41. They Are All Executioners

Holding the phone, Ji Qingran listened as the person on the other end spoke. She lowered her gaze, her eyes falling upon Lu Weian.

Her look was full of profound meaning.

Lu Weian frowned, mouthing the words to her, "What's wrong?"

Yet from beginning to end, they were nothing more than maidservants. Even Lady Zhao was regarded by her merely as a servant, for she had never acknowledged Zhao as a mistress of the household.

About a thousand meters away from the Yellow Crane Tower stood an octagonal high-rise tower made of jade. Within the topmost stone chamber, the light was dim. Red candles burned, their flames flickering. Behind a crimson curtain screen, a vague figure sat quietly.

I could sense that every single cell in Ivanov was pulsating with violent impulses. His flamethrower burned with the same intense fervor as his current state of mind. Just as the flames surged forth with a soul-吞灵 (spirit-devouring) momentum capable of consuming everything in their path, fleshy vines resembling butterfly wings suddenly unfurled, swallowing every last lick of fire.

Because of the ease and beauty of our lives, we grow all the more terrified of change—afraid that the things we hold so familiar might suddenly vanish one day, afraid to face an unknown world, and afraid of whoever might destroy this hard-won beauty and happiness.

Does vivid narration mask silent stillness, or does silent stillness mask vivid narration? Beneath the perpetual mask, no one truly knows—not even ourselves.

Initially, Li Zifeng had assumed that Li Feiyao wouldn't have much of an eye for choosing clothes. To his surprise, the garments Li Feiyao ultimately selected turned out to be remarkably exquisite and fitting.

"Young Madam!" Wei Liang and the restaurant staff were terrified, rushing forward to crowd around her in a protective circle.

Meanwhile, Li Guangtian was left burning with suppressed rage and nowhere to vent it, so he took his subordinates to an open-air seafood stall by the beach to drink. After a few glasses of iced beer, swept by the cool sea breeze, his head gradually began to clear.

"Bizhu, what on earth are you doing? Get up this instant!" Luo Xia displeasure only deepened; how could her own maid ever kneel before these two obnoxious creatures?

Qiu'er and Si Mengmeng walked over with trepidation. The child had slipped away from their watch, filling them with deep remorse and endless tears.

Yet she racked her brains to no avail, failing to conjure up even the slightest trace of resemblance to the person Young Master Lin had described.

"I advise the two of you to drink less. Don't let the liquor make you spout nonsense," Chen Baicai said after circulating his inner energy, taking a deep breath before speaking slowly.

Mu Feng felt a tearing sensation across his chest, an unbearable agony, and was forced backward under the direct impact of the Fallen Phoenix Sword.

Almost every titan of the underworld flooded into the livestream room, quietly awaiting the next development.

The Dongjiang boys were so enraged their eyes nearly split open. Several of them attempted to charge forward, only to be held back desperately by their club presidents.

"It must be you! You are the one behind this trickery!" Song Buxi glared at Zhang明, pointing a finger at him as if entirely certain he was the culprit.

The roaring sound grew louder and louder, as though the tomb itself was about to burst apart. Everyone hurriedly pulled their ears away from the ground. The cavern shook violently; dust rained continuously from the ceiling while the dirt on the floor leaped in agitation.

Trapped indefinitely upon this damned stone platform, surrounded by nothing save for nauseating demonic chants, only absolute silence remained.

Though this dilapidated temple stood in the desolate wilderness and appeared ruined on the outside, the ground before its entrance was swept meticulously clean. A large water vat stood by the doorway, specifically placed there to store water.

Things were growing increasingly incomprehensible. One could only wonder what scheme Mount Lingshan was actually plotting. When Xue Yuan entered, he likely caught sight of my still-shattered expression and began scanning the surroundings.

Wu Danlong treated Yanling exceptionally well. Wherever one went, the other followed, like inseparable bosom friends. Naturally, Yanling cherished Wu Danlong with a matching mutual devotion. Lovers? No, to call them a husband and wife living in such harmony would be the highest praise.