Chapter 57: The Gates of the Underworld

Little Flower flared its nostrils slightly, let out a soft huff, and then carried that body back into the house in its mouth.
Hu Yue, floating mid-air, heard this and hurriedly gave chase.
The moment the dog put the body down, she immediately lunged straight toward it!
Yet, the instant she made contact, with a sharp "bang," she was bounced right back.
This left Hu Yue utterly bewildered.
How could this be?
Why couldn't she get inside?
This shouldn't be happening.

Just as Matchmaker thought she had escaped disaster, Ming Qi flicked her sleeve, and a powerful suction force pulled her violently backward. Before she could even let out a scream, she was heavily rattled by the intense shockwave.
Drawing sharp daggers from behind their backs, they charged toward the giant serpent once more.
Pouring herself a cup of hot water, she had already made up her mind before dialing Ling Yao's number.

This was originally meant to be a joke by Ye Qian; she just wanted to test what kind of reaction her older brother would give.
Although the Shen family's wealth fell far short of the Chen, Lin, Cao, and Sun families, they possessed deep-rooted connections in official circles. Even Chen Guang would not dare to easily offend them.
As film and television professionals, who would ever wish to create trash? Now that the head of their studio had explicitly stated that they were not required to pounce on currently trending themes, they were completely free to let their creativity soar. This came as a psychological liberation for them.
There was a bathroom attached to their bedroom, but Xiao Qinye chose to go elsewhere—partly for fear of disturbing Meng Yuchu, and partly because he suddenly craved some solitude.

Lu Xin's face instantly flushed red. Seeing a glass marble dropped near his feet, he picked it up and tucked it into his pocket.
Han Xizai nodded silently, gazing out at the city without a word. Although the general felt some doubt, he did not dare to ask any further.
Just as I was about to retort, members of the Bai family at several neighboring tables also chimed in.
Amidst the chaotic melee of various factions, Lin Yan had concealed himself on the sidelines, silently observing the battle, only to be nearly discovered by Wei Long at the very last moment.
If an event occurs once, it is called a "coincidence"; if it occurs twice, it is a "stroke of luck"; but when it happens three or four times, it proves that this tactic's impact on Lin Yan has been reduced to a minimum, or perhaps rendered entirely obsolete.
This was, after all, an arcane manual of alchemy, a priceless treasure far more precious than ordinary spirit artifacts, deserving of the title of a rare commodity.

Upon seeing that plate of black tofu, Shen Lian could not help but swallow hard. Could this actually be eaten? He had caught a whiff of the aroma earlier, and it was far more complex than the stench of an army latrine. Was he certain nothing would go wrong if he ate something like this? Why did he have such a creeping sense of dread?

"The identity of the Exalted Lord is not something the likes of you have any right to question!" Haoyue turned his head toward them and rebuked coldly.
"In truth, if you really wish to rebuild it, I can lend you a hand—consider it out of a sense of pity for her," Li Hua sat there, softly murmuring to himself.
"Whenever I think back to the days when Chiba used to chase after you, I find it so hilarious. Do you think he figured that since he couldn't win your heart, he might as well just marry Aunt Eri? That way, you'd still be family! Haha."
Nalanga rushed behind the old shopkeeper in a panic, knowing his only remaining chance of survival lay in staying close to him.
Fortunately, the bleeding was minimal. After carefully cleaning the impurities in the abdomen with cotton and alcohol, the suturing began, layer by layer. Everyone held their breath, terrified lest anything go wrong.

However, Yang Lan'er rather disliked people lingering near her doorstep, so she had acquired properties all across the Divine Realm solely for the purpose of taking on commissions.
His past fear of Ning Li stemmed from her coercion. He held resentment toward her, yet there remained a deeper sense of familial bond.
Han Feng's physical body ached intensely, but the innate Qi within him grew increasingly robust, continuously nourishing his physique and allowing his injuries to heal at a rapid pace. In less than the time it takes to burn half an incense stick, he was entirely free of injuries, returning to his peak condition.