Chapter 67: The Shattered Mountains and Rivers Incident

In the thirty-first year of the戍天 (Guard Heaven) era, the prefect of Jiuyang Prefecture reported that bandits, aided by heretical sorcerers and degenerate scholars acting as "military advisors," had emerged from the shadows to wreak havoc, resulting in the plunder of many prominent and wealthy households.

By this stage, any household reported by the prefect as having been "plundered" was already a well-known and established family of substantial wealth.

Moreover, the prominent families targeted by the outlaws invariably met certain specific conditions.

The Li family was a prominent clan in Jiuyang Prefecture, a branch of the ancient lineages of Heluo that had settled down here—

Pigs yielded a multitude of useful products: pork, trotters, and tails; virtually every part of the animal was edible.

Besides, how had Qi Simeng’s ancestors managed to pinpoint the locations of the malignant fires? Was it not said that malignant fires belonged to the realm of legends, unseen and unknown to anyone?

"I haven't eaten yet, I'm hungry," Song Weiyi whined while hugging her belly, pouting like a spoiled child. There wasn't even anything to tide her over, and she had only had porridge for lunch.

Despite saying this, Yan Liran obediently took the cloak, put it on properly, and headed back to that village.

If she could only get her hands on modern cosmetics, she would definitely be able to transform Han Yingmei into a celestial beauty. Her makeup skills from her past life were no less than those of a professional makeup artist.

The Holy Mother of the Pure Land was no longer in bed. Zhou An sat up and saw her sitting by the table dressed only in her undergarments, eating the fruit and pastries laid out there. She must have been famished, having scarcely eaten anything over the past few days.

Regardless, that was a matter for the future. People like them never wasted time harboring groundless fears—fearing the wolf in front and the tiger behind—for how could such hesitation ever accomplish any great undertaking?

"Rest assured! I am fine," Hua Tian comforted Yi Zixian while casting a gaze filled with deep suspicion toward Ren Qingxue, who was walking over at a leisurely pace.

In the business world, no one had ever been able to guess his intentions, which was why Xu Ziting navigated this circle with such effortless mastery.

"Making such a racket early in the morning..." Yan Yinuo's face was puffy; she hadn't slept well the night before, leaving her brimming with morning irritability.

In an instant, that severed head floated into the air, its eyeballs rolling out to the edge of the bed. Colossal maggots crawled within the two black, hollow sockets, and shortly thereafter, a bloody tongue darted out as the ghastly head flew straight toward me.

The medical and logistics teams, carrying a large quantity of supplies for the company, advanced toward West Village in the wake of Zhao Fei, leaving behind the first platoon, the second platoon, and the special operations squad.

"Then tell me first, did we or did we not do anything we shouldn't have done last night?" I continued with the topic I hadn't finished earlier.

This thing must absolutely not be allowed to catch up! Zhang Ning knew very well in his heart that once overtaken, there would be no hope of survival whatsoever. Even the Golden-Haired Hou had its HP instantly burned down by more than 7,000 points due to the demonic flames, and his own mere 8,000-plus health points simply wouldn't be enough to withstand it.

In her past life, she lost her father at age three and her mother at age five. Her only surviving relative, her eldest uncle, sent her to an orphanage. Little did she know that the caretakers and matrons of the orphanage abused the children in their charge. Seizing an opportunity when the adults were busy fighting a fire she had deliberately set, she managed to escape.

After exerting a tremendous amount of effort, Zhang Ning finally managed to drag Mingxue into the room, drop her onto the bed, and casually help her take off the high heels on her feet.

They now had only one option left: capture Ling Feng. That was their last remaining glimmer of survival.

Sub-legendary equipment. Zhang Ning's eyebrows twitched. He immediately opened his character interface to check the attributes of "Wuju" after breaking the first seal.

Caressing each other gently, every spot their hands could reach left a trace of the other. Han Wei was no longer satisfied with just her crimson lips and began moving downward, kissing her jaw, her pink neck, her sensitive earlobes, and every reachable inch around her mouth.

The story below was told to me by Yuan Zicong from his hospital bed. It was about the reason for his hospitalization. I originally thought he had sleepwalking, which was why he fell out of the second-story window. As it turned out, that was not the case at all.

"Hey, can you guys at least shout for me before you leave!" Yue Zichen shouted at the retreating figures at the top of his lungs.

Although I knew this old cowhide couldn't possibly carry me up to the heavens, it could help me shield against the "ghostly blinding fog." The two resident pythons earlier had wanted to bewitch me, but their trickery had been exposed by me.