Volume 1, Chapter 121: He Waited Outside the Door All Night

Su Li held her phone; the cold device seemed to radiate the danger Mo Xingyuan posed. She did not reply. She would hide for as long as she could. Tonight, she dared not open the door to let him in, sensing that if he crossed that threshold, he would surely make her suffer. She simply turned the phone off, ignoring whatever messages or calls he might send. Tossing and turning in bed, every time she closed her eyes, the last message he had sent surfaced in her mind. How long could she possibly resist him? Su Li squeezed her eyes shut, forcing herself not to think about it.

It was not that no one had seriously studied ghosts and sought ways to counter their existence, but for current humanity, creating a tangible weapon against them remained a long and arduous journey. The key to this trial lay in seizing the numbered tags one needed while keeping one's own well-hidden, for one’s own tag was also a target for others.

No... she could not let them take it. For the first time in her life, Hinata felt the weight of responsibility and duty. She hugged the scroll tightly, struggling to hold on. Yet, only six years old, her strength was ultimately insufficient; her grip began to weaken, and she was on the verge of losing the treasure entrusted to her by the legendary Sannin.

After breakfast, Bai Luo arrived at Yejian Mountain Park, sat on a bench, and looked up at the sky. Feng Jun had, of course, received the news. Gao Qiang was currently working desperately to perform well, hoping for a sentence reduction—or rather, a reduction in his probation period. A gunshot rang out; the monster howled, clutching its eyes, its speed slowing as the car pulled away from it once more. Then, Tahm’s body suddenly inflated like a balloon, his original black frog skin turning a bizarre white, with a wide blue stripe appearing across his body. Naruto felt something was wrong because, on this timeline, he had made a poor choice of friends by getting to know a black-skinned toad named Tahm.

As Atobe Keigo roared, as if by coincidence, the phantom image of the ball that his racket struck was actually the ball itself; the chaotic serve was returned by Atobe for the second time. "I understand," Feng Jun nodded. To be honest, he did not feel he absolutely had to possess this immortal cave. In the former Great Xia Kingdom, there once existed a criminal organization called the "Way of the Hero," which sought to "bring justice to the world" by attempting to take the law into their own hands to punish the dark sides of society.

One-time treasures, while powerful, were temporary and rigid in their application. In practice, they were not as effective as rumored. At this moment, Li Qinghe saw the purple-robed cultivator smiling at the corner of his mouth and finally recognized him. Although his face had changed, his aura remained vaguely familiar. Zhao Jie had nothing to his name but a saber; his clothes were washed to a gray-white, covered in numerous patches.

He exhaled, forcing himself to calm down. Just as his car pulled parallel to the oil tanker, a vine moved like lightning, wrapping around a lighter and plunging it into the tanker’s opening. As the truck brushed past the tanker, the tip of the vine flicked with agility, and the lighter was ignited.

In the past, the Nefertari family simply hadn't realized that Crocodile was the true mastermind behind the chaos in the country, a classic case of failing to see what was right under their noses. Upon seeing Ian’s movements, Crocodile remarked, "A Devil Fruit with spatial abilities, is it?"

In the distance, three figures were locked in mid-air combat; spells and artifacts collided, sending out terrifying ripples of spiritual power. Whether this "special" feeling had reached the level of "liking," or if it had met the threshold that would allow him to make an intimate gesture like an "embrace," he did not know. The center of the brow, the location of the Niwan Palace, was where spiritual power was stored and where the primordial spirit resided.

The leaves seemed to stir, and the tall grass and withered branches on the ground made unusual sounds. She forced her eyes wide open again, and as she looked, the image of a beast gradually took shape in the mottled woods.