Chapter 128: Summoning the Golem

The shadow demons lurking in the darkness were overturned by Vider, who, facing a dozen of them at once, ignited even more of the soul’s fire within him.

He transformed into a white storm, charging forward as the hurricane howled violently. His enchanted Viking sword finally had the strength to shatter the demons’ carapaces. The demons, torn apart by the tempest, fell into fragments; their black shells cracked and dropped like shattered eggs, the green ichor staining the white snow.

The shadow demons had sensed nothing of Vider’s approach; as long as one’s footsteps were light enough.

Gu Zongci smiled faintly but said nothing. Leading me out, we got into the car, which soon departed from the Gu residence. I turned my face toward the window, gazing at the dusky blue evening outside.

“Is that so?” Mu Ling smiled slightly, then rose from bed, slowly stretching his limbs. With an air of indifference, he sat at the table and poured himself a drink.

The matriarch had passed away only four or five days prior; her body had not yet begun significant decomposition. Her cause of death was similar to Yunman’s—her heart had been removed by hand.

Lady Li sat dejectedly on the edge of the bed, her body cold. Eight years had passed, yet this matter still haunted them relentlessly, refusing to rest. How had it come to this again?

The bridal sedan chair was carried into the governor’s mansion; the wedding was halted. They could no longer be sent back to their former wealthy merchant residence. It was decided that Princess Yiyang would accompany them to live in the governor’s mansion. With the princess’s prestigious name affixed, there was no fear of scandal or rumor.

The Northern Commandery Prince shook his head, uncertain himself. Yet the red-and-blue guard uniforms looked oddly familiar. He was about to speak when Zhuge Feng interrupted.

Perhaps the love was never deep enough. A week later, the sorrow had faded; there was nothing left to grieve. He blamed himself for lacking courage, for having no money, for never boldly confessing his feelings. Now, looking back, that pure and beautiful crush from before could never be again.

The lingering kiss fell densely and tenderly, moving slowly from lips to forehead, eyes, nose, earlobes, then gradually downwards.

After receiving He Yan’s call, he immediately notified the hospital. As expected, He’s father and mother should have arrived at the meeting point even earlier than they did. Indeed, just as their car left the city, they spotted the business vehicle carrying He’s parents waiting by the roadside.

He glanced at the phone that had fallen into the sewer, his expression unmoving. Slowly, he crouched down. Right there, before Su Meng’s eyes, with those well-defined, elegant fingers, he lifted the sewer cover and retrieved the phone from within.

These sights and events also left Oka and his group passing by the area deeply perplexed.

Cui’er merely shook her head, shrinking further into the car. She had made up her mind—under no circumstances would she come within a step of that man.

Su Qingyu remained calm, smiling faintly without a word. Fortunately, after playing ball together three times in a row, the boys had grown somewhat accustomed to his dismissive demeanor. Yet it seemed he was not truly ignoring them; whatever they had to say, he listened, and he never failed to do what was asked of him.

Before Aunt Qin could speak, Madam Wei returned. Seeing Aunt Qin in her room, she immediately grew angry and, extending her sharp nails, tried to scratch Aunt Qin’s face. Frightened, Aunt Qin fled on the spot.

“So, what kind of path have you chosen?” At this moment, Darkfire’s attitude toward Liu Changning had changed. No longer did he respond with sarcasm and mockery; instead, he sincerely sought her counsel.

“Senior Brother is actually a remarkable man…” Yan Qing, standing on the dock, watched a lone boat drifting far away across the river. As the vessel’s silhouette faded into the mist, he spoke a sudden, seemingly nonsensical remark.

This, too, required a premise: the mech troops must successfully engage and bombard the insect horde, while simultaneously luring the second- and third-tier defenders into relentless pursuit.

Yet there was another, more terrifying sensation—if the man before us were to stop walking, would our hearts stop beating along with him?