Chapter 27

At that moment, a few of the scattered villagers, emboldened, stealthily crept back. Though they dared not swagger openly as they had when confronting the police earlier, they hid in the shadows, quietly watching.

But after only about half a minute, the noise ceased. The thicket ahead trembled, and a massive figure emerged before their eyes.

He spoke silently, each word deliberate: this was merely a ruse, a performance that had begun the moment he returned to this world. Do not believe him.

Bai Ruming never expected that his words would provoke such a reaction from Wang Jie. The terrifying spiritual storm overturned the entire council hall, and those nearby were blasted away.

“Just the moment I’ve been waiting for! Take this!” Klin’s expression tightened. With a fierce thrust, his right hand unleashed a Qi Element Slash. It turned out he had purposely allowed himself to be knocked back earlier, all to gather the energy for this move. This was a newly developed secret technique, and time was short—he hadn’t yet mastered its use fully, so he needed ample time to concentrate it.

Upon hearing this, Wu Yong’s face flushed. It wasn’t that he lacked money; he was simply in a hurry to find that person and hadn’t paid attention. He then pulled out three red tokens and said, “Is this enough this time? I’m really in a rush!” Without waiting for a response, he hurried out of the clinic.

After descending Yu Mountain, Ye Ying called Lin Ling, asking her to accompany him to Lin Zhen’s residence. As the police chief, a mid-level official, he was expected to know all the top figures in Linhai City.

Hu Heng’s footsteps faded away. In the quiet palace chamber, incense burned slowly in the censer, tendrils of fragrant smoke curling and swirling, blurring Duan Jinrui’s face so that his expression was indistinct.

Moreover, this transformation was genuine. Not only his aura but even his cultivation mirrored that of the other. Aside from the soul, Mu Yi was now, in essence, a pure member of the Black-Winged Roc clan, fully versed in their powers and divine abilities.

Typically, upon ascending the throne, emperors would send men to select auspicious sites for their imperial tombs—a process that could last decades.

Upon hearing the news, Ni’s father appeared; he had apparently hidden in the back cabinet earlier, fearing disturbance from guests.

She had long heard that King Zhao Lu Yan was ruthless and cunning on the battlefield, masking his emotions completely. Could it be that because of the Ice and Fire Powder incident, Lu Yan had truly decided to kill her?

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Having left Jiang Guining and Feng Qing behind, Lu Yangsheng set off alone toward the Mountain God Temple. Though aware he was heading into mortal danger, he inexplicably felt much lighter.

As fleeting as his arrival, only a single wooden tooth remained on the empty ground, staring blankly for a long while.

He took deep breaths of fresh air, his chest trembling. Bewilderment and confusion surged within him.

Not daring to delay, Lu Yangsheng quickly rechecked but sensed nothing. He climbed to a slightly higher spot, took out the bamboo tube Jiang Guining had given him, listened, glanced inside, and his expression instantly grew solemn.

At the program’s conclusion, we will witness the lottery draw and announce the final winners. Three contestants have already performed, each achieving over 360 points. I can secretly tell you, as long as your talent shines, passing is very easy.

Because it was taken out casually, the hair was messy; it was hard to tell precisely, only that it was long.

Being guessed by Lu Yangsheng, Feng Ying was unsurprised. After all, she and her old man had long known this child was clever. She nodded in silent consent.

I asked several other shop owners near the restaurant; they said it had not opened all day.

This was Xu Guangtou’s first leading role in a film. The box office wasn’t bad, earning 12.41 million. Compared to the two to three million invested, it was profitable.

Regarding the tour guide and host for this overseas trip—Tony Parker—Tang Mingming knew quite a bit about him.

A bamboo chopstick struck the sword light, quietly crumbling into powder, but the sword’s brilliance dimmed by more than half.

Xie Chen lifted his head to look at the sleeping person, his eyes dark and void of any light.

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Xie Yuanyuan saw her father; her large eyes instantly curved into crescent moons as she reached out to embrace him.

Although Dong Peici knew Jia Ru was mocking her, at that moment she strangely found his words quite reasonable, leaving her speechless.

In any case, tomorrow was the day the Jia family would send Huang Jin’er back to the capital. Everything would become clear then.

With a complicated expression, he looked at Stella and instinctively scratched her chin—eliciting a contented murmur from her.

“Chase after them?” Akiyama Kogu hesitated briefly, then shook his head. “Forget it. We are here to help them; chasing would be counterproductive. There will be other chances. Besides, I already set the bait; I’m not worried they won’t take it.” A mysterious smile appeared on Akiyama’s face.

“This—how is it possible! Liu Yansong, what trick have you played? Why does my Netherworld Spear attack me instead?” Bai Haijun struggled to stand, blood streaming from his mouth. He glared fiercely at Liu Yansong, unable to accept his defeat.

He never expected that the fat man, unharmed, would use him as an experiment, eating genetically modified pork cans and inflaming his own liver fire.

“Bastard! I haven’t even broken through to level six myself! If you hadn’t stolen my chance, I would have already advanced!” He cursed with jealousy.

After watching everything, Fang Hao’s heart surged, his hand trembling as he clenched the note. He wished he did not believe it, but he had no choice.