Chapter Sixty-Six: Panoramic Actions

Yin Nian clicked on the seventh video.

The seventh video was recorded at ten o’clock in the morning on August 23.

The setting was inside a room at the psychology clinic.

“Dr. Yuan, look, this is what Yin Nian drew last night on the balcony,” Liang Zhicheng’s voice came from off-screen. He then extended a hand, passing a blue notebook to Yuan Yi, who sat in the armchair.

Yuan Yi took it and began to leaf through the pages.

After finishing, Yuan Yi said, “These drawings are less an outlet for Yin Nian’s emotions and more a vision of her imagined future. She wishes reality could be as it is in her paintings. That way, she could explain everything rationally, without having to run into anyone or succumb to selective amnesia, and find peace again. Otherwise, she will remain obsessed, until…”

“This opportunity is only thanks to Senior Long’s favor,” the man spoke with modest words, but a faint sense of pride lingered on his face.

Nor did he, despite my notorious reputation and the evidence of my strength, distance himself as far as others did—those few who truly understood my power kept their distance.

“Just started work and I’ve already been summoned to the administrative center by a phone call. Seems even Mayor Qin has been alarmed by this,” Hao Fei said helplessly.

A city management official, lost and disoriented, was unleashing an aura of supremacy and arrogance on the eighth floor, sweeping through it. The terrorists weren’t mindless; realizing they couldn’t defeat He Tao, they created a maze using a screen of light.

Completely immersed in her own thoughts, Chen Ming Tong suddenly heard a familiar shout—sharp and beautiful, as if it would cleave the wind.

She split her mental energy into two streams: one for self-preservation, the other to survey the surrounding situation.

If she weren’t an imperial physician, Yuan Yingquan would never give her a second glance, nor would the Wei family fear her. With this identity, most people treated her with respect and caution wherever she went.

Thus, even if the Iron-faced Man had the strength of a demon, he would never escape the grasp of the middle-aged man in the embroidered robe. It was certain that the moment he stepped out of Natural Residence, he would be watched.

Kira Yamato, upon hearing this, glanced at Sei Agui beside him, whose cheeks seemed flushed; his previously heated mood cooled, and he sighed silently for his friend.

Cornelia, too, was shocked, her beautiful face drained of color, but within that astonishment was a trace of heartbreaking pain.

The medicine had been caught, there was no escaping now, yet the girl twisted and turned, adamantly refusing to drink it.

For example, at gatherings like today’s—if she wasn’t invited, she wouldn’t attend even if she knew about it. But if someone did invite her, she would come, provided she had nothing else to do. She would attend, but rarely speak.

With a thunderous crash, Chu Zheng was flung back more than ten yards; scraps of torn fabric fluttered through the air. Ten yards away, Chu Zheng kicked the air, creating visible ripples; he stood firmly a yard and a half above the ground. His long robe hung in tatters, revealing pale blue autumn garments beneath. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth; his face was deathly pale, and his right fist was mangled and bloody.

There was no struggle, no screams. He arrived quietly, and left just as quietly.

News of abundant supplies spread quickly through Tianjing, and more than two million troops swept back, followed by over a million resting and exchanging for the resources they needed.

Zheng Yi Zhenjun was momentarily speechless. Then, he pushed the scandal about new recruits to the back of his mind, his thoughts consumed entirely by another problem.

“Be gentle, Your Majesty,” many began to sweat. This was a treasure; if it broke, it would be troublesome.

The hall was filled with moving skeletons, their upper limbs so long they trailed the ground, lower limbs short and thick, their bones massive—not like humans, but walking upright as humans do.

“The senior has arrived!” Fan Shizhen’s heart spasmed; even his voice trembled, but he hurried forward. Yet after only two steps, his smile froze, and he couldn’t take another. The brilliant or sycophantic smiles that had just appeared on the faces of the others likewise hardened.

It may be true, but is there a weed growing in your mind? Would it kill you to mention the divine flowers blooming in the mental realm?