Chapter 26

Having said that, he took a slight step back and vanished into the darkness. At the same moment, a chilling wind whipped up, and the candles on the four walls were instantly extinguished. Si Weiqi and Lin Kun looked around vigilantly, keeping close to each other as they advanced into the tomb, searching for traces of Keke.

There is a cliché that says: the economic base determines the superstructure. To put it another way, one’s strength and background determine the extent of one’s offensive.

Far to the northwest, millions of miles beyond the night sky, past the land of neon, and further west lay the sun-drenched territory of China—Anna’s homeland.

However, the most disappointing outcome came to pass. The third day of searching yielded nothing, just like the previous two.

As soon as they saw the two arrive, the others instinctively huddled together, leaving plenty of space for them, Chen Mengmeng among them.

Xu Liang, who had only vaguely heard signs of Ken Kaneki speaking, wore an expression of relief mixed with confusion. He tilted his head slightly to glance at Kaneki, who remained with his head bowed in contemplation, then pushed aside his doubts and looked up, stern and focused, toward the space above the floating formation.

Liu Feiyang cast a brief glance at the back of An Tao’s head, then, acting as if nothing were amiss, looked straight ahead, neither raising his hand to bid nor offering any indication.

Regimental Commander Yuan Yigang and Political Commissar Wang Kun walked slowly toward the men of the First Company, chatting and laughing.

Logically speaking, Lando was in the middle of a hot streak; why would he suddenly be benched? Was he injured? That couldn't be right—looking at how he had bolted out the moment the timeout was called, he didn't look like a man in pain.

He had previously been trapped by something, followed by a terrifying aura that suppressed his very soul, with that same horror following close behind.

Even though Dou Jingyan smiled with schadenfreude, a handsome man is a handsome man. With his eyes crinkled in amusement and his dark hair swaying in the breeze, he looked even more radiant, instantly dimming the splendor of the plum blossoms in the garden.

However, those goals belonged to Wei Yun and the fortress, not to Xu Tong. He had his own plans. But regardless of the plan, the foundation required money and people.

The calligraphy, however, did not yet fully belong to Old Master He. It had been mortgaged to him for 150 million, with an agreement that it could be redeemed at market value within five years.

Nearby, Shangguan Xiyu, who had witnessed everything, stared at the clothes on Baili Xi’s body, unable to hide her envy once again.

"Zifu, what good news have you stumbled upon? You look so happy today, haha," Princess Pingyang laughed.

Facing Ye He’s storm-like onslaught, Lin Feng was not the least bit flustered. He defended tightly; although he was suppressed by the opponent’s momentum, he didn’t give him a single opening. After a dozen moves, Lin Feng began to adapt to Ye He’s rather bizarre fighting style and started to exert his own strength in secret.

Marching through the desert, exposed and unsheltered, the heat at noon was unbearable, yet the nights were freezing. Lacking cold-weather gear, the light cavalry could only huddle around their horses for warmth.

Fang Dazhi didn't know how much this collateral was worth or what purpose it served; he only knew it must be of great value to the system. Moreover, as long as both sides made it through these ten years peacefully, the collateral would have to be returned, so the system certainly wouldn't be getting the better end of the deal.

Ignoring the pain in his body, Tang Yi struggled desperately to sit up, wanting to climb off the bed to search.

There was a specific standard for students, but although Lin Zisheng had returned to school for a month due to filming, he was, after all, a graduate who had already earned his master’s degree.

It was a severe test of eyesight and evasion skills; Feng Ye had already narrowly dodged the ice arrows several times.

"Please keep the token in your hand, my lord! Just walk out of this Hall of Transmission and turn left!" the ghost runner said respectfully to the ghost-capturing agents Black and White Impermanence, before walking to the Azure Dragon Bell beside the hall and striking it.

In their eyes, the mortal-realm bandits were just trash sent to die. Yet, in this battle, the bandits had actually managed to trade 150,000 of their own men to wipe out an equal number of city guards, at the cost of 450,000 pieces of "trash."

Prime Minister Huang Yue asked the eunuch Yali, "Does this concern the Eight Prefectures Inspector’s corruption and lawbreaking?" The eunuch Yali nodded immediately, "Yes!"

She walked over, and Mu Tianyang asked, "Heard you lost your phone?" Seeing she was holding a phone, he couldn't help but smile, "Looks like you’ll have to use the one I bought you!" She had replaced the phone Du Yuanming bought her at the end of last year, and it had been lost after only three months. Tsk! Still, he was glad it wasn't the one he had bought.

For now, even if that were truly the case, Wang Tianxu could only resign himself to fate, though he remained somewhat dazed.

As the beam of the high-intensity flashlight hit the silhouette, the figure suddenly turned its head. A pale face came into view, and at the same time, a high-pitched roar echoed through the air.

"Alright, alright, I won't tell!" If it turned out to be nothing, A-Cheng would be in trouble if she spoke. As the saying goes, "a soft mouth from eating," and since she had at least eaten a meal from A-Cheng, she couldn't bite the hand that fed her.

Mu Tianyang looked up to find the room in total darkness; he could only make out the rough silhouette of her huddled in the corner. He stared for a long moment before finally seeing her clearly. She was crouching there, motionless, as if she had fallen asleep.

Cui Mo, whether truly asleep or not, kept leaning closer and closer until, finally, he simply pulled Mu Xiaojing tightly into his arms.