Chapter 71: A Change of Face!

Lu Shanshan was extremely excited, and her way of addressing Chen Fan changed from his name to “Brother Fan.”

“Yes, trust me.”

Chen Fan nodded and followed Lu Shanshan into the inner room.

Since the hospital had not admitted him, Lu Shanshan’s father had been recuperating at home.

He suffered from a severe psychiatric illness.

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Han Yu had always admired Xu Feng’s abilities, which was why he worked so hard to recruit him. But today was the first time he truly saw Xu Feng in person, a figure as fierce as a beast unleashed, and he couldn’t help but marvel repeatedly.

“Before I lose control and kill you all, get out!” Her anger made her already frail face even paler and uglier.

That night, Han Yu was pondering in his room how to leave the city when he suddenly heard the noise of people outside, followed by the sound of fireworks.

“Amazing, truly amazing! I never imagined these ingredients could have such a wonderful effect. Aisen, you’re incredible!” Gu Yu’s eyes were full of excitement and anticipation as she grasped Aisen’s hand, exclaiming with fervor.

Liang Shiyi and his younger sibling crowded around, calling out “Uncle” to Lu Ziyu, their faces eager for knowledge as they looked up at him.

The hand kneading his arm suddenly froze, his heart filled with anxiety as he secretly wondered: Why did he suddenly say that? Could he have noticed something?

Aisen’s eyes showed a hint of confusion. He gently touched his forehead, murmuring to himself as he recalled the last scene before he lost consciousness.

The roads in the capital were muddy and slick. Han Yu rode forward slowly, his body jolting with the horse’s movement. Worried the horse might slip, he gave a nervous glance as a signal.

Bai Jingqing quickly picked up the supplies and skillfully bandaged Gu Qingxin’s wounded leg, then applied medicine to the abrasions on her palm and arm.

Madam Shangguan understood that after Pan Yu had done such a thing, for Shangguan Ling to spare her life was already on account of Chu Xiangyi.

Originally, Lu Xing had told her that Lian Heng would visit Harbor City over the weekend, but in the end, Lian Heng’s trip did not happen.

Yet, the sound of him tearing his sleeve was overheard by someone hidden in a nearby tree, who immediately pounced in his direction.

The Fate-Mantra, empowered by the pure Buddhist force of over a thousand guardian Vajras, could even convert a Supreme Immortal.

“So you’re an old friend of my master, how fateful! My master is doing well.” Xuan Yuanji felt reassured. This person knew his master, so perhaps he would not make things too difficult.

“All right, all right, your mother says you’re cute, so you must be the cutest.” Shangguan Ling relented, pulled out his phone and turned on airplane mode.

Xiao Dikai felt as if a heavy stone pressed upon his chest, and tears began to fall uncontrollably.

Evidently, Xiao Dikai had deliberately raised this issue just as Xiao Diyuan returned, forcing Xiao Hong to agree.

If there were truly so many evil souls from past lives, how could they reincarnate? Most would descend to the eighteenth level of hell, to eliminate karma and endure endless suffering.

The foreigners around the coffin showed grotesque expressions, clearly terrified before death. Their wounds were a dark purple-black, as if scorched by sulfuric acid, and the smell was like burnt human flesh—utterly foul.

“This makes me uneasy, reminding me of many apocalyptic scenarios.” Allen stretched lazily.

Upon hearing the gravekeeper’s tale, I gained a deeper understanding of the title of Queen Mother of the West.

Moreover, the sword gleamed with a black light, faintly emitting an aura of extreme danger, chilling to the bone.

On the screen, the bombs appeared in groups—some in sets of eight hundred and eighty-eight, others one, two, three, or four.

Zhou Yang’s tactic succeeded, and he felt a slight pride. Yet as he rushed to the “Overlord,” just three or four meters away and about to launch his attack—