Volume One, Chapter Ninety-Seven: Dice Game

All right.

As the disturbance in the World of Ten Thousand Demons’ Tree stirred in the distance, Montechi stopped in his tracks, abandoning his plan to leave.

He let the woman take his arm and lead him toward the booth.

“Would the beauty care to introduce herself?” Chen Fei asked with a whistle when she sat down.

“My name is Su Wan. Those who know me well all call me Wan’er.”

Su Wan smiled faintly and gave her name.

“Su Wan. What a lovely name, and fitting too. Come, let’s have a drink.”

Chen Fei raised his glass from afar, inviting her to drink with him.

The Guard Office maintained garrisons in all eight districts of Yacheng. Beyond the River of Human Essence stood a rather large compound. Each district housed about a hundred guards, and all their eating, drinking, and living needs were handled there.

That night was destined to be a long one for many people. Xie Daoyun was one of them. Though she had not sent anyone to keep watch over her husband’s movements, since they were staying in the governor’s residence, Yu Nanzi surely would not miss such an opportunity. Though vexed, she was powerless to stop it, and could only drift into sleep with a faintly bitter heart.

Last time at the Mo household, Yan Manman had already spoken out in front of everyone, so this time, when she spoke again, the father and son of the Mo family showed no surprise, only some suspicion.

Step by step, he hauled the king from the viewing platform toward the execution platform at the center of the arena. From ministers and generals to guards and commoners, everyone in the Kingdom of Suffering simply backed away. Who would dare step forward to save the ruler?

With anger burning in his chest, Ye Qiang ignored the danger of bullets striking him and charged forward. In terms of footwork, he was confident he was no worse than anyone else, and once he closed the distance, these elites among ordinary men would have no choice but to take his blades head-on.

The villagers who had been laughing and refusing to leave blocked the front and rear of the truck, especially near the cab. A few burly men even wanted to smash the vehicle with wooden clubs over some flimsy pretext, making their threat clear. It looked as though they wanted to extort money, so they kept pestering her without end. She had no choice but to use her spiritual barrier to protect the truck.

The fiend looked human enough, with all limbs intact and features rather handsome, except for the absence of clothing and adornment. It appeared male.

Gao Cai was overjoyed. He hurried outside, and there he saw Sun Wukong and his party already at the door. In a fluster, he smiled and invited them in.

“You may fight or kill me, and I will welcome it at any time. But if you slander me, even trying to pin some baseless charge on me and use the court to have me killed, I will not take the bait.” Li Mu, the one truly stirring trouble with rumors, said with a smile.

The ministers emerged from the court with drooping heads, while only the martial general who had won that man’s favor strode out with his head held high, paying no one any mind.

“Oh, right. I heard the four missing people all came looking for you. Do you know where they are?” Liu Yuxuan inched closer again, his eyes fixed tightly on me.

Master Wang had probably never seen such a terrifying spirit before. He stepped back two paces, then stared cautiously at Mr. Huang, his hand repeatedly probing inside his trouser pocket, no one knowing what he was reaching for.

Qin Xie suddenly lifted his head. The words before did not matter; the final eight had entered his ears and settled deep in his heart, dissolving all bitterness until it turned sweet as honey. He edged closer and closer, and when he saw no sign of resistance, he lightly leaned against the shoulder, watching the candlelight on the lamp stand.

Some faces were no longer recognizable, the flesh a mangled blur. Their teeth were blackened and jagged, and in their nostrils and the hollowed eye sockets where the eyes had been gouged out still clung thick, black, tar-like fluid.

For Wang Xuanyuan, such a production budget was undoubtedly attractive. A larger budget meant grander set pieces, more moving dramatic turns, and even more explosive action scenes. Compared with the fifteen million that Reeves had offered him, it was a full ten million more.

He nodded and said with a faint smile, “Then I shall not intrude further.” With that, he walked straight over to a chair beside a cluster of machines and sat down.

A beautiful spinning kick flew out, aimed straight at the man’s groin. If it landed, he would be crippled at best, and dead at worst.

Liu Bi nodded to show he understood, then vanished once more, entering a talisman hanging on the wall. Since Mr. Huang had borrowed its umbrella to nurture a soul, it had not gone in there again.