Volume 1, Chapter 50: The Flesh Stitcher

Drip, drip!
Hot, fresh blood continuously dripped from the tip of the sword, while the breath of life ebbed rapidly away.
Zhu Wen cursed angrily, "You dog of a slave, what time is it, and you're still fighting me for a horse? Get out of my sight and scram!" With that, he raised his foot and kicked Li Zhen aside, vaulted onto the horse, whipped it, and galloped away.
In the pitch-black stairwell, two closed iron doors blocked out the sunlight, yet what locked these two iron doors together was a combination lock.
Chen Mo appeared nonchalant as he began discussing the affairs of the rebel army with everyone. Zhu Yuanzhang personally held a flagon and continuously poured wine for Chen Mo, who drank heartily and fearlessly with the company.
Physicians of that era believed that water weakened the functions of the organs, and that taking a hot bath caused the pores to open completely, allowing toxic air to enter the body.
Back then, Wei Ye had dispatched the White Carp Monarch to guard Peach Blossom Mountain, purposely carving out the rock to form a deep pool. Not only had he hollowed out the entire Peach Blossom Mountain to create the Jade Ripple Pool, but he had also captured the primordial earth-energy of the mountain roots within the stones, nurturing it in a jade dipper for a long time.
Black—absolute and peerless black. The light within the terrestrial universe had already been sucked backward by the gravitational pull into the cosmos. This was an absolute void devoid of all matter. Apart from the existence of space, because humans possessed consciousness while staying here, an additional attribute was added: time was also slipping away.
"I understand!" Zhou Lei suddenly cried out. The large tent instantly fell silent, and everyone turned their heads toward Zhou Lei.
The joint headquarters did not dare to easily agree or refuse. Finally, at Zhang Guodong's suggestion, the first expanded committee meeting in half months was convened, with all committee members and bureau chiefs currently at headquarters attending.
He had no use for these items, but Zhang Fan and the others could use them. If they wanted to carve out their own territory and rule as lords, it would be utterly impossible without some foundation. Therefore, these items could serve as their foundation, even surpassing that of ordinary bandits.
"Clang!" Struck by the electric shock, Xu Xu instantly lost his grip on the steel fork. His hand loosened, and the steel fork clattered to the ground.
The white hair at his temples had also vanished completely, and the faint traces of weathered age on his face had faded away, as if he had suddenly returned to the prime of his life around the age of twenty.
At a glance, more than twenty silver-armored guards had stepped forward, faintly forming a peculiar formation that encircled the entire center of the venue.
In order to save his life, Mu Hai cast aside all dignity, immediately dropping to his knees on the ground and kowtowing repeatedly, begging only for Zhang Ling to spare his life.
After a brief moment of reflection, Murong Yang also spoke somewhat uncertainly. As he spoke, he looked melancholicly in the direction where Mo Fan had departed; after all, regarding the affairs between Mo Fan and Murong Bingbing, he had only heard rumors and could not be certain.
Usually, Zhou Xinyi kept a schedule of early to bed and early to rise, but this morning, she truly could not get up. To be precise, she was unwilling to get up and simply wanted to linger in bed, because even now she still felt her body somewhat weak and reluctant to move.
Wang Xiu furrowed his brows slightly, took another step back, and then crossed the arm that had been blocking above over to his left side.
However, that exquisitely beautiful figure seemed not to have heard his words at all. Her expression remained as calm as ever, like a pool of deep water without a ripple, as she stood gracefully with her gaze fixed on the two figures in the distance.
The streets were completely abuzz, human voices filling the entire city, and even the beggars on the city walls were beaming with joy.
Su Hanyu lay on the bed, her head turned to the side, quietly watching every move of Mistress Si. As she watched, her gaze gradually grew misty.