Chapter 56: The Return of the Ye Family

“What shareholders? Where would our company get any shareholders?” At this point, Bai Jie suddenly paused, remembered Red, and hastily corrected herself: “Actually, our company does have a shareholder named Red, but they’ve never shown up.”

“Red?”

Wang Dao scanned the surroundings and saw a man dressed in priestly robes emerge from within, board a car, and drive off. As the car approached him, Wang Dao suddenly darted in front of it.

It wasn’t that they were unwilling to save money; rather, they understood that once they stepped into the underworld, every day was filled with uncertainty. No one could guarantee what tomorrow would bring—perhaps a corpse on the street, or kneeling in the execution ground with a bullet shattering their skull.

I pulled out a cigarette, lit it casually, and, under everyone's gaze, smoked it leisurely. Though it wasn’t a particularly expensive brand, it seemed especially satisfying in my mouth.

The roots of this plant were numerous, entwining the abandoned reactors, but its stem was only a little over a meter tall, glowing a luminous blue throughout. Lacking nutrients, its inch-long leaves drooped listlessly.

“You've got a fire phoenix on your back, and now I've got a black dragon on my chest. Are you trying to get matching couple tattoos with me?” Zhou Wei complained.

Chen Mo’s face drained of color. With his current strength, taking on the Great Ghost Emperor was like striking stone with an egg—digging his own grave.

Not only had he failed to frame Zhang Zhening, but he’d also lost two hundred yuan. This was the classic case of losing both the wife and the soldiers.

The steel claws were formidable; one swing, and if it struck a person, a chunk of flesh would certainly be torn away.

Yao Yue walked up to Lan Ling. Lan Ling kept her head down, avoiding her gaze, gently rubbing her fingers.

When Toad Essence realized things had gone awry, she rushed to aid Zhong Wei, thus forging a connection with him.

Bai Rong’s entire body trembled. His face remained expressionless, but his already dark complexion turned ashen, and his resolute thin lips pressed tightly together. His half-lidded eyes revealed nothing, but Ruoxin, who had accompanied him for six years, knew the storm raging in his heart.

“No later than ten o’clock. No, nine-thirty. You must be back before nine.” Jin Guangyan reminded her, deeply disappointed, though he knew he was being overly eager. Despite his reluctance, he still acquiesced to Yan Xiaoxiao’s idea.

As she spoke, Lin Tianyao coughed violently and spat a mouthful of blood, his face suddenly pale.

Ji Xiyan was shoved to the front in a daze, completely unaware of what the others had been arguing about.

“Lin Tianyao, watch out!” At that moment, Xun Zizhang and Su Yanhua shouted, rushing forward to prevent the Dragon Emperor from smashing the jade plate. But as they reached him, the plate had already shattered.

The sunlight seemed a bit harsh. Yan Xiaoxiao felt dizzy and confused, instinctively squatting down.

“Ke Dong, wake up...” Xiao Qiyue slapped Ke Dong’s cheek in exasperation, trying to snap him out of it.

Perhaps the Heavenly Orchid Pill sent by Huangfu Xian, mixed with her own blood, could preserve Bai Rong’s corpse. After two days and nights, when Ruoxin hurried back to Bai Family Village, Bai Rong’s body was unchanged from the moment of death, showing no signs of alteration.

“A man sheds two kinds of tears: one for the world, and one for his beloved.” In the distant past, the drunken father who abandoned me and vanished into the crowd once said this.

The consciousnesses of the seal knew that once the flames wrapped in those fragments burned out and dried up the sea of consciousness, nothing could be saved.

Indeed, just now, Hu De, pressured by the sea demon’s aura, had acted ruthlessly. His methods were far beyond what Sang Ruo, a beginner witch, could handle—contact meant death, a touch meant injury. But Hu De’s harshness was not aimed at Sang Ruo, but at the sea demon that was protecting her.