Chapter 46: Reduced to Ashes

Upon hearing this, Xu Qi and Tan Jiuding exchanged a glance of surprise mingled with understanding.

“Ahem,” Xu Qi cleared her throat, “I see… Perhaps the Autumn Exchange Shipping Company is just busy, causing the delay?”

“Stop spouting nonsense! My family has already completed all the inspections and paid all the fees, even the bribes to the clerks and the Chen family’s hush money…” Bai Tingyi choked on the words, quickly skipping over the details. “Everything is ready, just waiting for the east wind, yet you’re making a fuss and stirring trouble.”

Especially when people face various injustices in their daily lives, it’s all too easy to fall into an endless abyss.

Tang Tang didn’t understand how Si Tong came to know about these matters. He had always thought Si Tong was someone who didn’t like to dwell on things, but now it seemed it wasn’t a matter of unwillingness to think, but rather a lack of capacity to fully grasp the situation. He simply chose not to speak much.

When Wei Xiaoguang posted this incident on his social circle, none of his friends could believe it, for it was simply too incredible to accept.

On the hospital lawn, simple musical equipment had been set up. Xie Zijin was bent over tuning her instrument, while Mo Xin, dressed in black, sat behind the drum set, waving at Lin You and Yin Lele.

Perhaps the reason he survived was because he paid the bill first, or maybe because, upon gaining power, he chose not to abuse it but to uphold justice instead.

To put it plainly, in the valley’s marketplace, a bowl of noodles usually cost one yuan—the generous kind. A full meal with four dishes and a soup, meat and vegetables included, averaged around twenty to thirty yuan. This gives a sense of the true value of one or two taels of gold.

Everything here was fine now, but they were already gone. Truly, fate is unpredictable.

They said cancer was not invincible, that as long as she maintained a good mindset and actively pursued treatment, there was always hope.

But Su’s mother stubbornly refused to relent. After being nagged by Su’s grandmother, she began complaining to Su’s father.

Having finished speaking, Ji Ruomei took Cai’er, soared into the air, and steadied the trembling Song Jian with a firm grip.

“Madam Rao, I will not leave unless Leng Ze himself says he no longer wants me.” Luo Yunyan lowered her gaze, her eyes filled with deep trust in Gu Lengze.

“This is rebellion, rebellion!” He muttered these strange words, and in his fury, his body began to swell. The sound of tearing cloth rang out as his clothes were shredded to tatters.

A ghost? Must the dead be sucked into another world? A place called the Underworld? Where Meng Po resides? Where the virtuous are rewarded, and evildoers condemned to the eighteen layers of hell?

Wu Feng and the three-headed hellhound landed beside the ice wall, gazing out. The thickness was no less than a hundred meters, perhaps a thousand.

But he knew well that fighting this madman was tantamount to risking his life. Even if the battle ended evenly, it would take at least twenty years to recover to this level. He could not afford that—he had plans, and in the coming years, he would need his full strength.

Wu Feng sighed deeply. Were it not for pressing matters, he would never have come here.

Glancing sideways, Xuanyuan Chen was still sound asleep. I wanted to fall asleep too, but not a trace of drowsiness came. After tossing and turning, I wrapped myself in the quilt and got up to ponder some matters.

With a wave of the hand, the Origin of All Evil swiftly gathered the debris, clearing a vast area.

“This works well; it prevents disputes and internal conflicts,” said C-Group Number 3 with a smile, leading six assassins from his faction away.

A Ping’s eyes were filled with the terror of death. Before her screams could escape her throat, Qi Hui bit down on her neck. A large piece of flesh, still attached to organs, was torn off. Bright red blood poured from the wound, staining the papers a deep red.