Serious Board Game, Such an Unserious Interrogation

Standing closest, Xia Yiwei asked with a stiff expression:

"Mind if I ask something?"

"Is... is your family in the funeral business?"

Fang Xinran shook her head and replied:

"My parents are both rural teachers. I grew up in a small village."

"The corpses I mentioned aren't human—they're animal carcasses."

Xia Yiwei let out a long breath, muttering to herself:

"You scared me! I thought you meant people..."

"Wait, animals are still weird though!"

Zhao Xun couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath, while everyone else in the room stood frozen, mouths agape.

Shen Si traced the dagger against Ouyang Zhi's chest, the sharp blade just barely slicing through the fabric of his clothes.

The homeroom teacher of Zhiyan was named Fang Fang. She had moved from a smaller city to this provincial capital after graduating from a prestigious normal university, having just completed her master's degree two years prior. Like most young people, she chose to stay in the big city to chase her dreams rather than return to her hometown for a quieter life.

In this battle of family backgrounds, the early stages relied entirely on the efforts of the great cultivators, who did their best to gather as much information as possible for the Confucian faction.

Benben's words snapped Tianmu back to reality. Only then did they realize the flaw in the printed grounding device—a flaw so frustrating it was downright disheartening.

"No. I don’t want to stay here a second longer." Siren stared coldly at him, gently pulling her hand away before resolutely walking toward the door.

"Feeling better? Should I take you upstairs?" Concern clouded Ke Xiao's judgment as he watched her discomfort. All other thoughts vanished—he just wanted her to feel better. Though reluctant, he suggested she rest early.

Qin Man spurred his horse forward. Meng Ziyun had been brooding over the day’s events, itching to teach those bandits a lesson. Now, his blade was already drawn.

With Elder Lin overseeing the Song family, even if Nie Ting came in person, they shouldn’t be able to do much harm.

When the surrounding disciples heard Lu Ge’s name, their faces filled with awe and reverence.

Dowry Condition Six: After the wedding, we must wait until I turn eighteen before consummating the marriage. Until then, we sleep in separate rooms.

"It’s alright. Design work is exhausting, but I enjoy it," Youyou said with a smile.

His body stiffened for a brief moment before Long Wanhe collapsed to the ground—dead in an instant.

The Blood Ancestor’s Lair was fraught with danger at every turn. After much deliberation, Luo Xuan decided to turn back and search for him, finally finding the exhausted Blood Hunt Earl leaning against a rocky wall, panting heavily.

What exactly happened during those five days and four nights? After being kidnapped, what horrors had Li Yuetong endured at the hands of her captors? Yang Ruoli didn’t even dare to imagine, much less ask.

A cold smirk curled on Mu Yun’s lips, lending his jade-like face an eerie, unfathomable depth.

Feng Junyang, pleased with his scheme, couldn’t help but smirk. Afraid Chen Nian might notice, he quickly schooled his expression and shifted to rest his head on her lap.

She struggled to catch her breath, her gasps growing ragged. Just as Liang Yimo began to give in, Ye Chen slowed his movements, withdrawing his invading tongue and instead lazily nibbling at her swollen lips.

After escorting Feng Xinlan home, he prepared to leave. Since her marriage with Gao Ziliang had fallen apart, they’d lived separate lives—though still legally married. Feng Xinlan had moved back in with her family.

"You refuse to come home with me, even though it’d be more comfortable. Maybe you wouldn’t feel so awful there." Yang Ruoli pretended to flip through the newspaper, ignoring him. Qin Fengzhan sighed in resignation.

Let her stay locked up. Even if he couldn’t kill her to vent his anger, she’d still suffer the torment of guilt and the dread of not knowing what might happen next.