Chapter 57

Perhaps unconsciously, or perhaps out of a primal reflex, Chen Tian's will broke through the surface, allowing him to see this world with absolute clarity.

The family was overjoyed to see Sanbao recovering. In a rare move, Feng Yuzhen boiled half a packet of dried noodles, serving a bowl to each of the children. This was fine wheat flour, normally saved for the festivals, but today it was used to celebrate Sanbao's recovery from illness.

The villagers watched with eager eyes as the beams of their flashlights all converged on Captain Zheng's hand. Instead of touching it directly, he held it with a piece of straw paper, revealing only a short, blackened tip. In the dim light, it was impossible to tell what on earth it actually was.

"Splendid! That is indeed the black mist! In reality, it is the environment created by the formation of corpses. When you followed the bloodline connection to search for it, looking upon your mother with such anxiety and curiosity, would you have continued probing further into the surroundings?"

The three brothers also each received a slice. It was their first time trying it, and they were not only fascinated by the cake itself, but also intrigued by the paper trays and plastic forks it came with.

"I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me; I won't hurt myself," Lu Zhiyang let out a heavy sigh.

"Boss, let's wrap her up in a bag first, and then put her in the box," spoke the third subordinate of Boss Yu.

*Heh, aside from the two of us, is there anyone else here? Heh, looks like you've had too much to drink, heh.* Hearing this, Gao Lin looked around and said, "Strange, truly strange. I clearly felt something just now. Strange, much too strange."

Yet, Grandpa Qi did not look in that direction. Instead, he scanned the surroundings, his brows furrowing deeply when he spotted the old Daoist priest's corpse.

"Old Bai, lend me your private jet," Yuan Chen said to Bai Yihan, his face shrouded in gloom.

Crest swallowed hard. Only now did he begin to grasp the underlying meaning of Cinnabar's words, which clearly implied that a massive battle was about to unfold.

Though somewhat bewildered, seeing Li Zhishi's desperate urgency, Zhuan Zhu felt that perhaps his sworn brother had been deeply shaken by today's events, so he agreed.

"My lord, our lord is severely injured and is merely holding on by sheer willpower right now. How can he accompany you further? You truly are..." At this point, one of Li Tan's personal guards could no longer hold back and stepped forward. Before he could finish, Li Tan stopped him with a gesture.

I didn't want to answer the phone. Let them make all the fuss they wanted! So I unlocked my phone, took a glance at *Save the Carrot*, and started playing the game.

No matter how mischievous she used to be, it had never gone beyond setting a few traps to mess with that chubby kid from the orphanage who always bullied her—and that was only because he constantly picked on her anyway.

Before long, his stamping feet pressed a deep, concave circle into the ground. As the depression grew increasingly deeper, the force of this hurricane finally ground to a halt.

In truth, Ying Zheng had already realized while Li Zhishi was questioning Dong Yi that if he fell into this person's hands and failed to escape control, he would undoubtedly die in the end.

Wolf actually stripped off his Earth Armor, leaving his body covered by only the thinnest garments, exposing his powerful, muscle-ripped werewolf physique.

It was long afterward that I finally understood how such deep affection could also exist between two men.

Though usually mischievous and fond of playing pranks, Cinnabar did not dare to act presumptuously before this sect leader, harboring even a subconscious sense of fear toward him.

The mighty Eye Tribe, the most mysterious and powerful clan of the Northern Beast Continent, had thus been sealed off within their mountains?

In that case, it wouldn't really count as an assassination by Class 3-E, would it? To keep Koro-sensei from starving to death beforehand, Ye Xingchen displayed a rare moment of mercy.

As an elite international assassin, Ye Tian was capable of adapting to any environment. Adjusting quickly to this stinking dormitory was, naturally, a breeze for him.

Naturally, every time Zhao Dengyu dispatched his troops to attack the Japanese artillery positions, they met with crushing defeat.

The intensity of the strikes was just enough to shatter the Japanese soldiers' shoulder joints, hip joints, knee joints, and ankle joints.

Qi Bao looked over, feeling that aside from her graceful figure turning somewhat pale from the cold, nothing else about her had changed.

Naturally, since cavalry forces were not particularly abundant in the island nation, fulfilling this plan would be extremely difficult for Risa Inoue.

"Is he the Heavenly Secret Elder?" Ling Huang identified the man's identity from the conversations of the crowd.

Inside the Suspended Temple, ever since the battle between Master Hengzhi and the Wei Emperor Wei Daoyi, he had entered a state of secluded cultivation and Zen meditation.

Just as Duan Chou was about to step into the rift, a startling sight unfolded. A boundless sea of thunder surged forward, and suddenly, a majestic sound of sword intent rang out, resembling the grand voice of the Great Dao or a chant from the highest heavens.

Upon hearing this, and connecting it to what Xuanyun Jue had said earlier—"When you get to Sican, he will prepare the medicine for you"—Huali belatedly realized that she was about to be packed off to Sican.

The matriarch had lived to be seventy or eighty years old. In this era where medical care was underdeveloped, reaching such an age was already quite remarkable, and in a few years she might even have been called a centenarian. But precisely because of this, she desired longevity all the more, scouring everywhere for rare medicinal herbs and ingredients to nourish herself.

The martial arts school still stood, its plaque covered in a thick layer of dust, but the people were long gone. In an apocalyptic war like this, anyone who could lift a sword or blade took up arms, fighting for survival and the continuation of their race.

Gu Hanhao looked at Ling Lan in disbelief several times. He wanted to tell himself that this was merely a prank by the poster, but he could not entirely set his mind at ease or ignore it completely.

By the time the two of them rushed to the Angel Amelie Plastic Surgery Clinic, Gu Hanhao's car contained nothing but hamburger wrappers.

For a moment, he suddenly felt a pang of reluctance. Naturally, he did not like Chu Qianqian, but he had done those things, and their families were tied by generations of friendship. How could he bring himself to confess that he had failed her?

Upon hearing that the vice president Kong Xiang—whom they usually hated to the core—had ultimately used a forbidden spell to hold the rear for everyone, the tears of Feng Yang and the others flowed uncontrollably.

"My lords, look at this color, this luster, and especially this fragrance..." Meihuo Jin remarked as she paraded the box around among the ministers once more.

Ma Ting first bowed to Liu Feng, then stepped aside to reveal Ma Ling, chuckling lightly, "The Second Highness noticed you long ago, you don't need to hide." Ma Ling cast an embarrassed glance at Liu Feng, remained silent, and sat down closely beside Ma Ting.

"I'm a bit busy on my end and will probably be late getting back tonight. Don't wait up for me, go to sleep first." Gu Hanhao's hanging heart finally settled.