Chapter 37: Containment

Pei Qinghe did not give an immediate answer. She stared steadily at Fang Datou.

Fang Datou was a simple and honest man, devoid of any ulterior motives. Facing Pei Qinghe’s bright and sharp gaze, he showed no signs of panic, only an expression filled with anticipation and sincerity.

"Why don't you return to your hometown?" Pei Qinghe asked.

Fang Datou scratched his head with his left hand: "There is no one left at home. I left to make my own way at thirteen and joined the army at fifteen; I am twenty-six this year. It has been over a decade since I left home, and even..."

More than a dozen underworld bosses glared at him with immense fury and dissatisfaction.

Did Huo Yuqing’s attempt to change the subject imply that the person behind Fang Yue was truly the grandfather?

At this moment, Su Yujing felt at her most vulnerable and helpless. She had no choice, nor could she make one; her life had never been something she could decide for herself.

What chilled her heart was that Cheng Yu wore a profound expression, revealing no clues, and showed no intention of helping.

"How noisy! Qiu Lin, drag her aside!" Luo Mifei frowned and gave the order directly.

Afterward, Lu Qianmo took Shen Ling around to look, discovering that aside from the areas near the South River Grand Canal where water still pooled deeply, other lower-lying regions were basically passable, despite some remaining water.

Upon hearing that Old Master Qiao would come to ask for it personally, Huo Zhenting burst into laughter. He then instructed the butler to wrap up a magnificent gift box for An Qinya to present to the old master.

As for those who left Blue Sea City, some were not abandoning it but were either going out on missions or returning to their hometowns to bring their families back.

Fortunately, Gu Shuang made no excessive moves. With Gu Tianlin’s cooperation, he began to employ array techniques to probe the path to the altar for any restrictive dangers.

Fuman carried Yang Yi and hid in a dark corner on the right side of the castle. Yang Yi had countless questions he wanted to ask, but he dared not.

Over a hundred ghouls were wiped out in less than five minutes, yet Sears had watched from the sidelines the entire time, making no move to take advantage of the situation, merely observing the two with a smirk on his face.

"In that case, this concubine thanks the Great Emperor." Upon hearing the Ziwei Great Emperor agree, Queen Mother Yaochi thanked him with a look of joy.

At that moment, Wei Chuan was stationed at the main base. His face, which rarely wore a smile, was icy cold. Consequently, the entire Red Army base was under such low pressure that the temperature felt lower than the weather outside. Everyone waited on the sidelines without daring to breathe loudly, the atmosphere fraught with tension.

More bizarrely, the crows in the woods flew about like mad, frequently crashing into trees with loud thuds. Amidst the mist, countless ghosts and human figures seemed to flicker in and out of sight. Once Yang Yi entered the woods, he lost his sense of direction; finding the dilapidated castle would be nearly impossible.

However, regarding the Phoenix Territory, the Phoenix felt it was optional. As long as the human race did not perish and Kong Xuan and the Confucian school remained, the Phoenix clan could stand in the world forever; there was no need to establish a Phoenix Territory.

Xiahou Guang could not help but offer a bitter smile; from Mu Nianxue’s attitude, he knew her feelings for the Xiahou family were not deep.

"This subordinate, Li Cheng, pays his respects to the Commissioner." Li Cheng set aside his usual military sternness and bowed respectfully. Now, he was merely a capture-and-kill envoy, while Wang Shen was a Commissioner who had established his own prefecture and staff; he was only one step away from being a regional governor and one step away from being addressed as "Your Excellency."

Sun Wukong carried his golden staff and shook his head. Zhu Bajie ran back, still patting his chest in lingering fear, seemingly grateful that his pig mouth had been slow and he hadn't been tricked.

"Tianqing, you—fine! Very well!" Facing Tianqing’s near-provocative bid, Long Zhan was extremely furious, yet he suppressed the rage in his heart.

Huang Guo tumbled across the ground like a stone thrown by someone, rolling for several yards. When he finally stopped, he frantically raised his limbs to examine them one by one, letting out a sigh of relief only when he confirmed they were intact. When he tried to stand, he felt an ache in all his muscles and bones, finding himself unable to rise.