Chapter 32: Untitled

Cheng Jie pedaled his somewhat worn bicycle quickly toward home. He had visited a student's family today, making him late. On his way back, he happened to come across someone secretly selling maltose candies. He bought half a pound for his child, and the thought of that bright, beaming smile brought a grin to his own face as well.

He pressed down harder on the pedals, making the bicycle creak beneath him. Just as he entered the village but before reaching home, someone called out to him.

"Mr. Cheng, don't go home yet—hurry to the commune clinic. Your little one choked on a peach pit, but Tingzhou's wife managed to get it out. Your wife is there now..."

Although there was no direct evidence, the disappearance of so many people was clearly tied to the railway.

Beichuan’s eyes brimmed with tears as he knelt before Huo’er, shaking his head incessantly, unwilling to accept such a cruel truth.

Tang Chen’s brow furrowed slightly. He didn’t understand the meaning of those two words, but one thing was certain: this token was connected to the formation.

The King of the Night noticed their confusion but didn’t explain immediately. Instead, he instructed everyone to explain it amongst themselves.

Most of the waiters on this floor held keys to the suites here. Of course, some rooms had no keys—like Park Yijin’s room.

At this age, her potential was boundless. Whether she could become a world-famous superstar depended on fate in the end.

In a surge of anger, the Breaking Formation awed many. Several people hesitantly stepped forward, placing spirit crystals on the stone table—though most martial artists only offered a few hundred mid-grade crystals.

"Brother Longyuan! I can hardly believe the rumor. To instantly kill the Four Asuras, one would need at least the initial strength of an ordinary Human Emperor!" The blue-robed youth Zhong Nanhai looked at Longyuan in surprise and doubt.

However, among the Li people, it was always believed that the true path lay in Gu magic. Martial prowess was nothing but a joke to them—after all, weren’t the martial masters always subdued by their arts? Hence, they scorned martial arts and never bothered to learn.

Seeing the Zen Master of the Illusory Sea sitting silently, his face completely without emotion, Ye Haoxuan felt that this old monk was the hardest to read.

Lingxi lay back on the heated brick bed, intending to nap, but found herself tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

Moreover, the time when Abe Shao disguised as Joseph disappeared coincided perfectly with Abe Duo’s journey to the Snowy Mountains. Could it be that Abe Duo went to the Dragonspine Mountains to resolve matters concerning Abe Shao?

Murong Chenxi smiled gently. "Dear brother, you mustn’t upset your wife again. She’s given you so many children—how could you bear to anger her?"

He was only one signature work away from becoming a sensation. Unfortunately, until the very day before he crossed over, he never had such a piece.

"Independent musician Qingfeng": No, Wang, you can’t seriously believe you’ll make it to the top of the music charts, can you?

Chu Annan gazed at Lian Fengjue, his eyes filled with unspoken tenderness. Yet, no matter how many words he wished to say, now was not the moment.

"I’ll pay 0.85 yuan per pound for pork." Pork was a rare commodity—the black market boss decided without hesitation.

Young singers lacked drive, while the older generation had grown complacent. How could the music scene of Huaguo ever thrive?

Tears streamed down Sun Fu’s cheeks, uncontrollable and bitter. Hope had turned to despair—returning home to find his family in chaos. What was meant to be a happy homecoming turned tragic, his father bedridden, his mother’s mind slightly unstable.

The perilous cliffs of Cuiying Mountain were absolutely impassable—towering and thickly forested. If Lian Fengjue led people to hide there, there would be nothing they could do.

Those abyssal creatures dared to curse him in secret, but he wouldn’t dare curse Wang Changqing, not even under his breath.

In the car, Yuan Lan’s eyes were lowered, but she glanced at Yuan Xiao’s profile from the corner of her eye. Seeing the other’s expressionless face, as if she were nothing in his eyes, her fingers tightened involuntarily on the hem of her dress. She couldn’t hold back and once again opened her mouth to provoke him.