Chapter 45: The Man in the Coffin

The female ghost in the coffin was firmly pinned to the ground by these four soul-locking nails, rendering her completely unable to move.

However, having turned into a vengeful spirit for many years, her temperament was perverse, cruel, and cunning; she would never easily bow her head to me.

Even when I threatened her with the destruction of her soul, she still gritted her teeth and said,

"Even if my soul is destroyed, don't even think about making me submit!"

"Lin Mazi, you..."

Seeing that Aoi and Shuu had eaten their noodles without any reaction, Tayuya and Kidomaru finally picked up their chopsticks. Being starved for a long time as well, they immediately began to devour their food in large mouthfuls.

Just as he was about to return to the house, a red Bora suddenly swerved out from beside Building 18. Xie Lei hurriedly braked against his forward momentum, pressing both hands onto the car's hood. The Bora driver possessed exceptional driving skills; with a sharp stamp on the brake, the car stopped right before Xie Lei's eyes.

"The first day... and it was already done?" A vein throbbed visibly on Ymir's forehead. It had clearly been completed on the very first day, yet he had deliberately toyed with people for a full week. Moreover, if she hadn't asked, Ryan apparently had no intention of bringing it up at all.

Real Madrid narrowly carried three points away from San Mamés Stadium with a 3:1 away victory. In the post-match press conference, when facing the microphones, Jonk admitted that it was a very difficult match, and the atmosphere of this stadium reminded him of playing away at Anfield.

Therefore, Du Lihong half-believed Xie Lei's words, wondering if this might be a trick! Society nowadays was extremely complicated, and scammers came up with endless tricks that were impossible to guard against.

Cristiano Ronaldo's expression changed slightly, but he immediately smiled, stood up, and walked toward the VIP platform. He had originally thought he could surpass Messi to take second place, but to his surprise, he had finished third.

Lifting his gaze, he was met with a wave of crying, which almost shocked all of Zhao Ziyang's uncles—from his eldest aunt's husband to his second aunt's husband—out of their wits.

In truth, it was not a shot at all; Jonk simply wanted to pass the ball before Bari could block it. While running, he immediately leaped, jumped to the highest point, arched his back, and stretched his left leg as far as possible to hook the football.

"Kakashi, how do you feel?" Tsunade asked nervously, holding the bandages she had just removed.

At that moment, I lost my balance in mid-air, and with an oversized palm pressing down from above, my body plummeted in a straight line toward the ground below, closely followed by the gigantic hand from above.

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Spring Grass immediately lashed out with a kick at Wan Feng, who hurriedly dodged. Lü Ziqi cast a sinister glare at Wan Feng, causing the latter to prudently shut his mouth, terrified that Lü Ziqi might drag him out to the main street for a sparring match, which would be a humiliating embarrassment all the way in Qingyang City.

They say foreigners are both pragmatic and open, and it turns out to be true. This strapping eight-foot-tall man actually sat on a stone bench by the street and wept, leaving me utterly embarrassed.

A surge of air directly blasted the police officers on the hands and feet outside the warning line, leaving only the officer who was gripping the ghost fiend's head. However, upon closer inspection, one could see that the ghost fiend's hands were tightly locked onto that officer's arms without moving, its pitch-black, five-centimeter-long nails deeply embedded into the officer's flesh and bone.

Every single one of his facial features looked as though it had been meticulously sculpted by the heavens, perfect without a single flaw.

Thus, she subconsciously stepped down the bus stop stairs, walked to the roadside where traffic roared by, and assumed a posture ready to board a vehicle.

Seeing this, Tian Tian greased the soles of her feet and slipped away, because she had no desire to be on television or seek the spotlight.

"Eww!" Even Old Man Bo felt thoroughly uncomfortable just saying it, while Mu Xichen looked at his feet with a look of despair and pointed at them.

Seeing that the emperor had taken his words to heart, Wan Feng finally let out a sigh of relief. Back when they first heard of the emperor's actions, both Wan Feng and Lü Ziqi had feared that the emperor's eyes would be blinded by ambition. Lü Ziqi was especially worried that Wan Feng's opposition upon arriving in the capital would provoke the emperor's displeasure and harm Wan Feng. Now, it seemed his judgment had not been wrong after all.

In Lü Ziqi's impression, Spring Grass had always been someone who spoke her mind and acted decisively; this was the first time she had spoken to him in earnest, pleading tones, using the language of consultation.

Although John was not the man of her liking, he had helped her father, and she ought to repay him.

He was waiting—waiting for the opponent to make a move. Only when the other party struck would he have the opportunity to unravel the problem before him.

In reality, there was another reason: Denmark was the weakest among all the nations claiming sovereignty over the Arctic, while countries like China, Britain, and France were covertly intervening in the scramble for the Arctic.

"It's me. You seem to have never lived a good life," Zhuang Lan gazed at him apathetically, without a shred of pity.

"Hmph, cut the crap. Come back with me right now to urge the growth of the old ginseng; we need to gather the ginseng seeds first!" Without offering any room for discussion, Tian Lin grabbed Zhuang Lan and pulled him into the city.

"A replica of a landscape stained with blood!" As Yise Jinci spoke, he produced another spiritual chart that had already been completed.

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Following the joint crackdown by the military and the police, all the subordinates of this major drug lord had been wiped out, and he himself had reached the end of his rope, lingering on the threshold of death. Yet unexpectedly, he still had a liquid bomb hidden inside his teeth, which he defiantly detonated just as Chen Qingzhi subdued him.

Apprised of these circumstances, Chen Qingzhi was profoundly shaken, lying blankly in the trench as he stared in disbelief at the unfolding scene, his eyes filled with shock.

After Guo Tong's affairs were exposed, Su's father and mother only mentioned what could be told, saying merely that Guo Tong had strayed onto a crooked path, ruined another family, and caused the death of an innocent child.

The surrounding crowd also looked eagerly at Li Dong; from their anxious expressions, it was clear they were equally desperate to know the truth of the matter.

Tadun glanced at Gao Shun and took the letter. The contents of the letter were roughly that Zhao Yi had sent Gao Shun into the Wuhuan tribe to contact Tadun, and the two sides would discuss a major undertaking. Afterward, Zhao Yi would support Tadun in becoming the leader of the Wuhuan tribe.

Tadun had some familiarity with Han etiquette, and he waved his hand to invite Zhou Ping and Gao Shun to proceed. Zhou Ping walked with his hands behind his back, exuding the graceful demeanor of a master. Moreover, he always strode half a step ahead of Tadun and Gao Shun, as if he were the commander of this troop of Wuhuan soldiers—an imposing bearing that deeply shocked the officials and commoners of the Wuhuan tribe.

At this, Zhang Jiaze fell silent. Pondering the matter through and through, he could not figure out where his wife had obtained the intelligence. Seeing her serious expression, it was as if she had already caught him in a vice grip. Zhang Jiaze simply chose to keep quiet; he still remembered the ancient adage that speaking too much leads to error.

Su Zhiyang listened quietly and made no reply upon hearing this. Not weaker than Zhou Buyi meant he was strong enough to contend with Mu Yuyang. Such strength was indeed formidable.

So much so that it made her feel the ever-changing world was cruel enough to induce despair... yet wonderful enough to yearn for.

Qin Yingyue smiled, her mind already filled with questions. Naturally unable to figure out what was going on for the moment, and to avoid causing chaos, she decided it was wisest to remain silent.

The lamps he had crafted previously were ordinary light fixtures—the so-called incandescent lamps—which were very low in cost and suited the needs of the shelter's early establishment.

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