow their pride and endure it. Take HX, for instance; even they were forced to re-establish their relationship with the Carefree Empire.

NPCs in Divine Miracle possessed their own agency. Later in the game, if an NPC issued a major quest—such as avenging a murdered father—and a player successfully accepted it, a demigod NPC joining a guild just to guard its gates was entirely possible. Zhang Wei, being well-informed, had already formed a judgment based on the recent circumstances.

Maliu's body slammed heavily onto the ground with a muffled thud, sending wisps of dust scattering in all directions from the impact.

一遍过后又是一遍 (Repeating the phrase over and over again), Bu Qianhuai abruptly lashed out with Xuanyin, his sword snapping back into its scabbard without a single trace of superfluous embellishment.

Hearing this, the group rested right where they were. Given this kind of rain, they—being practitioners of the initial martial realm and several postnatal realm martial artists—felt no particular discomfort.

Regardless of how one looked at it, Lei Chen felt that old man was somewhat bizarre. It had been several days since he moved here, yet every morning he would see the old man sitting in the courtyard soaking up the sun, remaining there until noon before going inside, after which he would vanish for the entire afternoon. Furthermore, his villa showed no signs of housing anyone else.

"She is a dangerous individual who constantly repeats acts of slaughter. Pay attention to me and make sure you don't act on your own accord, you understand?" Najenda furrowed her brow slightly, now somewhat regretting having assigned this task to Leone.

Hu Qian saw that Meng Qi had fallen into deep thought and did not urge him. The others also looked at Meng Qi, waiting for his response.

"Spare us your attempts to rattle our minds!" Lanlan snapped lightly. In truth, she wasn't certain whether the person before them was truly Gao Qing; the individual knew far too much about the actual events between them and Gao Qing—so much that it made it impossible to tell who was real and who was fake!

"Muffled..." After delivering a few symbolic, perfunctory blows to the domineering man pressing down upon her, Nagi no Minazuki grew limp and simply yielded to whatever he wished to do.

Because Qin Yu basically resided permanently in Macau after the King of Gamblers Tournament and rarely traveled elsewhere, figures in the gambling world and society preferred to affectionately refer to him as the King of Gamblers of Macau.

Fortunately, those three Apaches did not launch a direct attack; instead, they circled swaggeringly in front of the peacekeeping forces, seemingly putting on a show of intimidation.

"Haha, that's wonderful!" Zhou Zhiqing jumped up for joy and then began to dance right where she stood, fluttering about like a butterfly.

Meanwhile, at an abandoned amusement park in the suburbs of Ta City, located over a thousand kilometers away from Quan City, the paradise that once belonged to children had fallen into utter ruin. Those once wildly popular amusement facilities had long been swallowed by vegetation or reduced to debris during battles.

Therefore, Lu You had to consider his subsequent countermeasures. In the off-chance that Left Fei was shameless enough to actually make a move against him, dying without a fallback position would be exceptionally swift and absolute.

"She truly did not wish to celebrate her birthday." Thinking back on the seven years he and Xia Shiguang spent in Country Y, Jiang Cichen recalled that Xia Shiguang's emotions were always at their lowest ebb whenever her birthday arrived.

It was a pity that by the time his thoughts entered this dead end and he found this crucial point, he was already dead.

Yun Xi's eyes flashed. With a gentle swipe of her finger, a spatial rift materialized by the side of Xiling's bed.

Qianqian had constantly been pressured by Yunxi to secure Wuzi, yet Wuzi had never been close to her; could she really bring herself to aggressively force an embrace upon him?

"She said she had already gone, but her stomach hurt. Lacking the money for hospitalization, she bought some Phthalylsulfathiazole and took it, which stopped the diarrhea," the head teacher said.

The six bandits exchanged glances, hesitated for a moment, and ultimately chose to charge forward together. They had seen fierce men capable of taking on ten opponents by themselves, but Lord Ji Lingsheng—the Ji family young master rumored to have been hollowed out by wine and women—was definitely not that kind of powerhouse.

"You've finally arrived. The situation is extremely serious right now. I'll put the matter of Cai Wenji aside for the moment," Chen Qishan said in an extremely grave tone.

"A rubber man..." Tang Fan's eyes narrowed slightly as he sized up his opponent.

What's more, he intended to reclaim the stolen grain and provisions; that batch of supplies was long overdue to be returned to its rightful owner.

Having discovered nothing thus far, even Zhuo Qinglian and Young Master Wan began to cast skeptical glances toward Jun Yan, suspecting that his prolonged state of high tension had caused him to hallucinate. Although they thought this way in their hearts, neither of them dared to voice it aloud, considering that Jun Yan was doing it for everyone's safety.

Mu Qianxun did not struggle. Inhaling the faint plum blossom fragrance emanating from him, a trace of bitter a smile swept across the corners of her lips.

Back in the Eastern Palace, she had indeed been his legal mother, and addressing him as "my son" was entirely appropriate. But now that she was no longer the Empress of the Central Palace, this utterance of "my son" served at best as a sign of respect.