Chapter 94: Whose Voice Is in the Video (A Major Chapter Seeking Monthly Votes)

Handing in a blank paper for the weekly math quiz was inevitable... In truth, one could always guess the answers to the multiple-choice questions, but for Chen Shian, whether he guessed correctly or not made no difference. Rather than agonizing over how many points he could earn, he preferred to use the time while everyone else worked on the quiz to continue studying his middle school mathematics.

When the bell rang at the end of evening self-study, Chen Shian took out a few milk candies, placed them on the desk of the class president who had been watching him, and hurried off.

Returning home.

Just a single glance made cold sweat break out all over me. It turned out that what everyone was gathered around was a newspaper pasted on the wall, densely covered in writing, impossible to make out from a distance.

Wang Chuyi, seeing Tiger with a solemn face, quickly turned to look down the tomb passageway. At that sight, she was so frightened that she fell hard onto the ground, her mouth agape, the shout stuck in her throat, unable to escape.

Of course, these were the exact words Mr. Han told Old Cat at the time. After hearing the explanation, Old Cat, though he strongly disagreed with the method—finding it far too extreme—could not help but admire him. At that moment, Tingyang, though not living in a chaotic era, possessed a certain end-of-the-world melancholy.

“Do you think you’ll have the last laugh?” Zhou Chengxuan directly ignored Old Whitehead’s attempt to change the subject.

“You’ve had quite a bit to drink yourself, you can’t go,” Ye Xuefu flatly dismissed Chen Yuyue’s suggestion.

“What’s wrong?” The group barely managed to catch a breath of fresh air before noticing Lin Yu’s furrowed brow. By now, his habitual gesture was familiar to them—they immediately understood something urgent had happened.

At dawn, Du Chun and I went to the Criminal Investigation Unit, and Officer Zhou Chang happened to be the one to receive us.

The old man seemed furious, trembling all over, his tone angry: “Nonsense, our clan forbids marrying outsiders.” As he spoke, he struck the floor twice with his cane.

“Go, annihilate Feng Xun at any cost! Leave not even his soul!” The shadow nodded and vanished.

The husband and wife exchanged a few more words. The child in the inner room, swaddled in blankets, was awakened by the noise and began to cry. The couple hurriedly hid the silver, extinguished the lamp, and went to bed.

Yu Zong stepped forward and landed two solid punches, knocking the troublemaker to the ground. The troublemaker was just an ordinary person; Yu Zong didn’t use his spiritual power, otherwise someone could have died.

After all, the exclusive designs for this round were all created by Jiang Manzhi. Her talent is truly astonishing. How could someone like her be overlooked? It was the first time anyone had so perfectly blended multiple elements in jewelry.

“That distinguished guest never revealed their identity, always shrouded in mystery, but every time they visited, their generosity was extraordinary,” the madam boasted with a shake of her head.

Thus, Shen Qitang temporarily stayed with Su Niang, while Shen Zice led Ping Yue out through the secret passage and returned to fetch her afterward.

After being harshly polished by reality, they would finally realize—they were not darlings of fate, at most, dumplings of fate.

Inside the private room, it was already packed. More than half the faces were familiar to Lu Haoran, who could still recall their names.

Now it was the Fifth Prince’s turn to fall silent. He didn’t blame Wang Yan, but the things she did for him only left him feeling helpless.

“Come out. I sensed you long ago.” Jiang Fan said coldly, his gaze fixed on the spot where Long Xing’s corpse lay.

This legend became reality today, fully revealed under the vast skies of Yueyang, before the eyes of the world.

This was truly a fool’s dream, too impatient. The consequence was nearly total annihilation.

But it wasn’t until the next day, when news swept over everything, that Yang Dong realized the deputy director about to fall was actually Ju Peng.

Li Yingjun and Liu Hai always believed there was no need for Da Le’s lead singer at this moment. Da Le’s effortless soaring vocals left a deep impression without overshadowing the other members—a rare quality.

Struck by ten thousand volts, Wang Dadong was merely injured. But if hit by a hundred thousand volts, he could easily die.

Perhaps this is the difference in perspective between outsiders, insiders, and those who orchestrate the game. With different heights, what one sees inevitably diverges.

They devolved into the natives of the four great continental regions. Even if they clung to their ancient pride! Likewise, the so-called ancient gods, should they enter the immortal realm beyond, might be crushed by even a wild beast. The spiritual power of a river’s deity compared to that of an ocean’s is as different as earth and sky.

“That’s right. We ought to teach that shameless Zhang Yunxian a lesson, lest she think the Zhang family’s back garden is hers to come and go as she pleases.” Though the voice was lowered, its sharpness only grew colder.

The fat monk was impatient, not allowing any argument. He hoisted Xia Xun onto his shoulder and rushed out the door behind the others.

No one expected this young man to be the successor of that fierce god! No wonder he wanted the Martial Order. Iron Sword Guo’s mind raced. Shocked, he looked at Ye Yun, and a hint of reverence appeared in his eyes! Yet his expression remained calm, though his pupils contracted slightly. The hand hidden behind his back trembled gently.

The space boomed and shook, mighty and imposing. Wolf Howl Sky was enveloped in the divine radiance of the Immortal Phoenix Treasure Mirror, his body crushed as if beneath a mountain.

These were all fierce beasts of the sea, their teeth razor-sharp, their bodies massive. The sweep of their gigantic tails sent echoes through the space.

Ahead, the Divine Fire Palace began to materialize, its lights shining day and night. Above the mountain peak hovered a red cloud like burning fire, and with the palace’s unique architecture, from afar it resembled a colossal furnace perched atop the mountain.

The Bull Demon King’s wounds had healed considerably, his aura rising day by day. With a single roar, like a bellowing cow echoing to the heavens, he startled them all.

Body gone, voice still lingers; the wanderer in the mortal world is hard to forget. I recognize no one, and none recognize me. The journey grows distant, this time, there is nowhere left to seek.