Volume 1, Chapter 27: Miss Meng the Second is the Culprit

The young ladies, who had been chattering away just a moment ago, fell silent at once.

So, Miss Meng the Second had told Meng Xueyi that she was going off to find someone? Was that why Yinshuang kept calling out Miss Meng the Second’s name the moment that eunuch mentioned seeing Young Master Wang walking this way with a young girl?

If so, why did they not mention this when they were being interrogated at the Supreme Court? Everyone had assumed the mistress and her maid had simply followed the eunuch’s account, rather than having known about it all along.

The young ladies’ expressions shifted.

Could it be that Meng Xueyi knew something and had intentionally tried to cover for Miss Meng the Second?

Meng Tingfeng went to find an old acquaintance, Meng Xueyi went to find someone, a death occurred, and yet Meng Tingfeng was nowhere to be found...

Could it be that the two people who died here...

Everyone’s life follows a largely identical course, devoid of any unique characteristics or highlights. In the end—or more precisely, after many years have passed—who will remember whom? Everyone is merely a passerby; arriving in this world is effectively the same as never having come at all.

This pill is an ancient marvel, refined from dragon essence and phoenix blood along with hundreds of ten-thousand-year-old medicinal herbs, crafted through the technique of imbuing an ancient pill with spirit. The celestial pill possesses a soul; the moment it was brought into existence, a heavenly tribulation descended upon it. It is truly a sacred treasure of the mortal realm.

If one occupies a place, one must govern it well, ensuring the common people there can lead a good life.

"Whether it concerns us or not is unimportant. What matters is that we prepare early. No one can say for sure what will happen in the future, so it is best to take precautions and do our best. I only know that the slow bird should start its flight early," Liang Ping replied earnestly.

Minister He was speaking the plain truth; the foundation of the Huaxia Navy’s strength is thin, and it has only been in the last few decades that they have managed to catch up by diligently learning technology.

"Could it be in this dry well?" Where the old man had vanished, there stood a dry well. It looked quite ancient, and the corpse-miasma was wafting up from its mouth. Chen Yi guessed that if one were to enter from here, one should be able to reach the location of the Yin Cellar.

Fifty thousand troops, with over a hundred officers of the rank of battalion commander and above, all buried in Henan—there was no room left to dig graves. This was the worst-case scenario Yan Bei had prepared for regarding this battle. Without overall command, with units unable to communicate, and even unable to receive supplies of food or weaponry, this was the dire predicament the army Yan Bei dispatched to Henan would have to face.

He spent seven days and seven nights finally refining the entirety of the Copper-Bodied Arhat’s Zen intent. Utilizing that vast spiritual enlightenment, he successfully condensed his soul’s origin into a Golden Soul Pill.

Then, Galio’s ultimate ability, Hero’s Entrance, completely enveloped the entire area around Nocturne.

In order to defend against the government forces, Qi Yuanyi had arranged for tunnels to be dug in all directions beneath Ningyang City as soon as he captured it.

Defending someone once is understandable, but running out to defend them a second time—that is a problem.

Ling Wuyuan chose to treat it as a passive ability of his own, calling it: [Godspeed Optimization].

Yue Dong was also somewhat bewildered. The illusion was just like the real space; he scanned it with his Dharma Eye but could not see anything amiss.

The burly man turned pale, fleeing in such a flustered state that he nearly dropped his axe. It seemed he only regretted that his parents hadn't given him an extra pair of legs.

"Stay safe." Lin Zhenguo had wanted to refuse, but by the time he regained his senses, Yue Dong had already walked out. He could only call out from behind, urging him to take care of himself.

Having already carefully studied the treasure map while he was still among the many corpses.

In this world, while positions like sect leader, gate master, or patriarch can be passed down to one’s descendants, the fundamental condition is that the descendants must be strong enough.

The sound of gunfire attracted the police. Plainclothes officers found a handgun on the doctor, leading to police guarding the ward. The Dajin Security Company sent lawyers to the scene to liaise with the police.

Intending to only take two bites, the taste was so good that he decided he could finish a third, then half, and eventually, he thought, "Just eat it; I'll eat less tonight." The main reason was that the noodle soup was simply too delicious.

Clenching her hands tightly, Tsunade’s eyes turned a deep crimson, her voice of rage echoing through the ruins.

However, the paralyzed man’s claws were extremely sharp. His palm had been injured, but the paralyzed man fared even worse; not only was one of his claws snapped off, but his entire palm had been scorched charred black by Yang Zhi’s Sanyang Qi.

As for those who hadn't even passed the first selection, they were left with nothing but envy and jealousy; there was nothing left for them to do but seethe.

Old Master Yun knew that since he was the one who had caused this, he should be the one to bear the consequences.

He could only hear the general direction of the sounds, but he could not see where they were exactly.

The kitchen had vanished, replaced by a room resembling an ancestral hall, where two spirit tablets were placed side by side on an altar table.

Hearing his master’s words, he had no choice but to stop and quietly await the visitor’s arrival.

The driver was chatting with the driver of the next No. 2 bus. Upon hearing the story, his legs went weak.

After Wu Jingda gave a loud shout, he suddenly drew a kitchen knife and struck down, carving a deep gash into its eyelid once more.

Gu Fanghua had always been particularly attentive to Yan Rongling, a fact that both Xiao Yao and Ye Shisan found puzzling.

Longing is sometimes truly like breathing! Qilong Hai was wrapped in the fiery, intense love of Fangting, so tightly that he could hardly gasp for air.

"Always enjoying the leisure yourself, while leaving the bitter tasks to me..." Although Yun Hong agreed, he hung his head and grumbled with dissatisfaction.

She had always had a habit of keeping a diary. On that night of utter despair, having nowhere to vent, she could only release her emotions fiercely within its pages.

"So you were testing her? You idiot! That’s too dangerous!" Lei Ao shouted with a stern expression, then nudged Ye Feng with his elbow and said lecherously, "But next time there’s an opportunity like this, let me do it!" Ye Feng snorted coldly and punched Lei Ao in the face.

With a *crack*, the glass shattered, and the human face disappeared. Maozi looked at me and said: "Senior, are you..."

"Right! Qilong Hai has a discerning eye, spotting my fine qualities all at once—reserved but extraordinary! However, just spotting them isn't enough; you have to learn!" Gui Yuzhong said shamelessly.