Chapter Sixty: Schemes

The other teachers, for reasons unknown, wore strange expressions and turned their heads away, as if suppressing some emotion. Meanwhile, a visible halo slowly coursed through Old Ancestor Shutian’s limbs and bones, gradually gathering in his dantian with each breath.

It seemed that all the teachers in this office knew her true identity and dared not do anything to her, keeping silent instead. Once their supplementary lessons were completed, the most outstanding among them would be permitted to wear the “virtual helmet” developed by Starsea Technology, allowing their consciousness to travel to another universe and enter the Supreme Laboratory, serving the planet Haierfa and the pursuit of truth.

Everyone knew that Fu Jinchuan was renowned for his business acumen, never having lost money on any investment. With this super carrier backing her, Zhuang Yunshu’s troubles could certainly be resolved with ease.

From outside the courtyard gate, the patriarch’s residence appeared modest, seemingly not even as large as Ye Rong’s home.

The martial arts passed down and improved over generations proved to be truly formidable, and with no one disturbing him, he could devote himself wholly to cultivation, achieving remarkable efficiency.

“Ask Lianqiao what happened?” Tang Yue’s eyes were ringed with dark blue, stark against her alabaster skin. She yawned, clearly exhausted. If nothing was wrong, she’d go back to sleep and prepare the family’s Dragon Boat Festival gifts in the afternoon.

“Useless!” Zhu Tianyi stood up and kicked the secret guard in the chest. The guard staggered back several steps, then hurriedly knelt again.

This meant that all the funds on the platform from those betting on gains had been drained, and all the speculators on the bullish side had suffered total losses.

Waxplum felt that Chuntao’s way of teaching children was wrong, but seeing all the children's eyes sparkling with stars, she couldn't tell if it was right or wrong after all.

After leaving the classroom, Du Yulin was in good spirits. She herself had graduated from Fudan University with a master’s degree. If her family hadn’t needed her help, and if the salary here weren’t so high, she would never have confined herself to such a third-tier city.

Just as Mo Yufan was feeling disgusted and resentful, the man rushed back once again, this time clutching a woven sack.

“Wanwan, Tingchen says he’s been busy with the upcoming annual meeting, so he won’t be coming today.” After hanging up, Old Lady Mu said to Lin Wan.

The words were gentle and the tone intoxicating, yet hearing them filled her with dread, so chilling and frightening.

She was indeed too naive, lacking any cunning or vigilance. Ouyang Luoxi’s brother had hinted at this long ago, but she hadn’t taken it to heart… Now that things had happened, did she regret it? No, she only felt a bleak sorrow, a desperate helplessness.

Jiang Nan returned to her seat and continued working on her unfinished test paper, completely immersed in her own world, indifferent to everything outside.

“Starting this week, you probably won’t be able to go anywhere, including the swimming you’ve been yearning for.” Judging by Jiang Nan’s attitude that afternoon, it seemed Mo Ziqi could not escape this predicament.

On this joint, everyone had no objections, and those who arrived later, Ye Jingqiu and Ye Dashan, also agreed with Qinghuan’s suggestion.

Her heart was deeply attached to Han Siyou, clinging to his tenderness and support. Even if he didn’t love her, she still wanted to keep him by her side. As long as he didn’t say anything, she could pretend not to know. But now, a child had come between them—a living, breathing life. She had once carried such a life in her own womb, only for it to vanish in an instant.

“Murder by proxy?” Donald became excited at the mention, staring at Wade with pleading eyes. Wade felt revolted. If not for the missionary cause, who would serve such a fool? No wonder he had failed to conquer Odin City all these years.

Ye Zhen felt a bit embarrassed, glancing up at his handsome profile and frowning, “Isn’t this too conspicuous? After all, it’s the palace.” She motioned toward their tightly clasped hands.

Shangguan Ce’s heart tightened. He turned to look toward the Xuanfire Altar and found that the place where the clouds gathered was indeed where the altar stood. With a grim expression, he instructed Li Xun to keep watch over the situation, then flew straight toward the Xuanfire Altar.

“The truck was parked opposite the victim’s house, and across from the truck was a restaurant. The restaurant was bustling, so if the victim was murdered that night, they must have seen someone suspicious. Questioning the restaurant is crucial,” Li San speculated.

Zhang Nianzu emerged from the house, shaking his head sadly at everyone. In the end, he had not been able to persuade Li Changgui.

Li Zixiao hurriedly covered his face. Although Liang Yan’s slap wasn’t fatal, receiving one for no reason was still quite unpleasant.

Well, tonight’s plans were likely ruined again. He couldn’t afford to offend the person before him, and might as well burn incense and worship him.

Yes, the person in this photo was indeed the scapegoat Li Zixiao had found, the servant employed by Chen Zhiwei’s family.

His mind was filled with images of Lin Xiaohuan—her smile, so clear as if it were yesterday, radiant as the sun.

As for why the colors and styles matched, it was probably as Gu Yuan said: she felt they were alike.

Wang Changqing didn’t like forcing others to do things. He preferred mutual willingness. Of course, this applied to his own people; when it came to enemies, he believed that only dead ones were good enemies.

They had been here for three days already, and You Ming even had Muzan specially come to take care of everyone.

The World-Destroying Ants, though their coordination had been severely disrupted by interference agents, still managed to receive intermittent instructions from the mother nest.