Chapter 139: Ruins of the Temple

Mid-March, 1192 of the Twilight Era, Eighth Age.

As a new Blood Moon cycle approached, Wade began the excavation of the nameless ruins. He left ten skeletons to guard the underground fortress, taking the remaining fifty with him to the site. The skeletons dug into the earth shovel by shovel, using simple wooden frames fitted with wheels to pile the excavated sand and soil to the side. From the new moon to the full moon, there were nearly sixty days—those sixty days...

In the darkness, I noticed that the completely naked Fourth Brother had a long, strip-like object buckled around his waist, swaying with the rhythm of his body. Upon closer inspection, it was the Copper Pot that Devours a Hundred Ghosts.

He had already begun, pressing his lips to her ear, the side of her neck, and her cheeks, biting gently, sending shivers deep into her bones.

"So the Chairman is such a philanderer; I thought you were a devoted man," Song Yujing said bluntly.

It was no surprise, for this demonic formation was forged from the resentment of the monkeys in the forest—all of whom had been killed by three generations of Chen Yuejin's family. How could these red-eyed monkeys not harbor resentment when they saw him?

That year, Bai Zilin was nineteen and Mo Tianqi was fifteen. Unable to hide their brilliance, they were both recruited into the Heaven-Slaying Mansion, becoming the only two young men selected for the organization in the last century besides the legendary heroes.

Lou Jianguang let out a roar, his eyes bulging as he charged toward the window. With a loud crash, he smashed through the frame and glass, leaping out into the courtyard.

After resting for a while, Chunqiu felt the pain in her stomach subside enough to stand up and continue her work.

Su Hang had no idea his roommate intended to buy a zither. He didn't offer a rebuttal; he knew his uncle’s words were spoken out of genuine concern. Even if they were unpleasant to hear, he could still appreciate the care of an elder.

Suddenly, my blood surged, and that inexplicable rage began to boil within my chest once more.

The Gu family had long forgotten about their troublesome eldest brother. The whole family was busy making money at the shop every day; although they were tired, they lived comfortably.

Zhong Xin had intended to turn and walk away rather than discuss the origins of humanity, but when the guy’s train of thought abruptly jumped to revealing the secrets of magic, she instantly stopped in her tracks.

After several days of painful reflection, Xiao Long had figured it out, but he chose not to dwell on it. He wanted to use this opportunity to see if they were truly capable of handling such a heavy responsibility.

A person who reaches this level of mastery can, when diagnosing and treating, acutely capture the crux of the illness and strike directly at its underlying mechanism, breaking past the habit of "identifying illness by name and patterns by symptoms" to streamline the thought process and perceive the true nature of the pulse and symptoms.

"There are three protagonists. It would be great to have Pullman play the President; he's very elegant. For the pilot, it's best to find a Black actor—Smith would be perfect," Emmerich said, unconsciously stepping into the role of the director.

"Taste is the ultimate truth, regardless of the cuisine!" Guan Heping was in complete agreement with that statement.

Mo Xiaosheng’s guess was correct: the lilies had been placed in the infirmary by Yalan, but at that very moment, Yalan was meeting with Ye Yuanzhinan at the Scotland Cafe.

"Ducks are treasures from head to toe. I can't explain it to you clearly; you'll understand once you've tasted them," Chen Tianxing said, too lazy to elaborate.

No, I have to go back and check! Chai Hua was deeply uneasy. Lin Jiang and Zhou Bo hesitated—should they go or not?

"It's getting late. Is President Zhu really so free today?" Chen Tianxing laughed, hinting that it was time for him to leave. It took a certain kind of courage to chase away a CEO who was about to be promoted to a high-ranking state minister.

With these two Buddhist artifacts clashing, the Ghost Immortal of Yandu suffered. His body trembled incessantly, like a sieve, while the countless ghosts within him evaporated one after another, turning into ash.

Therefore, Su Qiao guessed that President Li might eventually sign an agreement with Jiang Ziyi, as that was the only way to secure both projects.