Chapter 039: The Soul-Summoning, Body-Control, and Heart-Stirring Incantation

To avoid arousing suspicion about why I was in the cemetery guardhouse so late at night, I placed my phone in a hidden corner, safely out of the camera’s view. Then I walked over to the duty officer and slapped him across the face.

The officer woke up with a start, and the moment he saw me, he let out a terrified scream.

“Uncle, it’s me, it’s me! Don’t panic, don’t shout.”

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An Nuan felt dizzy and heavy-headed. When she opened her eyes, darkness surrounded her. The unfamiliar place made her slightly more alert.

“I heard from the Soldier King that you just follow him without joining the Hornets? Why is that?” Wei Yu asked Cao Yang.

But the problem was that Ruan Xiaocheng couldn’t take it. The force was like a torrential downpour—even I might not withstand it.

“That’s why I said I was bound to lose! Fan Xiaoxi found teammates like gods, and I ended up with a bunch of fools!” Leng Yunxin fumed, both angry and resentful.

“Peach Blossom Mountain’s Daoist Lianzhen is truly remarkable. If I get the chance, I’d like to meet him,” said Old Nado.

The room was filled with a warm, fragrant scent. The sweetness clinging to Zhong Qing was everywhere—notes of rose and milk, and her lips... What flavor was her lipstick today? He had to find out. Mo Yichen lowered his head once more.

Before Sheng Shiyao could answer, a long howl suddenly echoed through the cave, clear and piercing. I turned my head and saw that it was Zhuang Yu who had made the sound. In the next moment, several of those possessed, as if waking from a nightmare, stopped their wild shouting and looked around, dazed.

Zhong Qing had just dozed off when the baby started crying. She woke instantly. The light was still on, and Mo Yichen was at a complete loss, unable to soothe the child by rocking or patting.

On the third day of the promotion, the three counters had sold a total of three hundred and forty-three units, with Huazhong accounting for half of them. At this rate, it would take at least half a year for the funds to be recouped.

“Who dares? I’ll wipe out her whole family!” Su Yan glared fiercely, looking ready to dig up someone’s ancestors.

Nan Xinuo frowned slightly at the scene. She thought he was about to doze off again and was ready to drop the subject when his lazy, childlike voice sounded.

Xi Xi stomped hard on Qiao Guang’s foot in anger. Then, worried she might have hurt him, she became flustered—only to see the rascal laughing heartily, making her suspect she hadn’t stomped hard enough.

“Yes, yes, as long as there’s food!” Nangong Yao cheerfully replied as she descended the stairs with her maid’s help.

“I suppose I’m rather fortunate, but you won’t be. Should I deal with you myself, or will you take care of it? No, you do it. I can’t be bothered,” Mo Chuyun’s voice drawled, utterly languid.

Seeing the helplessness in Prince Yun’s eyes, Nan Xinuo pouted, knowing he must have recognized her.

Because he was never truly guarding this world—he just wanted the light of heroes never to fade.

As the head of the Zi family, Zi Lingtian’s words carried the weight of imperial edict. The authority he’d built up over the years was not something ordinary people could challenge.

This time, Lu Fan’s objective was clear—not to engage the enemy head-on, but to harass them, marching straight for the imperial capital of the Luo Yun Empire.

The black-robed figure struck by the long black spear had been charging forward a moment before; in the next, he was flung backward, all rules forgotten, with sparkling shards of energy drifting away on the wind and a faint scent of blood in the air.

Before Leng Yi could figure things out, Fei Ming delivered a solid kick to his chest.

“I have no idea; I’ve never seen it before. Shalan, do you know? As president of the Mage Guild, you must have seen much more than us rough types,” Xi Lan turned to ask.

After a few hours’ sleep, Shen Feng got up, washed, dressed neatly, and took a taxi straight to Qin City Group.