Volume 1, Chapter 53: He Saw the Camera's Feed

Blood.

Dazzling, glaring red.

The scene on the screen was as exaggerated as a cheap horror film.

Yet Fu Beichen knew clearly that all of this was happening in reality.

Happening to her.

His hand resting on the edge of the desk clenched abruptly. The veins on the back of his hand bulged, twisted and grim.

His knuckles turned a ghastly, pale white from the sheer force of his grip.

Lin Qi stood a few paces behind him, head bowed, not daring to let his peripheral vision stray from Fu Beichen’s rigid back.

The air seemed to have frozen.

Only the faint sounds occasionally transmitted from the screen and the man’s gradually heavier breathing remained.

Fu Beichen’s gaze was nailed relentlessly to the screen.

He saw it.

That nauseating gecko, slithering viscously across the ground, crawling onto her body...

"The scenery of the Huo Manor is no less magnificent than that of the imperial palace." Although it was the dead of night, under the illumination of the lanterns, one could still clearly discern the trees, ponds, pavilions, and rockeries. Whenever Shangguan Youmeng had occasionally visited the Huo Manor in the past, she would merely sit in the front hall. Now, strolling through it carefully, she realized the boundless splendor of the Huo Manor.

Perhaps it could not even compare to her original status right now. The crime of a concubine fleeing in private could very well reduce her back to the humble, dust-like status she had when she first entered the manor.

Huo Chengjun was just about to speak when she heard someone report that Liu Bingyi was already at the entrance. She hurriedly led Jin Shang out to greet the emperor, and upon seeing the person behind Liu Bingyi, Jin Shang cowered even further behind Huo Chengjun, his eyes brimming with tears, looking utterly wronged.

"There is no need to go to such trouble. Apart from feeling somewhat fatigued, I am quite well. My husband mentioned earlier whether we should hasten the birth, but I think that since the child is willing to stay inside, let her remain a few days longer." Huo Chengshu was much more calm than any of them, perhaps because having the child in her womb also gave her a sense of peace.

For so many years, this face had never once resurfaced in his memory. Even when he often recalled various past events, this particular segment was the easiest to overlook and forget.

If he were to be convicted now on the failure of his attempt to impeach his own family, it might instead cause widespread discontent.

To be honest, Yun He had to sacrifice nearly a quarter of his own blood to achieve this effect.

"Attila! Don't go!" Seeing the situation spiraling out of control, Stefan tried to stop Attila, but it was already too late.

When the first flying dagger was a mere two feet away from Lin Yin, the tenth dagger had just left Ren Jingxia’s hand. The interval between the ten daggers was nearly identical, forming a straight line without the slightest downward trajectory in an instant; this level of martial prowess was truly extraordinary.

This celebration lasted for a long time. Residing within the prime minister's manor, Shao An could still feel the festive atmosphere outside. His elder brother had finally triumphed; he had achieved his dream and become a great hero in the eyes of everyone. Yet, Shao An's heart was filled with contradiction—truly, there is anxiety in victory just as there is sorrow in defeat.

You Yilin glanced sideways at Su Yaoyao, who was sitting on the sofa playing with her phone. Seeing that Su Yaoyao's attention was not directed their way, she took the glass of water and took a sip.

However, Su Yaoyao had no intention of returning to the Su family. She ignored one call, and finally, when Su Gu threatened to come looking for her, she replied with a WeChat message to dispel Su Gu's urges.

Amidst the ruins churned up by the smoke of war, a weather-beaten hand rose tremblingly. The man's face was covered in blood, yet his gaze toward Fang Yi was clear, pure, and filled with gratitude.

At the critical juncture, players capable of binding items naturally used them up, only to have their heads severed shortly after.

This instrument was an intelligent machine capable of generating specific video clips based on commands.

Furthermore, the sand table in the sales office, the tables, and everything else were affected, leaving the sand table completely unusable.

The northern gate seemed to be illuminated by a sun, with golden light cascading down like a waterfall, spilling over the surrounding trees and buildings, dyeing half the campus red.

Those two men directly tore off their masks and shoved McLellan aside. Steaming onto the ruins of the Love Perfume Shop, they began to chop firewood noisily with axes, intentionally swinging the long bamboo baskets on their backs so that the protruding bamboo poles struck McLellan.

They gave Huo Xizhou virtually no time to react before a bullet slammed into his abdomen with a loud bang.

Moreover, Gu Yun possessed only a single blade. To shatter the corpse puppet and defeat Jin Sanpang with just one strike was deemed impossible in the eyes of everyone, and even the disciples of the Lingqiao Sect did not believe Gu Yun could succeed.

The stone door was pushed open. Instantly, an aura as sacred as an ancient true dragon descending swept forth like a fierce wind, brushing across the void. Afterward, everything returned to tranquility, yet an invisible, suffocating pressure permeated the air, making it hard to breathe.

The commercial street was four hundred and twenty meters long, high in the west and low in the east, with a vertical drop of more than thirty meters, divided into three tiers.

The bikini had been in existence for less than a year, and historically, it would not be accepted by society until more than a decade later in the sixties.

Seeing Zhou You standing there in a daze, Kelly brought out a chair and placed it in the narrow space between the kitchen and the woods. Because a row of bushes blocked the line of sight, the hustle and bustle of people passing by the front of the villa could not see what was happening here.

"It's open. Uncle, Aunt, please come in." Jingjing pulled open the screen door and politely invited Liu Qing and me inside.

"The power of the Grim Reaper is truly useless! It cannot kill people at a specific time, nor can it make others kill for us, let alone manifest such obvious signs of death!" Striking the door panel heavily once more, Ye Qingfeng began to pant as if he had exhausted every ounce of his strength.

In an instant, malicious chuckles of varying tones and volumes rang out simultaneously, giving Xiao Yi such a violent start that his body shuddered and a cold sweat broke out all over him as he abruptly snapped his eyes open.

Sure enough, perhaps provoked by the torpedo maker's somewhat sarcastic remark, the slovenly man immediately flew into a rage, rushed forward, grabbed the torpedo maker fiercely by the collar, and raised his fist as if to strike him across the face.

After a full thirty minutes of slaughter, every single tomb guardian within sight had been butchered by this team. Qinghuan released her grip on the Dark Blood Flute in utter exhaustion, letting it drop to the ground.

Beside him, Lei Wangjun narrowed his eyes slightly. He was much more observant than Ji Wusheng, sensing that the blazing fire fused within Mu Lingyan's inner force was far more than the four types Ji Wusheng had mentioned. However, being deep-minded and calculating, he chose not to expose it.

Zhao and Wang thus dismissed their suspicions; after all, cultivators from Qin Feng's family would eventually arrive here, and if anything untoward were to happen to Qin Feng, they naturally would not have an easy time of it.

Yue Ye felt depressed. She had indeed looked inside the storage ring and even taken out the Soul-Locking Bell, but that didn't prove anything, did it? Wasn't every invention accompanied by a certain percentage of loopholes?

"Shameless wretch, it would be better if you were dead." From within the bronze chariot came the Third Uncle's deep voice, and the crowd of clamoring people instantly fell silent.

The visage vaguely discernible beneath her veil offered a faint smile, ignoring them entirely as she walked straight toward another direction.

Hearing Cao Chun's roar, the combatants on both sides gradually separated. Zhang Ji, however, knew the situation and secretly cursed inwardly! Hearing that voice told him that Cao Chun had succeeded after all! He hurriedly signaled the Wolf-Fang warriors to fall back.