Chapter 158: Like a Little Kitten

While searching, she began to hear a commotion outside. It turned out to be Qian Youcai along with several other bald, elderly men. Wondering if she somehow had bad luck with bald men, Yuan Xiangdie felt she had been seeing them constantly lately.

Still, since they had all arrived, she was determined to walk away with something. Naturally, she hid herself near the most secluded wardrobe—a towering piece of furniture standing much taller than a person.

Beneath the bottom shelf was a row of empty hangers; previously used for garments, there was just enough room for a person to stand. Slipping in quite naturally, she found the air fresh and the sounds muffled.

"Qian Youcai, don't forget that everything you have today is thanks to us..."

Hearing the call, Zhiqiu immediately let go of Gu Qinghuan's leg, gathered a pile of rouge and powder boxes from her own room, and, keeping the excuse Gu Qinghuan had taught her in mind, walked toward Juanyun's room.

Realizing she had lost her target, Du Weiwei stamped her foot in frustration, but then a cunning smile crossed her face. Gu Jun had mentioned earlier that he would be taking a boat back, so heading to the port to wait for him was bound to be the right move.

After all, no matter how terrifying an entity might be, once you see it often enough, it ceases to be quite so frightening.

Upon hearing Tang Yu'ang's words, the burly man behind him instantly charged forward, proving to be an Xiantian-stage master as well.

Ling Zimo leapt into the air, flying toward the crimson moon hanging in the sky. Suddenly, a streak of blood-red energy descended from above, slashing straight toward him. Ling Zimo hurriedly circulated his primordial energy to resist the attack of the red moon.

Her lower lip curled tightly inward while the upper lip flipped outward exposing ghastly white teeth, dripping with a black, viscous liquid that was utterly nauseating.

To conceal the fact that items could materialize out of thin air in his hands, he feigned putting his hand into his pocket and pulled out a beaded bracelet.

Raising his hand, he swept it backward, sending over a dozen blue-glowing water bullets flying out from his palm to violently slam into the water corpse.

Xuan Zhige forced out an intensely flattering smile that bordered on despair, whispering and begging Baili Jingchen to spare her.

Shen Weiwei was already at the limit of her patience, and upon being told to recount the events herself, she angrily explained the entire sequence of what had happened.

With her back turned to the outside, Bai Xiyue pondered a countermeasure. She had a habit of keeping toxic powder on her person; the moment she caught the intruder off guard, she could strike her target. Holding her breath, she gauged the person's distance, and as the figure drew close, she spun around and scattered the powder toward her target.

Of course, no one dared to slap him across the face. Everyone here was connected to the cultivation world and understood the immense weight represented by that Bagua symbol.

Ever since then, he had harbored an intense hatred for the State of Zhao, continually offering strategies to the King of Qin to help weaken it. This involvement implicated his family back in Zhao, causing them to defect to Qin as well. They became undercover agents within Zhao's borders, transmitting intelligence to Qin and assisting in executing its plans.

Even if the Emperor hadn't promised to protect her and ensure her a life free of worries, he would never have pushed her out to trade for peace.

Before she even had time to raise her head and make out the stranger's features, she automatically apologized. After all, anyone frequently prowling these narrow alleys was either a drunkard or a gambler—none of them were to be trifled with.

"Where are people?" Li Yuan asked in sheer astonishment. Having held out for so long during the apocalypse by relying on the cafeteria's stored supplies, they had now reached the end of their rope. Several search parties sent out previously had never returned; whether they had died or simply fled and abandoned them remained unknown.

He proved quite cooperative, even taking a face mask out of his pocket and putting it on. Tsk, the two of them were major celebrities now.

Guided by a mysterious summons echoing from the depths, it had struggled through the relentless interception of countless subterranean creatures until it finally burrowed right beside the space gemstone.

Yun Jiaowei lowered her head slightly. "I want to study earlier..." Her voice trailed off, growing softer and softer until it became completely inaudible.

If Cui Shaojiu wanted to make Huang Man'er his personal guard right now, given the immense debt of gratitude from saving his mother's life, Huang Man'er would undoubtedly agree. However, Cui Shaojiu was not the type of person who liked to leverage favors for personal gain, so he kept silent about it.

The exact moment the bullet touched him, his forehead suddenly dissolved into molecules, allowing the bullet to pass right through his skull.

Frowning, he stood in place and looked at the celestial mother, assuming she simply had something more to say to him.