Chapter Fifty-Eight: When Falsehood Becomes Truth, Truth Becomes False

“Of course, you’ve worked for our Wu family for so many years; even if you haven’t achieved great merits, you’ve certainly endured hardship. Naturally, I won’t treat you unfairly! That two-hundred-square-meter apartment—I’ll go pick it out for you tomorrow, and I guarantee you’ll be able to move in within three months.” Wu Qihao spoke with a smile.

Yet, inwardly, he mocked his steward: I’m only afraid that while you have the luck to earn this house, you won’t have the life to enjoy it.

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Twenty years ago, it was common for a singer’s album to sell millions of copies, but now, in the digital music era, such success has nearly vanished. And yet, every one of Han Shi’s albums easily achieved that feat.

Li Shizhen was extremely confident in his medical skills, but this time, he couldn’t discern a thing. He pondered for a moment, then took Zhong Nan’s pulse once more. This time, it took even longer, but he still found nothing. Now, Li Shizhen could no longer remain calm.

“Talismans!” Yu Rouzi called out sweetly. With a flip of her hands, two golden talisman papers shot out, striking the two spirit ghosts.

After receiving the baptism of information from the stone pillar, Drucker immediately gathered the tribe’s stonemasons to start drafting plans and preparing for iron smelting.

She wasn’t done yet; she took out various powders and scattered them along the edge of the graveyard. No one quite knew what those powders were, but once sprinkled, a gentle golden light appeared, looking almost beautiful.

He didn’t want Shi Yi to learn the truth behind Xue’er’s death, nor did he wish for Fei Heng to suffer loss because of him.

Around the corner, Ke Yuan leaned against the wall, watching Su Fu’s series of actions. He shook his head with a smile, preparing to return to his room, but then saw Lin Yang slowly approaching, holding a box of allergy medicine.

Seeing the four hundred pig-headed warriors step out from the void tunnel, Itro and the other warriors with him looked somewhat dazed.

Huang Xiaotian watched Li Moran leave with satisfaction. Perhaps this was even more painful for him than admitting he bore the surname Huang—his face had been slapped in front of everyone.

Though he found it ridiculous—awkward and clumsy as a drake seeking a mate—Qin Yuan still watched with attentive seriousness.

“Miss, we were just like your boyfriend before—vomiting everywhere. He’s right; after a while, you get used to it,” Zhang Keda said with a laugh, remembering how he himself used to throw up non-stop, just like Chen Sheng today.

Yan Bing remained unruffled and called out, “Ice Crystal Pendant!” Immediately, three icicles appeared above her head, pointing straight at Jiao Wei.

The wraith suddenly appeared behind the monster, severing its eagle wings with two swift strikes before delivering a heavy kick to its back. The creature was sent hurtling toward the earth like a shooting star! The crimson pillar of light enveloped its form, flames roaring skyward, incinerating it into vapor—only for it to be reborn in the distance.

Chi Lie and Wu Ze hesitated, as if tempted to snatch a few items from the nearby shops, but for some unknown reason, they refrained.

“Tastes great,” Dr. Martin praised. Oil from the kebab clung to her lips, which she licked with her tongue before continuing to savor the delicacy in her hand.

“How is it? Don’t you feel the blood boiling within you?” Locke asked, looking at the trio’s varied expressions after his introduction.

After everyone else had returned to Villa Number 8, Wu Fan joined them in entering the Pangu’s Tear to inspect the Sunblade they’d acquired.

His spiritual sense spread out, covering an area of several kilometers. In the darkness, Huang Xiaotian moved like a lithe leopard.

Mo Ran helped Bai Yanqing to his feet with one hand, while with practiced ease, she dressed him in a shirt.

Watching Cai Xing’s gloating expression, Bai Yanqing, fearing she’d provoke Ji Nanyan, hurriedly pulled her away.

To soothe Ji Nanjing, Cai Xing brewed tea for them while recounting, in detail and without omission, every event of the past few days, including the masked figure who had delivered medicine to Bai Yanqing.