Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Oriole

"I understand, I understand, Father, just watch me!"

Zhaozhao decided to act first and report later. Leaving her silly father with those words, she scampered off on her short legs. Li Zelin, unable to stop her in time, watched helplessly as his daughter dashed away. He then stared in astonishment as she bypassed her mother entirely, heading instead toward the area where his third brother’s family was staying. Grabbing the third and fourth sons by the hand, she began dragging them back.

Li Zelin was speechless—his daughter was really something! But he couldn't blame the child.

"Right!" Ling Da immediately went to find Lin Feng. As for why Ling Da targeted Lin Feng, it was naturally because Lin Feng was the last to join the caravan, and since Ling Da didn't know him, he knew he wasn't one of their own.

"Over five thousand ghosts? That's not many?" I was stunned. If all of those were to appear inside the city, how many people would have their souls devoured by these spectral beings?

With the Sino-British talks imminent, the mainland government had to consider the sentiments of the Hong Kong people. However, it was also difficult for them to abandon the international environment that had just begun to improve—the policies of the United States, Japan, and Europe toward the mainland were gradually relaxing.

At the High Priest's words, Lin Feng suddenly remembered that they were still inside the Tomb of the Immortals and Gods. The tomb was on the verge of collapse, and once that happened, they would be in grave danger. He didn't know what their fate would be; while they might not necessarily die, they would likely be scattered to unknown locations.

Among the copper-red glazed porcelains fired during the Kangxi reign, those with a pinkish hue tinged with gray are called "Cowpea Red Glaze," those that are gray and dull are "Elm Bark Glaze," those with green spots in the pink are "Moss Green Glaze," and those with red patches are known as "Child's Face Glaze."

Inside the private room, Su An and 2Da had already taken their seats and seemed to be conversing. Upon seeing the others enter, they immediately stopped.

"To think I've suffered a backlash!" Gao Mingyi's face carried a trace of bitterness. He never expected that his "Breath Condensation" lineage would encounter a bottleneck.

Since leaving the game, so many changes had occurred in Zhao Mu. He was no longer the simpleton he once was, and he was eager to see what would be different now if he were to enter the game again.

"So, when do we set off?" Lang Hongchen’s eyes were filled with excitement, much like a hot-blooded youth setting out into the world for the first time.

Mu Ling had grown up in the Water City and was very familiar with the area; she took Murong Ruo and Dugu Xin to visit many places.

As for Guderian, he hadn't been able to be with Yelena, nor had he ever crossed the line. To outsiders, this was certainly heartbreaking, but for him, wasn't guarding his beloved for a lifetime a form of happiness in itself?

For the next two weeks, Li Qingyue chose to hide, yet she couldn't help but want to know news about Zhang Yukai. When she learned that Zhang Yukai was inseparable from that wealthy heiress and that news of their upcoming engagement was spreading, her mind went blank, and she fainted on the spot.

Gu Qingnian glanced at Xu Zhu suspiciously. She was a bit doubtful—could he really remember things so clearly even while drunk, even remembering the bridal chamber?

Gu Qingnian looked at Gao Ren with eyes full of warmth and laughter—a stark contrast to how she looked at Fu Huaicheng.

"Does it really take a spatial storage device for such a small matter?" Awan snapped his fingers. A ghost was gradually manifesting behind him. The ghost held a bottle of red wine and was currently topping off Awan’s glass.

After the three of them spoke for a while, Yu Danqing learned that Shen Huan had gone to play at Fang Jing’s house and wouldn't return until evening, leaving her feeling slightly disappointed.

Wenren Junfu and Li Ji had been at this underground site for ten days. Every day, they hid in the shadows, watching the bustling activity in front of the mechanical door, where guards in special forces uniforms armed with firearms stood watch. They simply could not find a way to enter.

Most of the items on the ship had been moved. The Young Master still refused to step outside. Looking at the ground not far away, where there were bustling food stalls, I felt a restless itch. I grabbed my blade and knocked on the Young Master's door.