Chapter 21

“Second Brother Ergou, please don’t be angry. My companion isn’t right in the head. You’re generous; I’ll give you five hundred more as an apology.” Li Fuyou hurried over to plead for Lin Chen as he saw the tense atmosphere.

After centuries of struggle, the necromancers finally evolved into today’s spirit summoners, thereby escaping religious persecution. Moreover, under the media’s portrayal, spirit summoners have been further admired and accepted by the public.

During this, Li Yongle stole a glance at his opponent and saw a somewhat dark expression on his face. Yet, he felt a secret thrill. Although shopping was boring and a waste of energy, Li Yongle was genuinely enjoying himself now.

Later, Qin Li’s clone was formed, and now, with Thor Yuan’s help, Qin Li’s clone could not only mimic Qin Li’s appearance but also assume an additional identity.

“Shhh!” A sharp slicing sound rang out as Genji threw his shuriken. The darts flew, puncturing flesh with wet slashes. The Snow Country soldiers fell in a flurry until Genji exhausted all his throwing weapons.

After all, if the opponent were to act, life or death could be decided in moments. Although Xiao Ru’s reactions were good, Lin Chen felt it was safer to keep the steering wheel firmly in his own hands.

Yang Xiao smiled lightly. In response to Wei Yixiao’s gaze, he gave a slight nod as a return greeting but revealed no hint of his thoughts—truly a man of deep cunning.

“This really is a tricky fellow,” Ai Fang, from the Lion King Academy’s lounge, gazed darkly at the arena.

Still nursing his wounds, Lin Chen did not want to act now and risk prolonging his recovery—a cost too great to bear.

Ximen Kuang glanced at the sky, then turned to see Cao Shuang, usually carefree, now wearing a serious expression. Suddenly, he seemed a bit mysterious.

When a man in white, strikingly handsome and with a harmless smile, appeared before Su Baobei and Hei Ya, both felt awkward.

The truly foolish pig only knows how to eat and then sleep, living a carefree life. That’s the kind of blissful existence many dream of but never attain.

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She still didn’t reject genuinely innocent and kind people. Though she found them a little too naïve, they were also the easiest to deceive.

“Do you regret it?” Qiu Lingyang squinted, casting a threatening look as if daring him to utter the word ‘regret,’ promising to deal with him thoroughly if he did.

Chen Yu turned away with a cold face to change clothes. Lin Meike, realizing she had spoken out of turn, shrugged, hugged her tablet, put on her earphones, and went to watch her Korean drama.

At that moment, Murong Heng was pinning Xia Mo down, their posture brimming with intimacy. Upon hearing Dujuan’s voice, they immediately separated and sat upright, acting properly.

Guo Zilin had a restless night, her mind replaying Qin Chi’s words and Lin Wanyi’s matters repeatedly. Early next morning, with dark circles under her eyes, she applied a thick layer of makeup before daring to step outside.

Instructor Yu Haoyang of the special training team immediately led his members to pilot the spaceship, tracking the flying saucer based on radar signals.

Raising his hand to strike, he saw the figure, already dejected, retreating under the magnolia tree. Rain soaked his clothes; his pale robe stained a faint blue. No matter how one looked at it, he appeared pitiable.

“Are you very afraid of him?” Feng Hua was surprised to discover that even Chang Chang could tolerate himself, merely to avoid that puppet. She couldn’t understand this.

Jia Zhengjin was also brought to this place by the group, deciding to stay overnight and continue exploring the next morning.

The madam running Cuihong Building for Ximen Qing did her job splendidly and was quite proud. She assumed Wu Song was an old hand who had seen many brothels, so she asked him questions to show off her skills.

Zhang Yulan noticed faint red glimmers in the dark among the trees. On closer look, they were bayberries.

“Lord Vermilion Bird Holy Emperor, what... what did you hear?” A white-haired elder of the Azure Dragon Holy Sect asked gravely.

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Upon arriving, a majestic aura slowly emanated from eight blocks of white jade. As it appeared, it transformed instantly into overwhelming murderous intent, chilling to the bone and soul-stirring.

I always felt trapped between one guess and another, only to laugh bitterly when I realized all guesses were false.

Today’s chapter isn’t a sudden burst but a catch-up for previously missed updates. I didn’t expect to finish so late. This afternoon, I received a call from my mother saying the elder had been hospitalized—not seriously. I planned to come over after finishing the writing. However, after posting the second chapter and starting the third, the elder’s condition worsened, so I rushed to the hospital.

At present, Bai Shan’s reported numbers of their own and enemy forces far exceeded everyone’s expectations.

He indeed did not intend to kill the old man now. If the old man’s death alerted Cangsongzi, it would be counterproductive, ruining Wang Lin’s plan.

“Is it really that miraculous? Well then, thank you, madam. We’ll try it right now.” Guo Mengmeng looked at the old lady with admiration, doubting the story was fake. She was confused—could this old immortal truly predict fate? Otherwise, why was she praised like a true deity?

Meanwhile, Jin Kang was venting in the Fengming Desert. After being struck by a sword, Xing Chu was thrown into the desert, blacking out as he felt himself dragged by quicksand into a bottomless abyss, losing consciousness.

If Xi Zhan had been there, he would have been dumbfounded. This skill surpassed many in the troops, especially since he always saw Rong Lang as someone to protect.