Chapter 47: Escape

"No—!" Fang Ping shouted.

At once, everyone's gaze turned toward him.

Looking as if he had seen something terrifying, Fang Ping stammered, "Don't go forward! That day, my master was possessed by something right in front of this city gate."

Fang Zhiyi turned to look, but the city gate appeared completely normal.

She drew the Azure Underworld Sword once more from her Qiankun pouch, and slowly said, "Pierce through the gate."

Seeing that her strike had missed, Zhong Rushui prepared to stab down again. Just at that moment, footsteps echoed from outside the door.

With such a bizarre corpse-refining creation—possessing the fearless brutality of a refined corpse yet retaining no living breath—its frenzied attacks could undoubtedly match a cultivator in the mid-Spirit Realm without falling into a disadvantage.

Upon hearing this, Ran Fei was initially skeptical. It was not until the eunuchs actually brought the items forward that he finally believed the Prince of Qi and let out a sigh of relief.

For a moment, Ye Zhu felt somewhat sullen and had no choice but to stop, needing to ponder further to see if he could figure out another path.

Shen Jiannan was hesitating, undecided whether to stay or leave, when two figures suddenly appeared atop the dilapidated building opposite. They were none other than the Heaven and Earth Heroes he had fought with that day, their faces hideous with malicious grins as they stared straight at him.

Upon his head, it was as if he wore a hat woven from branches and leaves. A dewdrop slid across his forehead, trickling down Luo Tian's tear-stained cheek and slipping into his mouth. It was cool and sweet, filling his throat, lungs, and belly with refreshing vitality.

"Chirp-roar—!" A tremendous beastly cry that shook the heavens resounded from afar, spreading outward like immense ripples of visible sound waves, unleashing an indescribable wave of sonic energy that rapidly swept across the surroundings.

Only in this way could Mei Wanli get a proper rest, restore his physical strength, and thereby better assist Yan'er with her incantation.

Upon hearing this, Shen Shuiji's expression changed slightly; after all, the person who had sent men to kidnap Wan'er that day was none other than himself.

After a thorough inspection, Ye Zhu actually discovered a few things. Aside from the withered and half-yellowed broken character, he spotted a faint character meaning "delusion" amidst the charred half, along with half an eye that had nearly vanished, discernible only through half-guessing.

Bailu originally intended to pack her bundle, but looking left and right, she realized she owned nothing at all. Even the dress she wore was originally bought for her by Xi Sanniang.

She always felt as though she had seen him somewhere before, and that something had indeed transpired between them. Yet try as she might, she could not recall it, and the very thought of these matters caused her head to split with agonizing pain. Therefore, she was determined to uncover the truth today.

The prince also felt that the princess seemed indifferent toward him, looking at him as if he were an enemy, unwilling to exchange more than a few words with him, and displaying a less-than-friendly attitude that made him mutter with inner misgiving.

The world had been transformed into a sea of fire, a colossal furnace. Countless living beings were imprisoned and penned up like lambs to the slaughter. Every so often, imperial soldiers would throw the despairing and weeping people one by one into the crucible, turning their flesh and souls into fuel for the sea of fire to sustain its burning.

Yun Shang had never anticipated such a consequence. At most, she thought Lian Die would merely be saddened, but she never expected that a full day and night would pass without a single sign of him waking up.

Li Xiangnan no longer had the time to be astonished, for there had been simply too many shocking events today. What he wanted to know most right now was whether his son had committed murder or not.

If one were to install pinhole cameras, these two spots would be the absolute best locations. Why was there none in either place?

It was Yang Yuru again! In Li Xiangnan's memory, whenever he was with Dong Xiaolan, three sentences into any conversation Yang Yuru's name would inevitably come up. In truth, he did not resent bringing up Yang Yuru; in fact, he often actively guided Dong Xiaolan to talk about her so that he could catch a glimpse or two of information regarding her.