In the dimly lit basement.
Shen Qingxue was tightly wound by the rough hemp rope, her body in an unnatural position, fixed to the central wooden bench of the house.
Her long hair was disheveled, falling over her shoulders.
A few strands of hair were stuck to her cheek, highlighting her pale and emaciated face.
Her eyes flickered with a mixture of unyielding and terror.
The basement was a cramped and oppressive space, with its four walls faded and dilapidated.
The seeping chill from the exposed brick cracks mingled with the pervasive mildew odor in the air, creating an suffocating atmosphere.
Feeble light filtered through a slightly ajar small window.
These faint rays could only barely outline this space...
In the dimly lit basement.
Shen Qingxue was tightly bound by coarse hemp ropes, her body contorted into an unnatural position, immobilized on the worn wooden stool in the center of the room.
Her long hair was disheveled, falling over her shoulders.
A few strands of hair were stuck to her cheek, highlighting her pale and emaciated face.
In the field of jewelry appraisal in China, the ancient master is unparalleled, and every piece of jewelry appraised by him has seen its value skyrocket. His disciples and descendants are scattered throughout the world, and his reputation in the jewelry trade is unmatched.
The person being held captive at the moment was still unaware that they had just come back from the gates of death, only realizing that they had been saved after a moment of confusion. There were some who cried and some who laughed, causing a chaotic scene on the spot.
Hei Ku Mei threw away the soft sword in her hand, covered her face with both hands, looked at Zhao Zixian with teary eyes, bit her lips and didn't speak.
Opportunities are not frequent, and luck is unpredictable. Only by maximizing one's strengths, taking proactive actions, can one create more opportunities and luck.
After Hu Zhanwu recognized him, he didn't recognize the person either. Through the records of the inn, they found out his identity, he was called Zhen Zhitao, not a native of Xihai City, but from Xingshan City. With these two clues, Li San and Tang Long went to Xingshan City to investigate, and Qin Dandan drove all the way.
It was a tall man, holding a huge sword in his right hand and a large shield in his left. His whole body was composed of white mist, swaying uncertainly in the chill wind, but every movement of his body and even the expression on his face was perfectly clear.
The sound of his fingers and toes creaking under the punishment device was heard by Yanyu, a faint cracking noise that caused her body to involuntarily tremble.
"It's difficult to determine the cause of death of the deceased, just by looking at a head," Tang Long turned the head over, and then said. "From the cut on the neck, it seems that the deceased was directly hit by a blunt instrument. The murderer was ruthless."
Suddenly, the mercenary leader came in and gave Xiang Ye a letter. The envelope was empty.
A hooligan with a donkey-like face walked towards Xiao Fan and others, his stride unrecognizable as kinship.
People and Hospital is one of the top private hospitals in the capital city, able to accommodate people at least in the new middle class. Qiao Sanning also hoped to pay back the kindness by doing something for Lu Zheng's hospital.
Several men were seated in the car on the side, and when they saw this scene, they were excited.
The solitude around him sent a shiver down his spine, a coldness that rose from the depths of his soul, colder than being up in the air.
Qiao Sanning's reputation soared with two long posts, as people began to suspect that the supposed "proof and facts" were not only meant to smear the blogger Zhao Qiao but could even be the work of a competitor.
Therefore, when facing his son who didn't want to take over the Jiang family, he who had been quietly striving for his parents' attention, finally found himself on the highest ship drifting in the storm, holding the rudder to drive forward.
After the physician had left, Gan Shi held the young child in her arms, gently patting and comforting him, feeling a pang of pain.
When Zhu Xiaoyan entered the inner hall, the doctor who usually asked for advice in Luoshan Hall had already arranged the two injured people in a separate room in an orderly manner.
Zhou Jia Peng could not wait any longer, but he could only draw some tissue paper from his assistant's hand and then walk straight into the men's washroom.
She suddenly remembered something. At the Tang Yun auction, she had posed as Tang Yun to con Mu Qing into revealing that Mu Qing had contacted the "mistress" man using Su Man's phone.
Even if a disbanded cultivator is promoted one day and the continent is restored, they cannot ascend to heaven.
