"Madmen couldn't carry out such calm, rational modification surgeries." Aoko shook her head, rose from the ground, and snapped her fingers, setting the corpse ablaze. "They were undoubtedly lucid. All of this was a choice humans made while fully conscious, and it was undoubtedly evil."
Irene said nothing, but Aoko could tell from her reaction that this hunter who hunted mad hunters did not approve of such behavior. Still, it had nothing to do with Aoko.
Seeing that the steam engine could burn anything and had run continuously for three days, only pausing briefly when the loom malfunctioned, how could the owners of weaving mills throughout Suzhou remain seated? Once they learned that the steam engine had been made by the capital's steam engine factory, they immediately sent members of their households north to the capital, determined to be first to order the machines.
Not long afterward, the phone by the bed, still plugged into its charger, rang. Xia Yi came back to his senses, his eyes once again clear and focused. He picked up the phone and saw that the call was from the martial arts school.
The white-clad young master walked to the bedside with a satisfied air. Having eaten and drunk his fill, he was planning to get a good night's sleep and ease the exhaustion of the past few days of travel.
—Other explanations, such as a doctor's responsibility toward patients and mutual support among clansmen, were directly cast to the back of Meng Qi's mind.
Through this ability, the Demonic Hand could consume energy to create hellfire. Besides possessing the intense heat of ordinary flames, hellfire's most notable trait was its ability to burn souls.
Jia Dairu was terrified out of his wits and immediately sought help from Jia Zhen of the Ningguo Mansion. Jia