Chapter 55: Is the Classmate Male or Female?

"Grandma must be heartbroken." Lin Xiyu's eyes reddened as she tried to shake off her mother’s hand.

"Who isn’t?" Chen Xiulan, hurt by her daughter’s accusation, choked on her words. "Do you think it’s easy for me to sell the bed?"

"That bed has been with me since I was born. At one time, five of us squeezed onto it—your aunt, your uncle, and I. We tumbled and played together on that bed as we grew up."

A short, stout man in his twenties, barely taller than the table, was seen grappling with a middle-aged man.

Though Xiao Wanyun’s beautiful face was pale from blood loss, a shy allure still lingered about her.

He stood there in spotless white, hair tied up in a knot, a white mourning ribbon fastened atop his head. His once noble and languid bearing now carried a hint of cold severity.

"That’s the same one Team Leader Ren and the others made to deal with the giant rat in the base," one of the team members said.

Li Yu called out to Zhou Black Ox and pulled Tian Erya along. The three of them took Bai An’s wooden carving and hurried to the main room to play.

Chen Jiaoniang thought, with so many skilled diviners here, wouldn’t finding something be the easiest task imaginable?

Shen Chaonan suddenly understood why, all these years, his mother had found every excuse to move house, forbade him from owning a mobile phone, and often cried behind his back. It turned out all the suffering began with Zhao Shaofeng.

Usually, whenever a commune member encountered trouble or needed help, she and Xiao Wanyun would always lend a hand with genuine sincerity, treating the members as their own family.

Now, aside from her purified spiritual energy and a consciousness keener than most cultivators, Hua Ci’s greatest asset was likely this Phoenix Extinguishing Blade.

After leaving the cinema, the two of them wandered aimlessly down the street, chatting about the plot of the film they had just seen.

"Mother, please… Can’t your son speak?" As soon as Xu Zhiling stepped forward, Long Tianwei immediately grabbed her arm and said with a sheepish grin.

"It’s done. You can go." He spoke calmly, already searching within for a compatible soul spirit.

Li Shimin and his men lay in ambush in the forest, unseen by anyone. Here, in these woods, the locals held the advantage; even if someone wanted to set a trap, outsiders would never see it coming. The locals excelled at this, and so did Li Shimin’s group. If anyone else were here, they too would struggle to fend off a lethal strike.

"Besides, who knows how they died?" a young witch from Ross’s side boasted arrogantly.

But seeking out a good teacher would cost money too. Meng Yao, rarely one to sit still, settled down and carefully calculated how best to spend her remaining funds.

Before she drifted off to sleep, she still hadn’t figured it out. Luo Yu had no intention of telling her either—some things she could help with, but there were many that Meng Yao had to understand on her own.

Ever since the Yan King’s Goblet incident, Ye Wan’s attitude toward Ye Jinmu had undergone a dramatic shift.

With the command flag waving in his hand, he looked like a heavenly general descending to earth. Keen eyes would notice that the soldiers surrounding him numbered a hundred thousand, yet as the flag moved, they surged like an endless tide.

Once you successfully seize the seal, you’ll discover your stamina and mental strength become visible—mental strength, white, residing in the mind; stamina, black, residing in the dantian.

"I died a violent death in the netherworld. I can see that you’re neither a ghost nor a registered deity of the underworld. That can only mean you’re a living person from the world of the living! Now, since you possess the inheritance of the netherworld, I suspect you were forced into this by them, made to serve their will among the living."

He then took out the towel from just now, considering whether to knock Tang Zhihan out once more. If she was only pretending to be unconscious, this would at least keep her quiet.