Chapter 27: Red Wine or Grapes?

Liu Jinhong wept pitifully, kneeling on the ground and begging me fervently. I felt a stirring in my heart. I reasoned that she was either truly heinous and putting on a masterful performance, or she was simply a woman of tragic fate. I did not want to believe the former, so I tossed a single sentence to her and walked away.

The Sect Leader of the Netherworld remained as elegant and detached as ever, though his aura, once vast as the deep sea before the great war, had weakened significantly. At the very least, the intense sense of crisis that used to arise the moment I saw him was no longer as overwhelming.

Unable to complain about her own predicament, Mo Qiongyan responded with a silent smile. Just as she was pondering how to escape, her calm expression suddenly changed.

The large swath of flesh that had been torn away took almost all the meat from his back with it; several bones were fractured, and even his spine had been injured.

Yu Wei turned around to see that the few people behind her had normal complexions and steady breathing; they appeared to be out of danger.

Han Xiangyu and Bao Tao’s gazes met sharply. Neither mentioned the phone call from a few days ago. Judging by Bao Tao’s tone, it seemed he had only picked up the three foreign businessmen, including Zeng Guochao, while the others had fallen behind.

Ever since the gods and demons ceased their conflict, the celestial and demonic realms had been at peace. Nothing of significance had occurred, and the quiet days flowed on as they always had, without a ripple.

Guan Feng looked at Zhao Shu, then glanced around, and asked in a voice as faint as a mosquito's hum, which was heartbreaking to hear: "What time is it now?"

Frowning, Beiming Changfeng shook her hand off with an expressionless face. He grabbed his clothes from the bow of the boat and flung them at Ziyu’s face, covering her head and face completely.

The staff at the Taiwan Affairs Office were very warm when I told them I was a relative of someone in Taiwan. But trying to find a letter from the 1980s, right at the start of the Reform and Opening-up period—more than ten years had passed; how could that be easy?

The door suddenly pushed open, and a man with a swaying gait, wearing a loose, disheveled black suit and messy hair, was walking slowly toward her.

"I have to admire your courage for being able to walk over at a time like this. Are you not afraid of Xu Ming?" Lin Mo was quite startled, but in the end, he shook hands with this teammate of Zhang Tan.

"You wasteful woman! Do you think clothes during the apocalypse don't cost money? This is all being tallied! We’ll have to pay the bill eventually! Why did you throw away these pants when they were perfectly fine? Wash them and find a place to hang them up; they’re still wearable." I scolded her and tossed her wet pants into the washbasin.

"Boom!" Mega Scizor was ejected from the dust, dragging its right claw along the ground to carve three long, parallel lines! Although it had forcibly twisted its body at the critical moment, the previous Dragon Rush had still landed. Mega Scizor's left claw was visibly twitching.

Before the words had even faded, Yu Dazui and Hao Baimei leaped onto the roof, then flipped down in one motion, positioning themselves on either side of Yuan Xuan.

Recalling that line from earlier: "The Buddha says, if I do not enter hell, who will?" It was truly a sentiment that stirred many emotions.

She was wearing a cute pink nurse’s uniform, carrying all sorts of cups in her hands, filled with things like orange juice rather than medicine.

"Mercy to your enemy is cruelty to yourself!" Zhu Yongzhen said as she dragged Lin Yuchen toward the mouth of the cave.

The young man supporting him instinctively looked at the black ash on the grass and the green smoke drifting from the passage. His expression was one of lingering fear; he said nothing, then helped the two of them leave in the direction they had come.

It wasn't a serious fight, but there was quite a commotion at the time, and almost all the students in the hallway were alarmed.

"Commander Xuan, I suggest the army depart in separate batches. Otherwise, if we all crowd together like this, it will take at least ten days, if not half a month, to reach Yanjing. By then, Xiao Gan will likely have long since vanished." Liu Yanqing, the commander of the three armies for this Northern Expedition, said with some irritation as he made the proposal to Tong Guan.

Now, a very serious rumor is circulating that people are surviving only by eating their own excrement. If that is the case, in a few more days, if any accidents occur, will people start eating each other? This kind of fear-mongering rhetoric is making things quite difficult at this stage.

Since they had found the culprit behind the soaring grain prices and determined that they were powerless to act, everyone agreed to speak only of romance and leisure from then on, and not of the political storms. Around three in the afternoon, when the lake breeze turned chilly, they returned home, well-satisfied.

The two of them dawdled while getting dressed. When they went out into the living room, they saw Mom and Dad entertaining the County Magistrate, Old Zhou, and the Police Station Chief, Jia Guanshang, while chatting and shaking their heads.

However, his mind was currently filled with the 'spell knowledge' and 'mechanical knowledge' that had just been instilled. Everything his eyes saw could not be processed by his brain, so he walked blindly, driven by his body’s instincts, toward a certain direction.

Hasegawa, the useless middle-aged man, often wore sunglasses, so he was jokingly called a 'sunglasses rack' or 'the sunglasses are the real body.'

However, the Black Hawk’s quality was indeed excellent; with repairs, it could be used for twenty or thirty years. It was more durable than Soviet helicopters, had less noise, and offered higher comfort, much like a Bell 407GX.

This was not the most terrifying part. The most hair-raising sight was that on both sides of these blood-filled passages hung rows upon rows of living people. Their eyes were shut tight like the living dead, and flexible tubes with needles were inserted into their wrists, constantly pumping blood into the pool. Who knew how many tens of thousands there were?

Heguang Tongchen’s heart felt both sour and tender at her words. How could he not want to be with her?

"What? Ruan Fanwang has a fever?" Su Mi was terrified when she heard the news. No wonder the man had asked her this morning if she could avoid going, saying he felt unwell—he really was sick, and she had cruelly told him he couldn't.