Chapter 67: A Chance Encounter!

“Hades? Is there something the matter?” Chen Fan murmured as he opened the envelope.

He had only met Hades once before, so the sudden letter was unexpected.

As his eyes scanned the page, Chen Fan couldn’t help but smack his lips a few times.

The gist of the letter was this: because Chen Fan had slain the evil god, the Temple of the Evil God...

When he saw the two of them leave, never once glancing toward the waterfall, he finally let out a long sigh of relief.

When Su Qiao woke the next day, Fu Yanshu was already gone. Seeing the empty half of the bed, Su Qiao wondered if the events of the previous night had only been a dream.

After leaving home, she searched for the bus route to Nannan’s school, needing to walk about five minutes first.

She still hadn’t figured out how to confess to him about her lottery win, when he had already dropped such a bombshell on her.

Fu Yanshu leaned closer, his thin lips nearly brushing Su Qiao’s ear as he murmured a few words.

The old Taoist staggered backward in fright, but in the next instant, he felt his hands gripped in a deathly hold. Looking down, he saw two rotted arms tightly coiled around his wrists.

Though the pastries were delicious, they were terribly dry and soon left them parched; after a few bites, they began searching for tea.

Su Yu led his men up the mountain to reap the spoils of victory, capturing over twelve hundred bandits alive. More than eight hundred who resisted fiercely were executed, over five hundred had died in the earlier fighting, and several hundred more were still trapped, unable to pull their legs from the snares.

Though he was there as the imperial envoy to welcome Zhao Shen, in truth, he was most eager to see Yang Shi, who had once been half a mentor to him.

Chi Caiyi craned her head to see the numbers on the paper, immediately suspecting she must have read them wrong.

It was deep into the night, yet the palace was ablaze with light. In the imperial gardens, flowers bloomed in a riot of color, their fragrance heavy in the air. Behind an ornamental rockery, two shadowy figures could just be made out.

Shang Mengqi never imagined Qiu Shaoze would say such a thing—it was completely out of character for him. Despite her doubts, as she reflected on his words, she realized Qiu Shaoze had a point: did she truly understand him?

Just as Chu Youcai began to speak, the Lord of Hibiscus City acted with perfect timing, launching an attack in that very instant.

Li Ningyu’s assault grew fiercer, swifter and more direct than when he was in the bath just moments before. Endong found herself powerless in his strong arms, unable to struggle free.

“Because you defiled the noble descendant of the King of Controllers…” At Feng Xueya’s words, Chen Zui’s face filled with grievance. At last, he understood the meaning behind what I’d said—his eyes glared at me, brimming with venom.

“Sis, maybe rich people just want something new and fun—they’re not looking for real feelings. How could you be so foolish?” Zhou Yan clung to my arm.

In that instant, the crowd was thrown into an uproar. Wen Ji’s words laid her heart bare for all to see. No one had expected her to be so thoroughly won over by Chu Youcai—what extraordinary talent must he have revealed?

“Junrui, Junrui, Junrui…” I repeated his name, as if seeing a lover from a past life. I reached out, tracing his brow with my fingertip.

Indeed, when people become too greedy, it never ends well. And since they’d already become traitors and collaborators, there was no point in talking about backbone and integrity—lining their own pockets was all that mattered to them.

The crowd was thrown into greater panic. This monster, though perhaps not quite on par with Qinglei’s avatar, was terrifying enough. Had its movements not been so stiff and sluggish, they would have been wiped out in an instant. The dreadful energy in its two claws sent chills through every soul present—there was simply no way to resist.