There was a bit too much dinner tonight. I hadn't meant to make so much, especially since I wouldn't be eating at home tomorrow.
I was rather curious. How had Wu Lili been brainwashed in a place like this? And how had she tricked her best friend into coming here and handed over all the money she had worked so hard to earn to those above her?
Just when everyone thought Wen Ningyu was finished, someone stepped forward and spoke up for him.
Gan Hui said, "That is why I concluded that the Dragon Martial Navy has no reason to seize our fifty warships sent to aid Liaodong. I reckon the General Who Conquers the Barbarians summoned our army only to see what our attitude is.
"Damn it!" Millsap angrily picked up the basketball and slammed it hard onto the floor again. He had never imagined that, in his lifetime, he would be dunked on by a Chinese man. That guy practically had springs in the soles of his shoes—how else could he have escaped Earth's gravity?
If I hadn't discovered anything just now, it was entirely because I had assumed the things in this room were ghostly objects, so I had been focused on yin energy. But now I had noticed something else: the scent of incense offerings, and it was coming from Zhang Qiang's son's bed.
No matter how much spiritual power she poured into them, it was useless. The tens of thousands of silver needles did not move at all.
The underworld had endured so many hardships that it was already overcrowded. No people meant no reincarnation, and the number of ghosts had reached an unprecedented level of saturation.
Old Eighth was not very tall to begin with, only about shoulder-height on me. So if he really