Chapter 94: The Hikers Were Frightened Senseless

The old Wang, that is a bit too modest of you. You have numbers on your side, and sometimes numbers can make up for a great many disadvantages. Take our Northeast Branch, for instance: counting every last one of us, we only have three people. At certain times, that puts us at a very clear disadvantage.

A bald man with a broad grin clapped Wang Zhiyuan on the shoulder, and the force of it nearly dislocated the poor man’s shoulder. Wang Zhiyuan could not help but glare at him.

“Don’t get cocky now—enjoying the benefit and still…”

“In fact, a unit’s chief would never allow a second director. In the eyes of our superiors, we are all their subordinates. Whoever refuses to obey gets dealt with. Whoever wants to be the boss is made to never rise again,” Yin Xianren said.

There, a warrior of the lowest rank lived under constant threat of death. Even at a slightly higher rank, there was only the faintest measure of safety; if one was careless, death still lurked at every moment.

“You don’t believe it, but I do. Still, reincarnation is too distant a thing. Even if I die, I won’t know where I will go in my next life. A person ought to live in the present,” Chu Yu said with a faint smile.

“Chu Cang, do not be rude!” The Holy King lifted his head. In his eyes, the old man did not understand how formidable Huineng was, and his conduct was nothing but childish.

Fatty, however, the great king of storytellers, was not at all easy to handle. Her boundless curiosity and her never-ending “And then? And then…” were truly formidable, and she tormented Chen Wen so badly that he could not muster even the slightest temper.

Nanshu was already so beautiful; now that she had signed with Yachun and was gradually becoming known through her work, it was only natural that she would receive such invitations.

After the meal, Zhang Yue led Jian Ran through the winter woods. He had prepared a surprise for her.

Because of the incident involving assassins targeting the Seventh Prince and the Seventh Princess Consort, the Emperor had ordered Chu Bingze to lead a contingent of imperial guards to escort the Seventh Prince and Chu Yu back to the residence.

At the center of the jade tablet, black flames kept surging up, and the light accompanied by a thunderous roar was dozens of times brighter than a magnesium strip burning.

Longing for his deceased wife only worsened Zhang Jiaming’s frailty. If nothing unexpected happened, this grief-stricken man would not be long for this world before he withered away in the great river of his homeland.

Zhongli Luo carried Su Jin down from the execution ground. The onlookers automatically parted to make a path for him.

At that moment there was no one else in the watchtower, and when the others heard this, they paid it no mind; they merely exchanged smiles.

Hu Shuntang recognized Wang Wanqing’s voice. He shook his head weakly, and Wang Wanqing placed one of Hu Shuntang’s hands on her shoulder. Then, with her gun still in hand, she slowly helped him back to Wei Daxun, lay him flat, and carefully checked whether he had been injured.

Han Yue was just about to give chase, but Zhongli Luo stopped her. Zhongli Luo handed Su Jin to Chun Liu, then his gaze casually swept aside and caught a faint shape hidden among the grass. Frowning, he bent down and picked up the unknown object. Lifting it to inspect it, he found it was a jade pendant.

The pillar-like man looked rather embarrassed. He coughed twice and mumbled awkwardly, while Qu San and the others stifled their laughter and turned their faces away in unison.

“Run!” Xie Genyuan grabbed the translator and sprinted toward the land bridge with Hu Shuntang, racing into the jungle. They did not stop until they could no longer feel the ground trembling beneath them, and only then did they bend over, gasping for breath.

“Hey, Jack, what is that thing yelling its head off up there? Do you know it?” The other mercenaries, seeing the dramatic change in the mercenary who had been hunting Lin Hao, asked in surprise.

“Your God’s mercy—we have seen enough of it! The Miao are not three-year-old children. We know what love is!”

Under Yang Feifei’s forceful denunciation, Xiong Peiyun and the others all looked grim.

“Second Brother, if there really is gold in that cave, how do you think we should split it?” After more than ten minutes, You Zhipei asked me with a wildly fanciful expression.

Then his left hand swept upward, as if he were holding a rainbow in his grasp, forming a huge seven-colored lotus flower that shielded him from the front.

So Tian Qi believed that these supplies were the foundation of their rise in Ba Wang Sha, and they absolutely could not be touched.

Half an hour passed. Then an hour. It was a full two hours before Hao Yang finally dissolved the entire mass of spiritual energy. His cultivation, too, deepened further, reaching the late stage of the Cultivator rank.

“Is there something unclean in our dormitory?” Zeng Lu blurted out in terror.

And then came the question: the diving suits distributed by the Penglai Feather Clan were exceedingly advanced, with insulation so remarkable that even in the icy depths of the sea, players would feel no discomfort whatsoever.

The evil-repelling sword in his hand struck without mercy. After two flashes of red light, Qiangzi and Da Liu vanished into the air. That was for the best; it spared the police the sight of their colleagues’ corpses and the grief that such a sight would bring.

When Lang Zhan said “Wait,” Song Huolian loosened his left hand and tossed something to the ground. Lang Zhan, peering closely through his scope, realized at once that something was wrong and immediately shouted to fire.

The night was pitch-black, the stars glittering overhead, and palace lanterns hung along both sides of the corridor. Xuan Yuanli Ye had always disliked being attended by servants, and walked alone through the silent passage.

Yet that address struck Ye Mo as oddly familiar, though not from his own memories. It reminded him instead of his first master: Ip Man of Wing Chun.

Then Song Gang, fingers curling into claws, reached straight out and grabbed the young man Ji Zhanxiang from the wheelchair on the platform, lifting him up in one hand.

“...” Si Wenwen wept without a sound. If not for the hood covering her face, her tear-streaked expression would already have been seen by the demon angel.

Those words dripped with mockery and disdain, stirring even greater killing intent in Han Bingqian’s heart, as though nothing but flaying Xiao Tian alive and tearing him limb from limb could calm him.

Zhou Baihua clearly did not believe me. Before everyone’s eyes, he tore open the packaging of the diapers, only to discover that inside were indeed bundles upon bundles of diapers.

“Did you hear? A few days ago, when this Cloud Sea Heavenly Palace first appeared, several members of the Mystic Order climbed up there,” said one Mystic Order disciple.

No. Among everyone present, there was no one else with the same ability as Xu Leilei. So long as Xu Leilei was killed, Chu Tian was finished! A crazed smile curled at the corner of the Cao family patriarch’s mouth. Raising his hand, he was about to drive the dagger forward another inch, to let that sharp white blade pierce Xu Leilei’s body completely.

The discussion forum was, of course, explosively active. Even the dark live-stream server nearly crashed, though fortunately headquarters had already diverted most of the viewers in advance.

A moment ago he had still wanted to put me to death, and suddenly he was addressing me like a sworn brother? Could this old fellow have suffered a sudden reverse flow of spiritual power, a reversal of meridians, and gone into qi deviation?