Wu Siliu

You won't understand it before you want to understand it.
After living with the old cripple for eighteen years, Shu Guan discovered that cultivation was actually a simple matter.
On the azure sea, a massive fleet of steel ships sailed against the wind and waves. Beneath the deep sea, a giant dragon opened its golden eyes and coldly looked up. 
Fighter jets roared, cutting through the clouds. Ahead, a large wing descended from the clouds, and a crane cried out in the vast sky. 
On the battlefield, artillery fire filled the sky, bullets flew, and amidst it all, sword energy could be faintly heard. 
This is a world where technology has risen, yet myths have not dissipated. 
The path to immortality has been severed, leaving only a solitary figure walking alone.

I Came From The Xanadu

It was then that Shu Guan finally looked up and saw the young girl's face clearly.


The young girl had a round apple face, which wasn't as stunning as her bear-like eyes, but she still embodied cuteness and charm. Her petite and well-proportioned body exuded a unique quality, a blend of innocence and intelligence. The girl, with a simple ponytail tied behind her head, stood there sleepily.


After saying a sentence, she seemed ready to turn around and go back upstairs to sleep.


When Wang Maorong asked her how this man died, she gave the answer, so returning to sleep now was a reasonable course of action.


The girl opened her sleepy eyes and glanced at Shu Guan, her gaze curiously sweeping across the mask he wore.


However, after stopping the girl, Shu Guan found himself at a loss for what to ask.


He came to this pharmacy to discover the cause of Zhang Hushan's death.


Chapter 52: Not a Coincidence