Chapter 20

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After escorting the village chief to the old house, Kao Shun also sat there for a while. Ye Zhen voiced his concerns: without even a day or two of rest, how could one truly recover?

To produce such a Taoist hairstyle in a single morning was truly an astonishing feat beyond the ordinary.

“Report: the captain is not here; he has gone out on some business,” Shen Yun informed Shen Yaoqing.

Hearing this, Ding Zhen was startled. He rolled his eyes and thought, Lan Yu was certainly not the type to be cowardly; he must be avoiding some danger. Logically, he should have promptly responded with a “Yes, sir!”

We had barely walked twenty meters when we saw two more people wearing hoods and masks. This time, without hesitation, I stepped forward and knocked them unconscious. Surprisingly, the person I had caught earlier didn’t dare to escape, just stared at me blankly, as if seeing a ghost.

Although the lie detector and such devices that target the human mind hang like Damocles’ sword over the bat’s head, and Lan Yu saw a ghostly spirit of mental torment hovering above Wang Mei’s head, Lan Yu knew clearly that the informant this time was not the bat at all.

She was worried and afraid—Su Jun was a fickle man, and this deeply disappointed her. Fortunately, in the end, Su Jun did not do anything outrageous, which comforted Angela greatly.

He had just called Qian Jiangping, and within about ten minutes, Qian Jiangping had already informed Isabella herself that the contract would be terminated.

The night view of Fuzhou was beautiful; one could go to the pedestrian street or the square. Climbing a mountain at night was also a fine choice, but the nearest mountain was quite far, making the timing inconvenient. Besides, everyone was pretty tired and didn’t want to exhaust themselves.

“What kind of injury is it? Why not have the healer from the Psychic Association treat you?” Li Jiaoyun interjected.

Without the old turtle’s domineering aura, Wu Di, completely unguarded, naturally became visible to everyone’s senses.

After hearing Xue Huan’s account, Arthas stared in disbelief, his handsome features looking somewhat comical in his astonishment. Even the paladin behind him bowed his head in contemplation.

When Antonidas waved his staff and created multiple illusions of himself, each casting fireball spells at Xue Huan, who was trapped and confused, it was impossible to tell which was real and which was fake, let alone break free.

To decline the invitation of an immortal legacy titan to become a direct disciple was a temptation beyond the reach of ordinary people. All who witnessed this looked at Wu Yueban as if he were a fool, inwardly wishing they could take his place.

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“Actually, I truly couldn’t care less. After all, those behind you are these very people; sooner or later, they will move,” Qin Wan said with a smile.

Upon seeing the ancient monster of the Heavenly Court make a move, the old crone of the Wanling tribe let out a shrill cry, formed a hand seal, and cast the Mountain Moving Seal, causing a towering mountain to shift and descend from the sky, intent on crushing the old thief.

“So, after watching for a while, do you understand now?” Hearing Yue Fei’s confident words, He Ye clearly remained doubtful.

Yesterday, after drinking too much, he came to court early in the morning. Leng Wuwei had not yet woken up. It had been a long time since he last wore the court robes, and now dressed in them, he felt extremely uncomfortable and awkward.

Yingluo didn’t know much about Granny Ten Fragrances, only that she was a master craftsman and an unparalleled incense maker. As for her true identity, everything had happened too quickly for Yingluo to understand.

Several spearheads suddenly appeared. Seeing this, Xu Chu began to calm down and respond attentively.

Xuanxuan still wore a smile, though she said nothing. Behind her, Zhao Ling looked on with contempt.

After a long while, Chen Erya slowly lifted his head from his thoughts. His bright eyes sparkled like embedded diamonds, and a strand of his black hair fell across his forehead, swaying gently with his movements.

“No need for formalities. Rise,” Chen Xuan said absentmindedly, waving his hand. “Thank you, Your Majesty.” Xiuxiu stood and led Chen Xuan into the bedchamber. The sound of his footsteps immediately woke the beauty sleeping behind the pink canopy.

Xia Mo had never encountered such a situation before, nor had she inquired about it. This time, her investigation unexpectedly yielded new results.

The ghost-faced Taoist and He Siniang peered inside from left and right. The cave was surprisingly deep, extending five or six zhang into the mountain before stone steps appeared, leading upwards.

Song Wanfei, seeing her beloved husband tortured until he was neither man nor ghost, was moved to tears.

The ghost-faced Taoist knew that if he retreated any further, he would reach the western tomb wall. If cornered against the wall, death was certain. Glancing at the half-human-height coffin bed inside the chamber, he gritted his teeth and rolled himself inside once more.

“Old sir!” The ghost-faced Taoist reached out, as if to speak, but two heads peeking out nearby interrupted him—it was He Siniang and Zhao Ermu, who had climbed over the wall.

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Zhao Gongming wielded the Ruyi Golden Hook, hooking the hem of Guang Chengzi’s robe. Guang Chengzi twisted his body and tried to flee, but was unable to move.

However, Xia Mo gave him no time to hesitate, quickly closing the distance. Although slow, the movement was effective.

“Zhou Yan!” Du Feng stomped the ground, his dagger descending toward the neck. At this moment, Zhou Yan had already dodged Left Chuan’s punch.

“This is the total energy of the third heavenly tribulation’s wild fire,” Dongfang Xuanyuan said, holding up three fingers as he spoke.

“What a scene! Truly…” Chen Gong had never before witnessed such a magnificent surge of primal energy. For psychics like them, the means to invoke the world’s primal energy were extremely limited, let alone on such a grand scale.

Ye Luo was too weary to explain further. Encountering so many different people here, it seemed the situation would only become more complicated.

The young man grabbed a handful of bottles and turned around, thudding six or seven bottles down on the bar.

Sha Liang was startled. He rushed to the exit but did not leave. Instead, he peeked outside and saw three of his comrades running over, instantly relieving his tension.

Though his tone bore a smile, anyone could see the coldness underlying Ye Luo’s words.

“Leave immediately. Soon I will report to the group and have you recalled. You are not welcome here,” Chen Xi said coldly.

If not for the overwhelming killing intent, in a brief moment of eye contact, King Li would have thought it was merely a hallucination.