Volume 1, Chapter 36: This woman truly understands my heart.

After clearing the grand raid, Yang Hao found some free time. Recalling his previous business ventures, he set out to gather another round of data.

"We are quite lucky this year!" Having heard news from various bases, he sighed.

"Give me a bowl, too." Liu Changde stood up. In that instant, his aura shifted—he became stern and fearless, exuding the dignity and majesty of a commanding officer.

"Heh... in the end, nothing more than a scaled beast. Is that all you can say, even when you're trying to sound tough?" Mo flicked his wrist, shaking all the blood from his blade.

Yang Hao had gained a lot recently, much of which had already been converted into combat power, but there were still three important tasks left undone.

Shortly after, rumors began to circulate that Guo Yi and his group had seized their basketball court that afternoon, and that Cheng Ran hadn't dared to utter a single word in protest.

The Weaver Ant, reduced to nothing but a head, could still move. Its mandibles snapped shut, sinking deep into Yang Hao’s flesh.

Though he knew in his heart that accepting nearly a thousand disciples at once likely meant they were the least valuable type of outer-sect disciples, he was still deeply satisfied.

The final ring of the sword was filled with sorrow. Then, silence followed—a deathly, withered stillness—before giving birth to an endless, lingering resentment.

For the second shipment to Merck Rogers, Li Chen did not appear, leaving Merck Rogers to escort it personally.

Liu Ziguang performed these actions subconsciously, not by design, yet they achieved unexpected results. Of course, these changes occurred subtly and gradually; neither Liu Ziguang nor Gu Yanwu noticed them.

It was only then that Wei Yuan realized he had even more relatives than were recorded in his family genealogy, though, naturally, each one was merely looking for a handout.

Upon hearing that the only place nearby worth considering was a Western restaurant, Wei Yuan immediately gave the location to Lan Xue.

"What are you all making such a fuss about..." He trotted over, only to be interrupted by someone standing nearby.

Every five meters along the colorful banners, a security guard stood, stretching all the way to the intersection. For today's event, Wei Daniu had specifically visited a local security firm to hire temporary staff to maintain order along the road.

Rong Siman, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, stood beautifully under the lights, a captivating smile on her lips. Beside her stood her son, Ying Muhai.

With a roar, the four spirits that had been chattering incessantly around Zhang Kun froze. They immediately fell silent, and the room finally became quiet.

Li Xue was not at home; her week-long college entrance exam break had long since ended, and by now, it was likely her turn to take the tests.

Anan left with a mournful expression. Ying Qingcang’s lips curled upward as he pulled open the bottom drawer and took out a photograph. It was the three of them at the horse farm: Xin Qing leaning in his arms, and Asha sitting on horseback.

Igniting the engine, shifting into gear, and reversing—in less than a minute, a black sedan pulled up in front of Zhang Kun. Without waiting for Zhang Kun to open the door, President Jin leaned over and opened the passenger door himself.

Sett did not hide his intentions—or perhaps, it was something anyone could have seen from the start.

The Lion Ape twisted its body to dodge the Red Mortal Blade, then puffed out its chest, raised its right arm to thrust the great sword into the sky, and brought it down with a heavy crash.

Outside the door, Xie Xiong listened to her wailing and screaming. She would sigh and moan, howl like a wolf or roar like a tiger, then crouch on the ground, clutching her head in her hands, pounding her skull with her fists like a child who had caused trouble.

As he spoke, Tanjiro’s gaze narrowed slightly. Without waiting for the others to ask, he raised a hand to signal for silence, sniffed the air, and his expression turned deathly serious. In the blink of an eye, he vanished from sight, charging toward the nearby dense forest.

The lightning strike, capable of felling a Destroyer, hit the thug squarely. In an instant, the man who had fired the shot was transformed into charred meat. The other thugs were terrified and raised their guns to shoot at Sirris, but a flash of a blade swept past, and the arms holding the guns flew into the air.

The transformation project was only in its infancy. To facilitate this plan, she had even stood against almost everyone else in the Hidden Rain Village and the Akatsuki organization alongside Nagato.

Yue Li’s eyes were filled with regret and despair. She slowly crouched down, helplessly burying her head in her arms like a child, her expression hidden from view.

Su Qing said, "Unless you can enter the inner sect. Because Qing'er is now an inner-sect disciple, and her talent is among the very best."

Stepping into the film industry by making a guest appearance in an S-plus blockbuster starring Jiang Mingye was truly everyone's ultimate dream.

At daybreak, a wonderful day began with morning tea. The shrimp dumplings at the teahouse were as white as snow and thin as paper; the char siu buns were soft, tender, and juicy; the steamed siu mai were refreshing and appetizing; and the egg tarts were sweet and fresh. There were also custard buns, pineapple buns, durian pastries, and lotus leaf rice. On the streets, one could find crispy char siu, rice noodle rolls, fish sashimi, and barbecue pork.

She didn't tell the truth, Hang Yi thought to himself. Strange—could there be something here that we aren't allowed to know?

Han Feng lay weakly on the hospital bed. His face and arms were covered in blood droplets, and his clothes and sheets were soaked through, stained a deep crimson. Xin Na’s heart twitched with every breath as she slowly walked to Han Feng’s side.

Ouyang Tianlin looked into her eyes. "Yes, if you really want to go, you have to leave next month."

He dismissed the others and went to the grave alone. He gazed at the face of the stone statue; after a long while, it felt as if the statue were truly Long Xilan, standing before him and smiling.

But in reality, psychopaths are truly incurable. Furthermore, psychopaths have no sense of right or wrong; they act solely according to their own whims. Many psychopaths will kill and dismember their own closest loved ones, or even cook and eat them, justifying it by saying they want to keep them in their hearts forever.

It was past noon now. After half a day of travel, they would only be able to reach Liang Town, forty miles away, to find lodging. Unless they slept in the wilderness, they were bound to run into them in Liang Town. Watching the two people hurriedly hit the road after finishing their dry rations, Ding Guoguo sighed, got up, and continued her journey.