Chapter 34: The Law of "True Fragrance"—No One Can Escape It

The second game is titled "Little Animal Trainer."
Each team must interact and get up close with the small animals they are assigned.
These animals have been pre-trained; they are gentle in nature and quite intelligent.
The adult and child guests simply need to work together to familiarize themselves with the animals and then train them to complete a few simple tasks.
The team that completes all the tasks in the shortest amount of time will earn the most opportunities to answer the final questions.

As he walked into the courtyard, he was almost intoxicated by the overwhelming fragrance of flowers. Blooms were everywhere, and the wisteria in the center was particularly resplendent. Many flowers that were out of season also swayed within the garden.

Other than a slight twitch at the corner of her eye whenever she drifted within a meter of the abyss of death while cornering, she showed no other reaction.

Looking at Yue Hanxiang before him, the sheer force of her presence when she spoke was truly staggering, leaving no room for doubt or contradiction.

Ruan Dongsheng kept massaging his ears, his head buzzing as if a drill were boring into his brain.

Yu Jin said nothing, merely gazing at her. That joy—she had once felt it too. She had been just the same, talking of the young man in her heart, her brows and eyes filled with nothing but him.

Even after sitting for a long time, the place reeked of urine. Mu Ling sniffed it timidly and recoiled; the stench was truly overpowering.

Mu Ling paused. "As the saying goes, filial piety is the foundation of all virtues. He was begging bitterly, claiming he needed to buy medicine for his elderly mother, and then that big man beside him started berating him." As she said this, Mu Ling pointed a slender finger at the gambler.

Five points for a multiple-choice question and twenty for a long-form answer? What kind of structure is that? Two hundred and fifty points in total? The tests used to be out of a hundred; why on earth would they settle on two hundred and fifty?

"Alright, Brother Shang, but don't call me senior. Just call me Jiang Hao, or Little Brother Jiang if you prefer," Jiang Hao said, scratching his head.

"The work is simple, but there are too few veteran employees. We lack cohesion, unity, and fighting spirit—we’re just a scattered pile of sand," Ruan Dongsheng said.

"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind." His deep eyes darkened. Had he successfully escaped the Snake Head Gang, or should he say, successfully jumped into this massive cauldron of trouble? Ying Wuhuan had clearly underestimated Cang Shu's current abilities.

Yet for some reason, Di Jiu felt a fluctuation in the phantom energy within her body as she passed through that gate, as if... as if she had encountered something that was one with her own power.

Ying Wuhuan could not afford to dwell on it and had no choice but to head back the way he came, but by then, the entire underground city was on high alert.

"How dare you disregard the rules! Since when is such rowdy behavior permitted in Dream Ridge!" The speaker's tone was icy and filled with immense fury.

Starving and wolfish, Fan Ren relied on his agile movements as a ghost messenger to slip out of the hospital, wandering until he reached a bustling night market not far behind the facility.

Setting off from the capital, he would first travel by boat to Caizhou, then from Caizhou to Tangzhou, which happened to pass by his hometown. He intended to pick up his family there and bring them with him to his new post in Tangzhou, sparing them the ordeal of traveling from the capital. Fortunately, his official appointment hadn't been finalized when he returned to the capital, so Han Yue Niang had not yet arrived.

The surroundings were unnervingly quiet. She tentatively tested the look in Ying Wuhuan’s eyes; it seemed as if none of these people recognized her anymore.

After all, people like them were stained with too much blood, and the techniques and secret arts they cultivated were primarily for killing. Even if they could suppress their murderous aura, that bone-deep, chilling intent would likely be impossible to hide from soldiers who possessed such special abilities.

Gu Xiaoran smiled slightly, tilted up Su Xiaoqing's chin, and captured her tender lips. He only let her go after the guests erupted into a round of cheers.

They continued to venture deeper. As they walked, Mosaic suddenly stopped, a suspicious look on his face. He squatted down, his bottom sticking high in the air, and began to dig vigorously into the soil.