Chapter 1220: Valued by an Extremely Honorable Official

Lu Baqian held a peach-wood sword, surrounded by numerous magical treasures shrouded in thick fog, all specifically designed to combat zombies.

The treasures floated nearby for ease of activation, while the dense mist cloaked them so the Drought Demon could not discern what manner of artifacts he wielded.

En route, Lu Baqian had devised countless strategies, determined to contain the Drought Demon here lest it escape to slaughter the innocent masses.

Guided by his compass, he arrived at the graveyard on the outskirts of Quyi County, only to find nothingness stretching before him.

"In this room... there is indeed something amiss..." Zhang Qingming, who had always been rather cold and mostly silent, suddenly spoke up.

Shui Jueshu and Lu Juexing, who had been hiding at the very back, also crept over to their senior sister Hua Jueyu, though their expressions were awkward, and their repeated hesitation left Hua Jueyu completely bewildered.

He raised his head to search for Lady Zhou and, spotting her, hurried toward her while still clutching Lady Wang, refusing to let go.

"There must be a reason for forbidding the opening of the tomb door to go inside. I think the interior of the underground palace should be sealed; after Li Si finished constructing the Qin Mausoleum back then, he uttered these words: 'Chiseling cannot penetrate it, fire cannot burn it, tapping yields a hollow sound, yet below there is nothingness.'"

She even subconsciously lowered her head to glance at her clothes; she had changed into a new outfit today, no longer wearing her previous long dress.

Yun Xuan desired vengeance no less than anyone, but the disparity in strength between him and Di Kun stood plainly before them; relying on a cultivation of the Perfection Realm to defeat Di Kun, who possessed the power of a Supreme, was nothing short of a fantasy.

When the crowd looked toward Pei Long, they saw that upon his otherwise delicate face, a deep blade gash had suddenly appeared from his left temple down to the left corner of his mouth, blood welling and trickling down.

"Mount Funiu? This mountain actually has a name?" Fat San looked at me with a face full of surprise and spoke in a startled voice.

Thinking back to the last time Tang Luo had called Xiang Dongfang at school, she wavered inside, wondering if she should ask him if he could help.

Zuo Junlin turned around to look at that warm, gentle, smiling face—a face identical to his own. At this moment, he was moved, yet this could not alter his decision.

Gazing at this estate, which from front to back was nearly ten times larger than the Leng family's ancestral home, the members of the Leng family were truly stunned, and even the most boisterous among them, Leng Qiaoshu, fell silent.

"Go find me some Buddhist scriptures to see where this bamboo slip originates." Just as Xiao Dongming finished speaking, Feng Lie raised his head and shot him a deeply perplexed glance.

She turned her head to look toward the bronze mirror held by a tray carved with peonies and flowing clouds. The most striking sight in the mirror was, naturally, the elegant and luxurious phoenix crown upon her head.

Just one day! Was this meant to take his life? Yet, looking at his boss's expression of gnashing teeth, he actually felt that the most pitiable person right now was not himself.

"Is that so?" Chong Xi scoffed, turning his wheelchair toward the doorway of his own accord. The jade silkworm silk in his hand suddenly shot out, and when it retracted in an instant, a sprig of peach blossom was already pinched between his fingertips.

He had always been one to draw clear lines between gratitude and resentment; as long as someone showed him kindness, he would surely repay it, but if there were a true grievance, it would be an unending feud until death.

Lu Xia walked up to her and reached out to grasp her shoulders, attempting to draw her into an embrace, but she suddenly felt a sharp pain at her neck. Lowering her head, she saw a pair of pitch-black, gleaming scissors pressed against her throat.

Even I had not expected that the awakening method for Black and White Impermanence would actually be to die once; if not for this accident, I really wouldn't have known how the two of them could ever awaken.

When he spoke to me, he was smiling the entire time, and before I knew it, I was somewhat infected by his mood. Thinking carefully about his words, they seemed to make sense; imperceptibly, I had come to possess many things I had never paid attention to before.

They all knew that when Ninth Lord left today, he had not said anything about returning for the midday meal; the Ninth Consort's words just now had merely been a pretext.