Chapter 95: The Spectral Blindfold

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(In the previous chapter, nearly three hundred words were automatically blocked—I’m speechless…)
In past years, Shunan Commandery was considered a fine place.
Abundant water sources, fertile land, favorable winds and timely rains—it nearly supplied half of Qingzhou’s grain.
But that was two years ago, during better times.
Ever since the great demon unrest in Dongzhao Commandery, when the entire county seat was overtaken by monsters, Shunan Commandery has suffered as well.
For an entire year, the heavens have not shed a single drop of rain.
How could I be so selfish as to bring this boy, as radiant as a star, into the darkest place to live?
“What can we do if she won’t accept it? Does she have the strength to fight against a group of grown men?” Qian Yaya replied, somewhat displeased.
In that instant, my heart shattered like a glass cup held in his hand. He lightly smashed it onto the ground—the crisp, sharp, and dreadful sound of it breaking into pieces echoed, scattered everywhere.
As a person attuned to magnetic fields, my thoughts raced like electricity, swirling endlessly in my mind, while reality did not even advance a second.

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Watching the two of them tugging and pulling, I deliberately slowed my pace to avoid an awkward collision.
Her eyes flickered with complex emotions, her brows slightly furrowed, lips parted as if to speak, but no words came forth.
At that moment, a streak of golden light flashed by, and a shimmering object of multicolored brilliance appeared in his mind.
Yan Shaohong said, “I see you seem quite wary of that person called Lion God Hao, so I want to ask about your relationship with him.”
Relying on cunning tricks to boost power to 220,000 units, it made him resemble those magnetic field sentinels.
Under a pure black quilt, Yang Qingluo blushed deeply, revealing only her eyes as she scanned the entire space with restless glances.
With a heavy grunt, she led everyone out of the hospital. As they left, my legs suddenly gave way, and I almost fell to the ground.
When Zhu De saw a British newspaper slander the “May Thirtieth Movement” as a blind anti-foreign campaign in China, he wrote to the Berlin press on behalf of the German Chinese Student Association, solemnly declaring: “The May Thirtieth Movement is a national liberation movement of the Chinese people against imperialism.”
Feeling irritated, I plopped down on a nearby stone bench, crossing my legs and tilting my head back to gaze at the faint moonlight in the night sky.
“That’s enough,” Zhang Wugui said with a bright smile. Zhang Wugui had planned to arrange a meal, but Liu Qian, worried about the village soldiers down the mountain, took his leave.

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Everyone shook their heads, utterly disbelieving that this ragtag group could hold out long. Historically, all rebels were brutally suppressed by the formidable forces of the Ten Demon Palaces, their fates miserable.
There was no doubt about the power of the Primordial Longevity Body, but Yang Tian had reached a bottleneck. Even when using the Divine Thunder Pool for cultivation, he had not achieved full mastery of the divine body. How long it would take to reach that stage was truly unknown.
By now, there were few pedestrians on the road. A few scattered passersby, upon seeing them, hurriedly kept their distance, afraid of trouble—anyone could see these people were not to be trifled with.
I frowned, exchanging a glance with Ming Yalong, as if we both saw something in each other’s eyes.
“After finding these few tiger-striped hounds, I began to have a wish. I hope, conditions permitting, to collect more purebred native hunting dogs—like the Grassland Bens from Inner Mongolia, the Yellow Arrow from Hubei, the Eastern Sichuan Hound, and so on.”
Pan Ran didn’t mind much, after all, she had once liked Yan Che. Who hasn’t experienced ambiguous feelings? Everyone has gone through those uncertain relationships, no one knows where each one will end up; we all approach them cautiously.
Liang Tao and Tang Hui were born in a mountain village, their family far poorer than the Lu family’s, and now seemed somewhat reserved.
Zhang Zhijie’s army left Bazhou and crossed the southern part of Deshengdian, marching all the way to Leling. Then Zhang Zhijie ordered Wang Shouren to lead the Fifth Army Camp and the Divine Mechanism Camp further south, while he himself led the Three Thousand Camp cavalry to halt at Leling, waiting for the cavalry to converge.