Volume One, Chapter 112: It Has Appeared!

Golden morning sunlight slipped through the gaps in the palm leaves and fell into the shack, while the cries of seagulls and the sound of the waves gradually grew clear in their ears.

Jiang Yingli opened her eyes, collected herself, and sat up.

A fire was already burning outside the shack, and Professor Zhou and the others came back carrying several coconut shells filled with water, their faces not looking very good.

Ling Tong once again opened the door and left. Yin Bing looked at Xingying, pulled her into his arms, and held her tightly, wishing he could embrace her like this forever and never be parted from her.

Fearing that it would be improper for Liu Chen and Wu Sheng to come to the door without warning, they specially asked the old gentleman to lead them inside.

Yan Tingyue hurriedly straightened up to listen carefully, but the two of them had already gone farther and farther away, and she could no longer hear what the Third Prince was saying.

Elder Xuantong deliberately broke off halfway through his explanation. He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then continued, “I think that ever since Koen left Tong City and founded the Eastern Nether Church, he has made many arrangements against our Tong City, while we have remained completely unaware.”

Thinking that saying that might get him swarmed and beaten to death by the elders and villagers, he nodded.

She did not go out for the next two days, sleeping soundly at the hotel for two full days before recovering her former energy and spirit.

“Dong Tianhua, turn off the switch!!!” Qi Dongsi shouted at Dong Tianhua, his voice no longer as forceful as before, but instead carrying a trace of pleading.

In her previous life, she had only known it as a peerless treasure of the Medicine Sect. Could it also contain fire spiritual power?

Back when luck had been on his side, Brother Wei could not even get near him, much less let Yang Yu see him. But after Huang Quanfa got entangled with him and his luck turned sour, Yang Yu gradually realized that he seemed to be seeing a ghost.

More than that, in his heart, Hui'er and the others in their previous lives had long since gone beyond the boundaries of his own existence. They were like the light in his heart; if that light did not shine upon the fields of his soul, he felt he would sink forever into darkness and suffer the torment of ruin.

“Half an incense stick. Half an incense stick. I don’t know whether I can find the Snow-Night Censor within half an incense stick’s time,” I muttered to myself.

“No, no, this Yu Fan doesn’t even compare to one of your fingers, Master,” Meng Xin said in alarm, hastily correcting herself.

Then a wave of searing pain crashed through my head. Fragments of memory drifted down through my mind like falling leaves, gathering into one scene after another, and as they linked together, I searched for that lost stretch of my past.

By contrast, the old couple looked at the “real gold and silver” on the table and instantly felt the world brighten before their eyes. Their hearts burst with joy, and smiles spread across their faces.

Only then did Yu Fan remember that the fantasy film he had watched yesterday afternoon seemed to have been directed by Hou Lu.

“Heh, that’s exactly why I like you: a little naive, a little reserved,” he said with deep feeling.

At that moment, Kong Yu remembered that Xing Yu had also mentioned in her letter that this necklace possessed a certain ability to restrain ghosts. At the thought of that, Kong Yu could not help feeling immensely grateful to Xing Yu; the necklace Xing Yu had given her had actually allowed her to escape the ghosts’ pursuit.

But Lin Yichen was not a man of the drinking table, nor did he care about such rules and customs. Seeing that Boss Sun was still trying to force He Lian to drink with him, he felt deeply displeased.

I only heard part of it, something about promising to treat the two of us well from now on, and that after things in Beijing were settled in a while, he would come back with the child.

Some say natural disasters are simply God gathering a batch of people together to die; then man-made disasters are the indifference toward life shown by certain conspirators and power-hungry schemers.

No one could hold back anymore. It was truly hard to imagine that Li Nanqiang, a powerful expert of the Form-Transformation Realm known as the Yama Instructor, would also have such an adorably cute nickname, and they could not help bursting into laughter.