Chapter 66: Widow Sun Seeks Out Wan Shun

"Come on, let’s take Grandma to have a look," Widow Sun tugged at her grandson.

The snot-nosed boy blinked; his grandma’s curiosity was even stronger than his own.

Widow Su gazed at the bustling construction site, secretly alarmed. Surely this wasn’t that little girl Wan Shun’s territory, was it?

"Where’s Shun?"

"Grandma, why are you looking for Sister Shun?"

Widow Sun shot her grandson a glare. "Children shouldn’t ask so many questions. Silly boy, take me to find Shun."

The creature’s skin was mottled, its white belly exposed upward, and on that pale belly were countless black threads—a manifestation of death’s power.

Suddenly, Hu Yue heard behind him the sound of something taut snapping.

He guessed that Uncle Xiang was also helping Zhou Qingyun pack. Zhu Da thought for a moment; perhaps he should go catch a few fish. Now that his mother knew how to cook fish, he wouldn’t lack for a good meal at the Qin family, but it would be good for his parents and master to eat more fish and replenish their nutrition.

Speaking of which, the previous two visits to the Palace of Eternal Cold—the first was on a whim, the second to open a treasure chest. The palace doors were unpredictable, opening and closing at random.

Now, Zhu Da could smell the thick scent of blood. He knew his own body was stained, the tip of his blade pressed against the wounds of his opponent, blood still flowing. All of this made him tense and even nauseous.

Baili Wuchen, thinking Helian Hongjin would be saddened by these events, stayed in the palace to keep him company for a few days, while Bai Yu continued investigating news of Yu Fangfei.

Just as Fang Zheng was considering whether to take a break, he saw several elderly people dragging a not-so-thick tree from afar.

If Qiao Juncheng wasn’t a fool, then by now he should have realized that Nangong Ru had long known about the box, and knew the maid would report its whereabouts. She had informed Lang Fei early to come and watch the show.

"My junior sister is already an apothecary; won’t she share some benefits with her senior brother?" Shangguan Fei shamelessly wrapped his arm around Le Bing’s shoulder, rubbing his handsome face against hers.

"You haven’t been here long; most of my skills were learned from a wandering priest I met in the wild years ago." This answer felt like a familiar routine to Zhu Da.

As luck would have it, Kim Yunho was part of the investigation team. If Kim Yunho got into trouble, he’d have to bear responsibility as well.

He wasn’t speaking up for Park Gukwon, but analyzing things objectively. He had no conflict of interest with Park Gukwon, and right now Park Gukwon needed him, so there was no reason to frame him. So it definitely wasn’t as Shin Donghae suspected.

This was, of course, a matter of trust. After all, White Saber could very well leave at any moment, completely unconcerned with Emiya Shirou’s fate. Even if Shirou died in the end, as long as the forcibly occupying C survived, White Saber would be fine; she would be free outside.

Could it be an illusion? Yet, looking back, those bodies were indeed beneath the boulder.

Just a single Flowing Blade Like Fire was terrifying enough, and now Emiya Shirou claimed he could wield all the Soul-Cutting Blades. Could anyone imagine such a thing?

My God, thinking that he had just kissed Frankray, John nearly gagged. Yet reason told him Frankray definitely wasn’t the personality Nami just displayed, nor would Frankray have any motive. But even if it wasn't Frankray, it could be someone very much like him.

Suddenly, the chief bandit, a martial commander wielding a broad blade, was struck by a fierce bolt of lightning. His entire body was charred and twitching, hair smoking, foam spilling from his mouth, eyes bulging and skewed. The powerful blade in his hand could not be brought down upon Ye Fan.

Overwhelmed, John lunged straight for Robin. How long had it been? Although he'd kept contact with his companions via the phone snails, how long since they'd actually met face to face?

That furious shout, imbued with the true essence of the Martial King, enveloped the entire grand plaza, drowning out all the clamorous voices.