Chapter Thirty-Five: Unusual Reactions

Yin Nian surveyed the surroundings through her binoculars. By chance, she caught sight of a familiar figure at the hospital entrance. The figure was mingled among the crowd, and the rain blurred her vision so she couldn’t see clearly, but she had a strong feeling it was Yan Ming.

He had a laptop bag slung over his shoulder and was smoking at the entrance, pacing in place. He seemed lost in thought, or perhaps waiting for someone.

“What is Yan Ming doing here…” Yin Nian murmured to herself.

“Yan Ming? That lawyer?” Han Duoduo asked.

“Yes… He might be here to check the surveillance footage. I’ll give him a call.” Yin Nian dialed Yan Ming’s number.

The call was quickly answered.

“Yan Ming, are you at the entrance of Ba County Hospital?” Yin Nian asked.

“Yes, how did you know?”

Xiang Shaolong couldn’t help but get goosebumps under his gaze. Despite his extraordinary looks, he was, after all, a man.

At this hour, the High School Affiliated to Normal University was quiet, but not completely silent. The seniors only had a seven-day break, and now the new term had already started. Aside from the faint commotion coming from the senior-year building, the entire campus resembled a hibernating beast, about to awaken slowly with the coming spring.

“Wudao, give it a try!” On the other side of the basketball court, Mitsui Shou bounced the ball and called out to Wudao not far away.

After handing over some silver to the maidservant attending him and instructing her to be careful, Qin Yu returned to his room and went to sleep.

As for his own status, it went without saying—in the Wang family, both the second and third generations made way for him, and the old patriarch cherished him as if he were a treasure.

When the rolling shutter rose again, all that was left was the landlord’s single shoe lying on the ground—the man had vanished without a trace.

Qin Huairu glanced over and saw the basin was empty. Her mother-in-law had swallowed part of it, and her own lips were stained with filth. Disgusted, Qin Huairu turned her head away, unwilling to spare Jia Zhang even a glance. Jia Zhang, at this moment, had none of her usual arrogance, lying silently in the filth without moving.

As the two remained at a standoff in the park, sudden applause echoed from the distant shadows.

After a while, Jiang Qingchen replied, feigning annoyance, blaming her for not attending his engagement party.

He immediately stood up from his chair, his face unreadable, and pushed open the door to address his teammates.

“That’s right. All this chatter—aren’t you afraid you’ll wear out your tongue and get sores?” quipped an older soldier, following up with a sharp remark.

“I want to make money!” Fang Li nearly ground his teeth as he finished tallying the accounts. If you aren’t willing to take risks, you’ll never catch the wolf. As long as he contributed enough, control of the base would eventually be his. For future rewards, this investment was worth the pain.

“Captain Qian, there’s no need for false courtesy. I know, once you’re taken in by the Investigation Team, you’ll be lucky to get out with your skin intact. My life is done for at your hands, Qian Wanlin. Aren’t you afraid of retribution?” Fang Luqing said angrily.

When the two parties in the park finally saw each other’s faces clearly in the dim moonlight, both were stunned. Fang Jiren relaxed completely, lowering his hands. The Japanese officer set aside his crooked machine gun. The four hands clasped each other tightly.

Feng Di suddenly scratched the back of his head, clearly embarrassed at having his thoughts exposed.

“I need to go back to school today to withdraw my dorm registration,” Li Si suddenly recalled. Since he’d be living here from now on, it was best to take care of the paperwork and avoid trouble later.

Wang Xi gazed at him intently, her eyes saying plainly: Useless. The monster got away—who will compensate her for her horse?

The Ice Emperor… then came the Dragon King of Death with the body of a man and the head of a dragon. Only when the Dragon King arrived did the Spirit Emperor speak.

He then raised the blue jade flute in his hand to his lips, closed his eyes, and began to play. As a mournful, twisting melody filled the air, his form grew more and more ethereal, until in moments, he vanished.

Yuan Yi softly addressed the surrounding blood-eyed snow ape clansmen, raising a hand to signal for silence.