Chapter 20
Before he could finish speaking, Wu Biyou kicked over a chair, stood up, and stormed out, slamming the door shut
Before he could finish speaking, Wu Biyou kicked over a chair, stood up, and stormed out, slamming the door shut
At the center of the dining table sat a copper hot pot divided into five compartments: Sichuan-style spicy red oil,
Anping was shaken awake. It was break time, and the classroom was bustling with noise. “Class rep, you’ve really been
Although Chai Shuxin had stormed off in anger, the next day he still carried a food box up the mountain.
The flames spread in an instant. Only then did Chai Shuxin notice that the sky above Fengdu was actually filled
Mu Geshen no longer carried Zhu Yinxiao in his arms. Instead, he tied a rope around the boy’s neck and
Mu Geshen had spoken at length about Wu Nie’s origins, but Song Wentong seemed to know absolutely nothing about her.
Chai Shuxin, of course, had no intention of getting involved in their fight. He brought his hands together inside his
The fifteenth day of the twelfth month, the Winter Solstice. Mu Geshen carried a food box. As usual, he didn’t
The visitor from Penglai that day had come to ask for help. In the end, they took Lin Juansheng away
After the meal, Mu Geshen ended up washing dishes until midnight. “I’ve decided. From now on, I’m not going to
Before he had even finished speaking, An Ping instantly retreated several feet. “There’s no need to be so distant. I
This was the first time An Ping had seen Mu Geshen get the better of someone. Before he could even
“Come on, don’t look so stern. I’m here to apologize for what happened last time.” Mu Gesheng climbed through the
In the blink of an eye, late autumn had arrived. The ginkgo leaves had turned yellow, appearing even more brilliantly
An Ping felt that if he really was dreaming, he had probably been so shocked in reality that he had
An Ping took a taxi home. Breakfast, prepared by the housekeeper, was laid out on the table: scallion-oil noodles topped
An Ping struggled through half a bowl of instant noodles. When he raised his head again, he discovered that the
Mu Geshen’s method for finding the person—or, more accurately, the soul—was simple: elimination. They would search the classrooms one by
“The person I prayed for is a classmate. We’re in the same class. You might not remember her, but she’s