Volume One, Chapter 114: A Ghost?
“Alright, since you want to see it, then follow me.” Zhao Weijun now held a great fondness for Montage and naturally would not refuse his request.
Watching the two of them walk away, Chen Fei quickly followed suit.
Half an hour later...
They arrived near an ancient city wall.
Upon arrival, a chilling sensation swept over the group, as if unseen eyes were watching them.
Just as Bian Yuanhang was about to introduce himself, he was abruptly stopped by Wang Zhaohui, who had anticipated this moment.
Tang Yulan’s expression froze in surprise as she glanced at her left arm, finding no bloodstains on her coat.
Upon seeing that Guo Huitong was contacting him, Hao Yu hurriedly answered the call. Hearing the familiar voice and seeing the adorable face projected before him, Hao Yu joyfully chatted, even breaking into a silly smile.
“I believe we’ve said enough already. Now I want to discuss the protesters who suddenly barged in earlier,” Jade said, breaking from the expected course.
Everyone at the table rose, raising their glasses—some filled with wine, others with spirits—clinking them with a show of formality.
Lin Aqi, ignoring the person who bumped into her, didn’t look back but quickly thanked the one who helped her up and dashed toward the place where the others were discussing.
Tang Yulan’s brow furrowed in confusion as she looked over the three corpses behind her, all tightly wrapped. Could she be mistaken?
The middle-aged man tossed his cigarette aside, grabbed an iron rod nearby, and swung it fiercely at the Labrador.
Qianshan began to feel uncertain, but as the spiritual energy of the world continued to strengthen, the direction should be correct. It seemed they hadn’t yet reached the end.
The two returned indoors and handed the fish to Xing Sanniang. Her expression was indifferent at first, but when Lin Aqi offered her the wild mountain yams hidden behind her back, her eyes brightened slightly.
He strolled unhurriedly into what should be the most important room, where a dozen dark, sinister demons awaited.
A quick glance revealed at least forty or fifty figures, of whom Ye Fei recognized about a dozen. Excluding Wu Yongcheng and Yang Guang, the remaining ten or so were members of the Western River Society.
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“Yes, I understand. Godfather, don’t worry, I will definitely complete the task. I even thought you might be against Qin Mei, so now I’m relieved!” Fu Mei said happily.
Duan Faxuan’s words chilled more human warriors. Facing such a terrifying opponent, did they still stand a chance?
“Actually, saving you is simple. We only need that one thing—the event that happened that night. The drug power within you will dissipate, and you’ll be fine!” Ye Long told Black Butterfly.
Huo Bao was utterly speechless. Suddenly, he realized that the miserable state of the General with the Curved Curtain was well deserved.
Unexpectedly, Hu Han San’s back seemed to have eyes; with a slight lean to the left, he dodged Lin Wei’s vicious palm strike.
Following the map, Huo Bao soared on clouds and mist, swiftly arriving at the destination—a deserted, dilapidated temple hidden deep within the dense forest.
Five young men dressed as wealthy heirs were tied to stone pillars on the east side of the grand arena. On the west side, five imperial cultivators with sealed powers were similarly bound.
While searching for information on these individuals on the main computer, Li Daoran pondered the earlier questions troubling his mind.
The Xue family patriarch’s face stiffened. It was better to leave it be; who knew what secrets lay there? Even the Lu family had guarded it all night without daring to go up.
During his stay at the Tang Army camp, his livestream gained a few new followers—mostly bandits and ordinary border residents of the Tang dynasty.
No one had ever faced ten battle kites alone before; nobody imagined how severe the toll on his body would be.
Donkey Shit Egg’s surface was smooth, and the temple gate seemed imposing and majestic, but inside was a desolate courtyard with only a main hall and two side chambers. There were almost no pilgrims, and not a single Taoist priest in sight.
Li Sangyu stepped out of Zhao Hongmei’s room. Perhaps it was her imagination, but she felt the night was too quiet. However, since she no longer heard the sound of sharpening knives, she didn’t think much and headed straight to the dining hall.
Chi Shuyan said nothing, narrowing her eyes as she kept staring at Yang Lan. Yang Lan was taken aback by the intense gaze. Before she could speak, Chi Shuyan suddenly grasped her arm.
Fortunately, his family had no mischievous, inconsiderate younger brother. Just imagining their spiritual rice being gifted away one day made him want to vomit blood. His parents would surely confront the culprit first, perhaps even chop off their hands.
Chen Lin stepped forward to cover Dan Junhao with a blanket, then looked at Yu Xin to explain their current predicament.
Lin Qingze and Lin Qingcheng exchanged a glance, then looked toward Lin Qingyue, who sat behind the closed door. After a brief exchange, they each went their separate ways.
Amid the chaos, Jiang Xuan’s true form reached for the Law of Fate. Instantly, the tribe chieftain’s eyes reddened, resembling a bloodthirsty wolf.
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“What, what are you doing?” In a panic, he hastily grabbed the blanket, anxiously turning to ask Xiao Haiying.
Caught off guard when his thoughts were exposed, Yu Mingming instinctively retorted. Then, realizing his question was essentially an admission, he tried to deny it. But denying would complicate revealing the truth afterward, so his logic collapsed, and he blurted out nonsense.
Early the next morning, Ye Feng led Ye Yunyang and others onto the city wall to oversee the guard’s shift change.
Xu Han shouted fiercely as his enormous thunder fist shot forth, forcing all the warriors in its path to cough up blood and retreat.
“Uncle Xue, what on earth is going on?” a Chen family expert hesitated.
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