Volume One, Chapter 37: Seeing a Ghost

Fu Hanzhou fell into deep thought as he gazed at those eyes. Driven by an inexplicable impulse, he walked up to the statue of Guanyin and reached out to touch the pupils.

The moment he made contact, he froze.

He felt as though he were thinking of that pair of eyes, brilliant as the stars.

"Tang Xing?"

I also looked at those eyes and was similarly struck motionless. Those pupils drew me in, compelling me to lean closer.

"Are these... are these my eyes?" I examined them intently, a chill running through my body.

Beside Lin Jingrou, Wen Ning, who had just recovered from his grave injuries, stared solemnly at the figure in the dark, mysterious robes. Based on the man's attire, mask, and aura, he could conclude that this person was an assassin from the Net. However, the stranger’s presence was unfathomable—even more terrifying than the late Huan Fuxiong.

Meanwhile, Takuto Miyashita sensed an opportunity for promotion in Chen Jia. The phone hidden on his person finally had a signal.

Mass production of the chips? This was indeed a matter of great importance. Equipment, technology, and reputation were all essential, yet he currently lacked the capacity for mass production. Who should he turn to? Having not considered the specific operations of his new company in recent days, Ding Chi found himself momentarily at a loss. He tapped his fingers lightly against the desk, questioning himself in silence.

The spirit beast that Xu Qixi had found was only at the second rank. With the cultivation of a second-rank spirit beast peaking at around the fifth level of the Heavenly Realm, it posed no threat at all, especially with the Frost-Dragon Steed present.

"You... you guys, fine, fine, fine. Brother, could you please just show some support? Can you try not to mess up the mission?" Pole’s tone was much gentler, yet it was clearly laced with suppressed anger.

For the Van Peerson Company, securing the "Weichi No. 4" chip at a favorable price was a significant achievement, creating the necessary conditions for the company’s diversified development.

"In a market economy, shouldn't a company with excellent quality and sound marketing strategies grow?" Zheng Junfeng countered.

Suddenly, the Golden Hundred Apertures vibrated. The pressure from all directions surged, and the speed at which the sacred star was being crushed accelerated sharply.

The group arrived in the courtyard. Yun Haichanghong was already sitting in the pavilion, slumped over the table, drowsy, her head swaying left and right.

His eyes were beautiful; one look was enough to make someone lose themselves. Bai Mujin stared blankly until Xu Nanyi’s hand cupped her head.

She knew that everything she had was a gift from heaven, arranged out of pity for her wretched life, and thus, in her short twenty-two years, she cherished every moment.

Even the second and third time, Mo Chenxu’s attitude remained resolute, leaving no room for negotiation.

Consort Xian parted her lips. She knew the Emperor’s heart favored Empress Liu. As a consort without the backing of a powerful family, how could she possibly compete with her?

The Nine-Headed Golden Lion possessed a body of indestructible diamond, and its golden fur shimmered with a dazzling light, piercing Xiao Qingyang’s hand like countless immortal divine needles.

"Who says I’m tone-deaf? I can belt out 'Love Until Death' at the karaoke bar! I have perfect control over both high and low notes—if you don't believe me, I’ll sing it for you right now." Bi Zheng rolled up his sleeves as he spoke and took out his phone, preparing to find the instrumental track for the song.

They had seen on the forums that none of the many supernatural incidents reported were as powerful as the two of them.

For his sake, she was willing to bear all the defamation, because from the very beginning, it was she who had caused all that followed.

"An Yan, congratulations on wrapping up the shoot." Shen Yue was the first to speak, stepping forward to give Chu An Yan a hug.

Behind them, a pigeon tilted its head proudly: "Heh, foolish humans. You want to feast your eyes on my beauty?"

Old Man Hong remained as calm and composed as ever, his confidence bolstered by the resolute gaze radiating from Wu Wei.

Si Yi was caught off guard by the sudden embrace. One hand was pulled tightly by him, while the other hung helplessly in the air, not knowing where to rest.