Daily Life at the End of Year 062

“Eat less pork cracklings; if you eat too much, you’ll feel heavy in bed tonight. Tomorrow, you can cook rice cakes,” Mrs. Xie said, not because she was unwilling to spare a few pieces, but out of concern for her youngest daughter’s health.

“My father brought home some yellow cabbage today, so tomorrow I can make rice cakes with yellow cabbage,” Xie Yihuang nodded, finishing the piece in her hand and eating no more. “I’ll add some pork cracklings then—it’ll be fragrant and delicious.”

Mrs. Xie acknowledged her with a hum. “By the way, tomorrow remember to—”

There was no turning back. Zhou Mengyuan understood clearly now that nothing was as within her control as she had imagined.

Shi Yuqing, the instructor, soared high and crashed heavily against the wall with a muffled thud, his longsword falling from his grasp.

Li Qingping waited until He Lin’s figure disappeared, then instinctively glanced at Xue Jingjing beside him.

Chen Bai simply leaned against the headboard, eyes narrowed in contemplation as he stared at him; their gazes met across the space, but there was no further exchange.

“Alright, I understand.” Clutching the videotape tightly, Si Yejue calmed himself for a long while before seeking out Leng Moran.

Relying on the faint moonlight spilling through the doorway, Zhou Mengyuan jumped off the kang bed and hid in the corner of the cave-dwelling.

The building suddenly collapsed—over a hundred perished and hundreds were injured. The current suspicion is that a gas pipeline explosion triggered the resonance.

Noticing Dou Yaar’s head drooping and Ma slowing its pace, Zhou Mengyuan concluded it was the effect of alcohol and pulled the reins, calling out.

For a time, the entire Anzhou Experimental High School was immersed in an atmosphere of relentless cultivation and intense struggle.

Once the seal was lifted, the Hidden God Sect Master and Xu Hai used their minds to probe the stone carving, revealing a vast map of mountainous terrain.

Yu Xinyuan pointed at the skull in the “old scholar’s” hand. “Elder Han, could you put that down?” Though Yu Xinyuan was a seasoned detective, chatting with someone holding a skull still made him uneasy.

Three days had passed without Cai Guangliang’s appearance, confirming everyone’s suspicions. That day, Wang Peng had just returned to the dormitory when Chai Rong came looking for him, and unusually closed the door behind him.

Such a pessimistic attitude was something Li Nan would never adopt. With Liu Heping already making the first move, Li Nan had no reason not to respond.

“Hahaha, who would’ve thought you’d have a day like this!” Tang Chuifeng shouted gleefully into the smoky wasteland, as if the heavy stone pressing on his heart had finally vanished, bringing him relief.

In less than twenty minutes, Xiao Yurou dashed breathlessly into the top-floor office. In Qian Ruoruo’s eyes, Xiao Yurou was always calm and capable—she had never seen her so flustered.

Li Dapeng gently pressed his finger to a strand of spider silk, quietly sensing the vibrations from within the culvert.

The steward recounted the sequence of events, and Jiuhuang listened with puzzlement. Her father accused of corruption—she could never believe that the man who avoided contact with court officials and lived frugally would be corrupt. It was utterly absurd.

Li Nan frowned, aiming his compound bow, confirming that it was only several corpses gnawed by zombies, not yet mutated, but already stripped of flesh and bone.

From the next day, Wang Peng was never at rest. People from the town, the county, and various departments kept inviting him to gatherings. Every day he drank until he staggered and collapsed, making Qin Ahua anxious and warning that if he continued, he’d drink himself sick.

He collapsed in the corner, pounding the ground with his fist, unable to suppress the pain within no matter how much it hurt.

This news was a colossal joke to Amin, but since it came from the mouth of the Emperor Taiji, it must have been backed by absolute certainty and evidence.

Fortunately, Zhang Zi’an had returned. The moment Zhao Qi saw him step through the door, she breathed a sigh of relief, finally able to hand over the hot potato. Whether this business could be accomplished would depend on his ability to bluff.