Chapter 58: Blood Exchange to Purge Poison

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Xiao Ai lunged fiercely at Yu Chi, who had collapsed onto the ground, and successfully retrieved a bunch of keys from his waist.
"In the northeast corner of the dungeon... there is a secret door..." Wen Shizhi's hands and feet were finally freed, but the bone-gnawing nail in his chest still made it impossible for him to circulate his internal energy to heal his wounds.
The torchlight in the dungeon twisted into clawing, ferocious ghost shadows along the corridor.
"Those who aren't afraid of death are here," Xia Qiqi sneered, backhanding three golden needles.
"It's a male, and his martial arts skills are formidable. I doubt I could detain him even if I pursued him." His tone didn't sound like he was joking.
Without a doubt, this piece of programming must have originated from Mentor Red; she was the only one capable of wielding those bizarre, high-tech inventions. Yet, the sudden need for a time machine and Any-Door at this moment carried implications that even Bai Ze, self-proclaimed as "omniscient and omnipotent," could not deduce no matter how hard he racked his brains.
"What?!" Hearing this, I took several steps back, staring at Ma Yongde in disbelief.
The ghost infant was temporarily suppressed, but we could not afford to lower our guard. We had to remember that so many ghost-busting masters had already died; this ghost infant undoubtedly possessed formidable tricks. I voiced a warning to Third Master Qiu, telling him to take precautions to avoid being ambushed by the ghost infant.
"Master, I put a tremendous amount of effort into acquiring this grotto-heaven. Are we really going to hand it over on a silver platter?" Wu Kui asked their master, Zhang Feng.
No matter what, the rumor provided by Bai Ze seemed to serve as a perfectly reasonable pretext for Yi Cheng to launch a strike.
"That being said, this plague incident is very likely the exposure of a conspiracy," Lu Guo'an recovered his composure.
Having spent years sitting at a desk drawing, Ran Yunduan possessed a baseline of patience. Therefore, for a long time afterward, she buried her head in her work, completely oblivious to her surroundings and entirely unaware that Su Ye had already brought over lunch.
The self-appointed protector was utterly furious; he was trembling so violently with rage at Da Xiong's words that the barrel of the gun in his hand was shaking.
I parted the bars of the cage and grabbed its tail. "Hey, what's wrong with you today? Huh? Where's your fur?!" The spirit mouse in my hand was now completely bare, its pale body glowing with a reddish hue.
Faced with the freshly baked clay-oven rolls and the steaming-hot bowls of tofu pudding, I suddenly lost my appetite, feeling an oppressive tightness and unease in my chest.
Tian Zong was already wondering why the illusory realm constructed by the Mirage Dragon was so monotonous and tedious, when the corner of his vision caught the approach of a tall yet hunchbacked figure. Before the figure even drew close, it reached out from afar and parted Tian Zong's sea of consciousness, revealing the twin avatars of Yin and Yang.
Yi Xiayi gave an extremely subtle signal to the person beside him. Tian Zong gently shook his head; it was true that the big monk had withstood a surfeit of divine intent capable of uprooting mountains, but his sea of consciousness was completely pristine, devoid of any traces of cultivation—this was an indisputable fact.
Before Cui Xuena could even react, she saw Song Nanxi raise her hand, and the next moment, the swing slammed ruthlessly into her hip bone.
Hehe, I didn't eat a proper dinner, so I didn't expect to have a midnight snack. Duo Qing immediately perked up; he was always acting like a starved ghost reincarnated and had polished off all the snacks that Fatty and I had brought over the past two days.
The thunder dragon and the blood eagle launched simultaneous attacks against each other. The thunder dragon's tail whipped viciously across the blood eagle's back, while the blood eagle whipped its head around to strike right back at the thunder dragon.
Moreover, whether out of narcissism or a lingering sense of guilt toward this body—perhaps driven by love for the person, transferring that affection to the vessel—Chu Ning actually managed to discern a hint of cuteness from that fleshy, dark, and chubby face.
Unlike the fashion of residents in later-era Luoyang, the sturdy uncle running the shop tightened his cloth belt, hoisted a stone-slab sign up from the ground, leaped into the air with a sudden bound, and grabbed a crevice beside the five-meter-high storefront signboard, pressing the stone slab—over sixty centimeters in both length and width—into the groove with a single hand.
Head of the family Sun Xiang was also employing various methods to set things right, trying to steer family affairs back onto the correct track. The various causes and effects behind this were also the catalysts that drove Sun Ling to fly into a rage.