Chapter 37: The Black Market Snuff Bottle

After disguising herself, Lu Jianwei carried a basket covered with blue cloth, containing two pounds of rice and flour and a pound of sugar as props, and entered a nearby alley she had previously scouted. The alley was behind the hospital. There was a guard at the entrance who demanded five cents before letting her in, and inside, it turned out to be a sizable marketplace. Many people placed their goods on the ground for sale—live chickens, eggs, rice, flour, and other items.

She believed that someone as diligent and resilient as Mo Jinghong would surely accomplish great things. She recited the mantra for clarity of mind many times to calm herself, and only when her heart was completely tranquil did she begin her meditation and cultivation.

Although Liu Ke had a bit of confidence, the Han army was at a clear disadvantage on the whole, and the situation was far from optimistic.

When those present heard these words, they all wore expressions of extreme shock and bewilderment.

Old Liu could only bring himself to wipe his tears in front of Madam Xu, and once the door was shut, he felt safe enough to cry freely.

The General Who Quells Bandits was merely a fifth-rank miscellaneous general, but to Di Han, it represented recognition.

The young man glanced at his sister, who lay unconscious nearby, and suddenly burst into laughter—laughter so desolate it chilled the heart.

Claiming the title of king showed ambition, and that alone was enough to make him wary, unwilling to accept such a person lightly.

With the flawless reproduction of holographic projection technology, the audience members in the stands felt as though they were truly immersed in the scene.

However, the weapon she had her eye on was locked in a transparent crystal box. Si Tianqi naturally assumed it was Wu Shanhe’s most cherished possession and could not possibly be gifted away so easily.

Song Xin was unaware of what she was thinking, and believed Gao Xiumei was simply rejecting her due to regaining consciousness.

She looked at Brother Chen in confusion. He listened to the phone while watching her, his expression shifting from shock to fear, and finally settling into a look of complexity.

“It should be curable, but you need to collect three detoxification pills to completely rid yourself of the cold poison,” Fox Yu said, frowning.

The few who had driven Jiang Chacha to desperation now found themselves in the restroom, experiencing the suffering she had endured before.

Even deleted messages were easy to retrieve; anyone with a bit of computer skill could restore chat records.

The silver-backed giant bear charged at Su Xian, its heavy footsteps pounding the ground like someone beating a drum made of cowhide.

“All right, all right, how can you argue with someone lacking intelligence?” Qian Qingxi teased deliberately.

As a top diva in the mortal world, Yang Ziqi naturally had her own livestream channel. However, due to her busy schedule, she rarely activated it, only occasionally singing for her fans when bored.

Bai Li leaned back in her chair, let out a satisfied burp, and then scooped up a large mouthful of ice cream from the bowl beside her.

Forget it, he decided not to comment; if she liked dressing that way, let her be. After all, it wasn’t himself who was exposed.

After speaking, he led Zhang San around a corner to a shed, where some tables and stools were placed. Twenty or thirty people dressed in long robes sat drinking water and chatting.

Seeing Zhang San ask, Lin Chong felt obliged to explain, so he recounted the events to Zhang San and the others.

Since there was no issue with identity, Song Guyan said a few words over the walkie-talkie, instructing the colleagues who had rushed over to return to their posts.

“Wasn’t the atmosphere just fine a moment ago? Did I say something wrong?” Dazuka Junfu felt utterly baffled.

One side was blind, the other skilled in night combat; one side was poised for a sneak attack, the other exhausted. The battle ended as soon as it began.

Faced with Bian Yuanhang’s resignation, Wei Liang was at a loss, racking her brain for something to comfort him.

The so-called “Southern Xiang,” refers to the five cities in the southern part of Kanagawa Prefecture, bordering Sagami Bay.