Chapter 85

In the hearts of Li Junyao and Li Ruotong, curiosity still lingered as to why Lu Xuan sought out the assassin from Soul Extinguish. Could it be that Lu Xuan wanted him to kill someone? Yet, to their surprise, Jiang Dalang simply left like that. Surely, they couldn't just chase after him and commit murder, could they? Besides, the hidden threat lurking in the shadows was not utilizing Jiang Dalang, so there was no need for such a pointless act.

“The Chu army’s withdrawal has its reasons, but the sudden breach of agreement by the Wei army and their retreat inevitably arouses suspicion. Do you think this could be a ruse to lure the enemy?” An Ruixiang asked anxiously.

“If this matter ever reaches the young master, what will become of us…” the first maid said with clear worry.

“How does barrier magic conceal one’s whereabouts? Are we supposed to turn invisible?” Fern asked in confusion.

After Enze left, Chu Shiyu had not slept, though she remained in bed. After a while, the sound of rain intensified outside the window.

“This time, I fear we can only rely on ourselves. Though they may not harm us for now, as long as we’re trapped here, sooner or later they’ll come up with a way,” Fern said, staring at the wine in her glass, her brows tightly knit.

This was the second time Qin Aofeng felt defeated. As the noble Southern King, he now couldn’t even find a single living soul.

“Damn it, Ray, stop focusing on these trivial details. With that time, better think about what we’re going to do tomorrow.” Fern had already reached the cave entrance, turning back to look at the mage.

As long as his own islanders were unharmed, he likewise had no wish to hurt others.

Perhaps wanting a clear break from the past, Ouyang Che, with the help of Li Zhishi and others, managed to move next door to Li Zhishi’s residence within a day, the two homes separated only by a single courtyard wall.

He recalled every detail of that moment, confirming there were no flaws, yet even so, restlessness gnawed at him, and he could not muster any energy for anything.

“Felt pretty good when you were groping me just now, didn’t it? Wasn’t it enjoyable?” the big dog said, its human speech laced with a thick, mocking tone.

Though the words were spoken plainly, in the heart of the Descendant of Darkness, their true meaning was that Zhu Sha was already seen as a transcendent figure, destined to be the future paragon of the Magnificent Spirit Domain.

“All men are like this. After all, David comes from that family—being a bit unfaithful is nothing unusual. Just tolerate it and it’ll pass. There’s no need for David to make such a scene. Your grandfather values the cooperation between the families. Now is not the time for you to drag your grandfather and the ancestral patriarch into this,” Luo Jing advised Han Fei.

“How could I be so unlucky, to encounter such a situation?!” Bei Kong was limp all over, replaying the words he had just uttered, convinced he was doomed. His heart was empty and desolate, the future utterly bleak, with no hope in sight.

For ease of travel in the desert, Nie Wei and Li Chengshi both changed into practical clothing. Li Chengshi drove the jeep in the direction indicated by the map copy.

As Du Jue’s oppressive presence descended, Jun Mowu first felt a heavy pressure, then sensed the Hongjun Pagoda in his mind suddenly unfurl and spin rapidly.

Meanwhile, the pursuers behind were thrown into chaos, their roars echoing, yet none dared to continue the chase.

On the Red Dragon’s side, faces flushed red, each one shouting at the top of their lungs. Yan Ting, sitting there with a sour expression, found it hard to maintain his composure when he saw Yan Yu’s demeanor.

Many locals brushed past Bai Zijie with great warmth, making Tang Xin see him in a new light.

To look even more miserable, Obai smeared a handful of ash on his face before getting up, so that people would immediately think his face had just enjoyed an intimate encounter with the ground.

A sharp scythe burst from the belly of the burly man—the foreleg of the Sky Mantis. “Crunch, crunch,” the Sky Mantis feasted eagerly. For it, the flesh and blood of these humans was a precious remedy to heal its wounds.

To view reality dialectically: what is right does not always meet the needs of the times, and what is wrong does not necessarily bring only dire consequences. Adapting to the moment and weighing gains and losses is a profound art.

Chen Zige forced out three words through clenched teeth, the hatred in his eyes plain for all to see. After all, he had no intention of stopping yet.

I nodded solemnly, said nothing more, and gulped it down. “Ugh!” The potion was horribly bitter, unbearable even for someone like me who had drunk rat’s blood before.

Yet Gu Pan soon noticed that Jiang Hao had no intention of leaving at all. Instead, he raised his right hand and reached toward her face.

Here, most zombies were of the intelligent kind, and once they possessed a body, they would not let it decay—making it hard for ordinary people to notice.

“I don’t care about that reward. My performance has nothing to do with the benefits mentioned above,” Jiang Hao declared earnestly.

It could be determined that this family of three first suffered carbon monoxide poisoning, and then, when the fire broke out, were burned alive in their home. There were no other traces.

A wild wind howled through a canyon, where many semi-transparent, shadowy black creatures roamed.

“Brother Qi, don’t worry. Since he’s come in person today, everything will become clear,” Bai Muktong said, gently playing with two walnuts in his hand before crushing them to dust with his true energy, scattering the fragments at his feet.

Only pure machines could approach, but even then, they would emit a burst of intense electromagnetic light and explode.

Qi Aizhen and Kou Xu naturally heard Ye Tianyi’s voice as well, listening in breathless concentration, but both shook their heads.

This old man refused to speak while eating, lecturing me about “no talking while eating, no talking in bed.” Not speaking while eating I could accept, but not talking in bed? That’s only possible for single folks playing on their phones alone at night.

Nearly a month had passed since the last turmoil, and Bu Qianhuai now lived a somewhat leisurely life in the vast woods.