Chapter 89: Picking Up a Corpse?

Beside the dock…

At the entrance of a fisherman’s house, a handful of people gathered, whispering among themselves as they discussed Old Hu’s catch of the day—a person, a middle-aged woman, her fate uncertain between life and death.

“Old Sun, although this woman isn’t particularly pretty, her figure is quite something. Why don’t you fork out some money and get her treated? Perhaps if you save her, she’ll offer herself to you in gratitude…”

“Stop spouting nonsense. The woman isn’t even breathing anymore, and her…”

Chen Heng nodded, showing no anger at his disciple’s words, though they contradicted the principles he himself had taught. His expression softened, as though relieved that Li Qing could confide in him so openly.

“Hehe, my mistake…” The Rabbit stuck out its tongue in embarrassment, smiling apologetically. Old Hei, meanwhile, hid behind Zhang Yue, a look of schadenfreude on his face.

As the King of the Undead and his army withdrew, silence returned to the land. The three powerful undead lay motionless on the ground, their fate unknown. The residual energy from the explosion of the massive finger had swept over them, as if an unseen hand had orchestrated the event.

Such an obvious truth had been long overlooked by most of the myriad worlds, but here, the people remembered. Thus, they set aside one day each year to do nothing at all, commemorating this self-evident fact in the simplest way.

Zhang Yue was indeed dressed up, though her appearance was far less striking than when she had visited the Flower of Desire. More noteworthy was Yan Xi, whose long T-shirt concealed her graceful figure, paired only with cotton slippers. Standing next to the immaculately dressed Zhang Yue, she seemed utterly out of place.

Ah Xiang stepped forward to release the pressure points on Feng Yufei. Upon hearing Ye Kun mention the “Heavenly Fragrance Silkworm King,” his expression changed several times. Brother, why have you become so ruthless?

Ye Kun lounged on a low couch, a bronze mask concealing all traces of emotion. Only that stern, unyielding mask caught the moonlight, gleaming with a strange luster.

After the “waiter” successfully knocked his opponent down, he immediately tossed aside the towel draped over his arm and, gun at the ready, rushed forward. Yet the man he had felled lay on the ground, clutching his chest, gasping for breath in agony.

Meanwhile, in a second-tier coastal city, within a single-story house, a sickly pale boy with piercing, spirited eyes sat before his computer. Staring at the chat bar beside the character selection screen, he curled his lips into a sneer.

Lei Yu’s eyes flashed. With a sweep of his sleeve, a torrent of energy surged forth, twisting and writhing like an evil dragon as it lunged at the stone giant’s head.

Consort Hyun, seeing this, realized that Consort Shu’s return to favor was impossible. Silently, she paid her respects to Nan Jingpei, then turned and left.

Seeing Ye Pengfei deflated, Zhu Hongyun couldn’t help but laugh aloud. Joyfully, she took his hand and led him, running quickly toward the hollow tree they had spotted earlier.

As for Feng Qiang beside them, his response was just as swift. The moment Chen Bai shouted, he acted without hesitation, mimicking Chen Bai’s every movement.

Shen Yunzhen sneered coldly. The old courtiers’ blind loyalty to the late emperor was the only reason they had supported his ascension. According to tradition, the coronation could not take place until Nan Jingpei’s funeral was over. Other than Cheng Yuan, he was Nan Jingpei’s closest surviving blood relative. Some ministers had even advised him to observe a year’s mourning.

Truly, humans are creatures of emotion. The grand words of blessing spoken at parting still echoed in her ears, but when faced with harsh reality, she felt an unspoken heaviness in her heart.

Only she knew how many hardships she had endured along the way—the scornful glances, the contempt, and even nights spent exposed to the elements, her body wrapped in dust and fatigue.