Chapter 48: The Tiller

Wang Zheng roared, "Yes, I am mad! I’m nearly driven insane by your entire family! I am a scholar, a cultured man, a city dweller. I ought to have lived in the limelight, my future bright and boundless. It was your Li family that trapped me in this godforsaken wasteland. You destroyed my life! You are demons, beasts, and may you never meet a good end!"

Li Meimei snatched up the teacup at hand and hurled it at Wang Zheng, striking his head directly. "You bastard, just try saying that again—"

Zhao Hui and Li Zhenguo returned to the tour bus. The rest of the tourists had not yet gathered, so they waited another ten minutes or so until everyone was assembled. The bus started up and set off for the next destination.

Yan Xiao, feeling disheartened, turned once more to look at Hong Yan. His gaze was colder than ever, a chilling light flashing in his eyes.

After breakfast, Yiqi and Qi Yi decided to repair the fence in the backyard. It had been left unattended for far too long, the wood weakened and brittle after years of wind and rain.

He thought, perhaps his eyes were playing tricks on him, but he seemed to have seen a fleeting look of pity in Kou Xi’s gaze.

I tensed every muscle in my body, panic-stricken, and grabbed the left paw of the signboard cat on my right, my eyes darting about, unsure where to land.

Of course, it was also possible that they would find it hard to adapt to the pace and lifestyle of the city, and perhaps wouldn’t be willing to come.

It was lunchtime in the canteen. Wu Dao and Wu Lian’er were fighting over the last piece of braised beef in the dish. Just as Wu Dao’s phone rang and he answered it, the beef disappeared into Wu Lian’er’s mouth.

After a moment, he finally seemed to come to his senses. He stiffly turned to look at the two people behind him, trying to gauge their reactions.

"Thank you." Dongfang Ziyan didn’t have time to observe the expressions of those around him, hurrying downstairs toward the master bedroom on the first floor.

On a winter afternoon, the figure sleeping on the hospital bed stirred, eyelashes fluttering faintly. Bright sunshine poured through the glass, gradually illuminating the strikingly handsome face.

Perhaps it was because he liked him too much that he immediately thought of Bai Luo, believing Bai Luo wanted to be with him. At the time it all seemed so unbelievable, so absurd—yet he couldn’t help but think it.

It was taken on the first floor—Shen Guchen’s hand was unsteady, so the photo came out a little blurry. Still, Mu Sheng recognized him at a glance.

Luo Xinqi began to stutter, but could not bring herself to say the words that were already on the tip of her tongue.

He wanted to hear Jiang Yu’s opinion. If Jiang Yu wanted to start a business, Li Yi would absolutely give his full support.

This contradictory, tug-of-war feeling made it impossible for him to forgive Lou Shiyu for that broken promise, nor could he act around her as if nothing had happened, as he once did.

…Of course, that was only because she knew nothing of the director’s outrageous antics. Had she known, it might have been a different story entirely.

Shi Xiao was startled, hastily stepping back a few paces, thinking to himself: Have I really grown weaker, unable even to detect a human presence?

"I didn’t expect Tuntun to reach the divine beast stage already. How about coming with me to the Upper Realm for some training?" Shi Xiao was amazed—after just a year apart, Tuntun’s aura had advanced to the divine beast stage, carrying a mysterious quality that defied description.

Lin Yan brought both soul and ashes to seek him out, not because of his renowned medical skills, but because of his versatility—perhaps he could save Wang Chuan.

Among the three, Li Yi remained unruffled, while Ding Feng and Zhao Quan stood at his sides, alert and ready.

As the words fell, she could clearly feel the man so close to her grow even more stern, his grip tightening just a bit.

Here, they no longer needed to worry about being ambushed. The exit to the secret realm was not far; as long as they could hold out for a while, they could escape at any moment.

Yet the Lord of the Hungry Ghosts wore a look of utter satisfaction, as if relishing every moment.

No sooner had the words left his lips than a grey shadow darted from his mind, made a face at him, and, dragging Liu Yiyi—who had belonged to another time and space—stepped inside.