Chapter 61: The Siamese Ghost Flute

Gao Rong asked, "Even so, this flute isn't particularly thin. How was it forced inside?"

"It was forced in by sheer force." Shen Hua pushed the folding screen aside, walked back to the deceased, gently pried open the mouth, and explained, "Look at this here."

She then pointed to the throat of the deceased and said, "And here, both are much wider than normal. This is due to internal swelling."

Gao Rong asked again, "Then why didn't Zhuyun cry out?"

As Shen Hua was putting on...

With his left foot rolling the ball backward, a red shadow violently dashed into the edge of Manchester United's penalty area. His muscular thighs swung, striking the football with a loud explosion.

Yet, after descending into the mortal realm, he discovered that the seven emotions and six desires, the misty hazes and neon lights of this world, were so deeply captivating to him.

Lu Qingcao had forgotten that in this era there wasn't even chili pepper, let alone the tape measure, which wasn't introduced to the Central Plains until the nineteenth century.

They would applaud their opponents, but they would also ruthlessly boo their own players. As long as you played on the turf of the Santiago Bernabéu, no matter who the hell you were or how big of a star you might be, the sole criterion for judgment was your performance on the pitch that day.

Since Meng Qi told him to observe and learn more as a friendly gesture, he would simply take some time in his spare time to master the first volume of the Records of the Grand Historian.

He only had a half-year residency at the Tongtian Dao Sect. If he failed to strive to become a registered disciple during this period, he would have to leave.

Then, without the slightest hesitation, he stepped out of the mystic realm, because communication talismans could not reach outside while inside the realm.

After Ji Yuanhai finished speaking, he saw Lu Shuang's expression of utter astonishment, while Lu Chenglin and Yuan Zhonghua were both clicking their tongues, clearly amazed.

With that, she lunged forward directly with her sword. Nangong Yue reacted in time and sidestepped, the blade narrowly missing her neck.

Leeds made it clear that he would remain in the Premier League to play next season, and at this current stage, the best team in the Premier League was Manchester United.

The previous two days they had discussed the work at Kanto, and Liu Xiao tacitly let Lao Bai and Zhuang Xian fool around while he flew off to Bali with Yu Youyou.

What surprised Chen Ziyang was the location of this villa. The place where it was built was surprisingly close to the location of the tomb in Shaanxi province mentioned by Old Lü; looking at the map, the distance between the two was only about one to two kilometers.

"With your paltry skills, you still want to take me down? Aren't you overestimating yourself a bit too much?" Davidson looked at Yi Tian with disdain.

Match-fixing is a term that the football circles of many countries have long turned a blind eye to, and their actions often show a disrespect for the spectators and the spirit of sportsmanship. But where does the root of the problem lie?

Xuanyuan Chen was extremely bold and forthright. With a flash of light in his hand, a pitch-black battle axe appeared. The battle axe was forged from unknown materials, and the moment it appeared, Han Yun immediately felt a heavy, oppressive sense of weight wash over him.

"Who is pinching me?" Lin Xuan cried out. These people were far too enthusiastic, forming a stark contrast to Long Xue's cold indifference.

Behind him stood a hundred-odd alien demons, his subordinates, every single one of them radiating an aura that pierced the heavens, terrifying to the extreme.

"What are you guys doing here?" A long-haired man demanded in a guarded tone, glaring at Qin Tian and Gu Manyan as they entered.

"You guys go ahead; I'll come find you in a moment," Qin Tian said to Fang Yuyao and Gu Manyan, whose complexions were somewhat pale.

They greeted each other, their faces perpetually wreathed in amiable smiles, looking exceptionally friendly on the surface.

Shen Junchen and Li Zhengxin flanked him from left and right, catching up almost simultaneously with Zhang Maosen, who was dragging his body forward rather than running.

Maki Nishikino, deep in slumber, furrowed her brow slightly and opened her tightly closed eyes. Her purple pupils still held a trace of bewilderment, clearly not yet fully awake.

"Your Highness flatters this humble official too much; this humble official does not deserve such grand courtesy from Your Highness!" Although Fang Zhenru looked down upon the idle and pampered imperial clan members of the Great Ming, he held Zhu Youlang in high regard.