Chapter 37: Visiting the Sick: There Is More Than One Murderer

Sang Ye had just received a message from Xing Hao.
Xing Hao: "I've arrived."
Sang Ye did not have much work that afternoon, having finished most of it in the morning. Upon receiving the message, she immediately told Yao Yao, "I'm heading out and probably won't be back to the clinic. You can just lock up when you leave."
Yao Yao nodded. "Take care of yourself."
Sang Ye shouldered her usual bag and walked out of the clinic.
Xing Hao's car was parked right at the entrance.
If anyone saw through the anomalies on the island, Xu Mohua would resort to means to drive them into the places where those ghosts resided.
Ever since that "Life Extinguisher" move, which had exhausted all his strength, failed, the initiative in the entire battle had shifted completely into Wu Murong's hands.
Chen Ergou was naturally a gambler, but he had held back. Coming from a background as a street thug, he believed that cutting off a person's livelihood was akin to killing their parents. Since the "mouse" was riding a streak of luck and winning money, he felt it was not his place to interfere.
The Silver City was guarded by experts from the Burning Wheel Heavenly Palace, and there was more than one of them, which showed just how astonishing the power of the Silver City truly was.

A single strike to kill. I thought that if I recalled everything that happened at the old house, I would feel revulsion and panic, but I found that I did not.
This was a result Wu Song could have anticipated; as someone who compared herself to Princess Yong'an, she surely possessed the heart of a hero.
"Young Master Bai, where are you going?" As Bai Shu got up and headed upstairs, Hu Feifei hurried to follow.
He was currently cultivating the Nine-Fold Rift, and the Inverted-Pattern Beast served as an excellent training subject. He could feel the severe decline in the beast's combat strength; he knew he likely wouldn't die at its hands in a fight like this, at most suffering temporary paralysis, which would give his soldiers the chance to finish it off.
The Heart of Holy Light, the Mark of Holy Light—the pure white holy patterns were so beautiful they were intoxicating, creating a strange dissonance with the somewhat evil nature of the Holy Light Tribe.
"What kind of 'Master of Control' is this? He is clearly a temperamental fellow." Zhu Sha obviously did not like this so-called Master of Control.
It was fortunate that this was a void, otherwise, cities, mountains, and trees alike would have been reduced to nothingness by that one sound.
Suddenly, the entire earth seemed to rupture, and thousands of streams of fiery red magma erupted from the cracks.
Xiao Yong had seen the technique the masked man used that day, so how could he let He Wandao succeed? With a jolt of his hand, the colorful silk ribbon broke free from the short blade and transformed into a binding rope, wrapping around He Wandao.
In half a month, the migration team successfully exited the Ice and Snow Mountains, but the cost was the lives of over five thousand people buried in the wind and snow. Although Katino had been holding the Pseudo-Origin bestowed upon him by Ye Huan, he could not save those lives, and for that, he felt nothing but self-reproach.

It turned out this Princess of the Yu family was not to be trifled with. In an instant, she had considered a dozen tasks four or five times in her mind, eventually concluding that the most difficult task seemed the most likely to be completed, which was why she chose the first one.
Knowing he was in the wrong, he could only sulk in silence, dragging Xie Feitian along to take her home.
However, in the pursuit of immortality, one bets on destiny; with such a good opportunity, there was no reason to let it slip by.
His previous battle with Uchiha Madara and Kaguya Otsutsuki had not only left his body covered in wounds but also filthy in many places, with even his handsome face smeared with streaks of black and grey.
Ye Xingchen frowned, attempting to use the fluctuations of his internal essence to break the binding spell, only to find himself powerless.
Thinking of the twenty years of planning the old woman had put into this, and looking at the Zhihua Sect coming into view, Xiao Yong felt no nervousness or worry; all he possessed was a chilling coldness.
Shen Lanci was initially lost in the allure of beauty, not realizing anything was amiss until Xiao Ziyu went a step further, and she only regained her senses due to the ache in her lower back.
Normally, Ke Dong would have needed to invite the guest in, prepare black tea and refreshments, and incidentally ask if there was anything they were dissatisfied with—that was the proper way to treat a guest.