Chapter 55: The Deceased in the Bathtub

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Mu Fan clenched the icy-blue Dragon Core, feeling the chilling aura within his heart begin to rise gradually—a sign of resonance. The middle-aged man, Fang Zheng, spoke of the boss with a hint of unease. He had been with the group for a long time and had become the second-in-command under Zheng Jia of the entire Technology Crystal Company. Besides Bai Qiufeng, there were also A San, who had once queued into the city with Ye Yu, and the unparalleled young master, Ye Kai. Such treachery, such betrayal and arrogance—it was clear that the Japanese clan had utterly forsaken the Shenxia Alliance and become mere lackeys of the Mo Wei Empire.
“But will those bandits act according to our plan?” Serge sighed after the discussion. The plans were sound, but those entrusted with execution seemed unreliable. The report about the Huangpu Bay villa was a case in point. Although Lee Kangbing was not directly handing over a villa, a prior arrangement to purchase one at a ridiculously low price would silence many objections.
A Dongfeng-26D warhead struck the aircraft carrier, the massive kinetic energy piercing several decks, ripping a huge gaping hole. Over a ton of explosives detonated inside, sending towering flames skyward and causing an irreparable disaster.
The three-headed blind servant brandished steel claws with terrifying force, instantly ripping apart a rampaging gorilla. The beast was stabbed thrice, riddled with six wounds, dying on the spot with blood pooling everywhere.
Inside the room, Cao Long, Wang Debin, and Zhang Yang of Dragon Walk Studio sat opposite each other, sipping tea and smoking.
The fiery monstrous bird was none other than the three-legged golden crow from the Sun God Temple ruins—more precisely, a lingering fragment of its soul.
During the harsh winter of the third year of Chongzhen’s reign, the soldiers and civilians in Xining City died in countless numbers, frozen, starved, or sick.
The audience in the stands—from imperial officials to common folk—were all horrified by the bloody spectacle, many vomiting, including some military generals.
Leaving aside other matters, such as whether the competitors’ venue truly had the rumored ultra-luxurious sound equipment or other hidden factors yet to surface, let it be. This time, I’ll endure it—my heart is soft—but this time it’s my poor stomach at risk. I just hope Bai Miaomiao doesn’t prepare too many toxic dishes.

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Then he said to General Manager Chen, “Thank you, General Manager Chen. Without you, today’s matter wouldn’t have concluded so satisfactorily.”
To outsiders, Li An’s behavior seemed like hypocritical virtue—unaware of the intricacies of entertainment industry relationships and social tact.
The top-tier couple’s package was nothing much—only a few thousand yuan—but the 1989 Obion red wine was costly, each bottle worth twenty to thirty thousand Huaxia coins; two bottles would be forty to fifty thousand. Could Lin Feng really afford such an expense?
Tang Zhongliang was stunned to discover that among the over fifty million users, nearly twenty million signals came from overseas.
“Ow…” Yu Sanli’s face flushed rapidly, emitting a pig-like scream, clutching his groin and wailing in pain.
“Master Hong might not even recognize us anymore, right?” Lin Chuan stepped in slowly, gently closing and then locking the door behind him as he entered.
“We understand the reasoning, but we are loyal; for the prince to harbor such doubts is truly…” A nobleman began to protest but faltered at the end.
How could it be? Blind with tears? Why… is this my fault? He was shocked, panicked, and dumbfounded—he could not comprehend why the emperor’s favor, such great honor, would become a weapon when bestowed upon Liuli.
The evil god was injured, and its current combat power could not last long. So now all that was needed was to drag it out—because the evil god would be the first to collapse. There was no need to exert great effort to kill it now.
He clenched his fists, body trembling with anger, his eyes fixed tightly on the hands clasped between the two men.
For others, this was a tremendous blessing; but for Zhao Yuanlang, kneeling to receive the decree and accept Shen Ran’s reward, thanking him for his heavenly grace, was a blatant humiliation.
By rights, it shouldn’t be so. I appear to be at Qi Refinement level six, but Ren Shan knows I’m at level seven.
Thus, he transferred to the Dalian First Wool Textile Factory as the head of the armed forces department, responsible for the factory's militia development.
Wang Fangchao was shocked, as if a secret had been exposed; he immediately lowered his head, his face turning red with embarrassment, wishing he could disappear.

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If failure came at the fourth level, they wouldn’t be so disappointed—but this was the fifth level, and only one rank shy. Yet such is life; human effort sometimes falls short—what more can be done?
The otherworld has always threatened this universe. Even with the Saint Sovereign dominating the heavens, Jade Master emerging in astonishment, and the Hongmeng Daoist rising suddenly, the otherworld threat remains.
Though the body had become a mummy, the golden armor shone conspicuously.
“Rational thinking has become abnormal? You want me to ask a bunch of idiotic questions and be a laughingstock—is that what you expect?” Xu Feng stared into Xu Jing’s eyes, instilling a subtle fear—so rational and wise, despite their close ages, he was still her father.
Even Xing Qiang now stared unblinkingly at Che Wuyou, hoping for his support. Yet he said nothing, just looked intently, waiting to see how Che Wuyou would respond and decide.
“You still have a conscience!” The colonel commander cursed after seeing the situation above, then resumed fighting.
The American soldier who had just launched the iron shards looked up at the seemingly calm vast space, pressed a button on his watch, and a green light blinked on the screen.
At that moment, the spear hurtled against the heavens, piercing through earth and sky. The Nine Heavens Holy Emperor’s great hand reached out, astonishingly catching the spear and stopping its rampage.
Listening to his words, Chang Wei was secretly excited, though the last sentence troubled him. So you spend my money lavishly, yet I become your dog? But for now, he had to use this strong-limbed guy to teach Wei Yuan a lesson, so he could only endure.
“Senior Soul Master Fangyan, greetings.” Once again, such a gaze—could it be that all ancestral figures favored this method? Fangyan smiled bitterly inwardly, then, after settling, cupped his hands in salute. This elder was a soul master who had dealings with Fangyan before.