25. A Windfall

Wang Zhe’s delicate, feminine face wore a look of bewilderment as he stared at Lu Zifeng. He had assumed his companion had fired the signal flare upon discovering the tracks of Jiang Yuyan and the others, but what stood before him was clearly not her.

However, bound by the pacts of the four great sects and wary of the burgeoning strength of the War Sect, the Cloud Dream Sect had chosen only silence and endurance.

No wonder there was such a strange,腥 stench here; it turned out that both the Cyclops and his own comrades had fallen victim to their cruelty, their blood mingling on the ground to create that unsettling odor.

Hearing Ouyang Tu’s rallying cry, the hundreds of thousands of commoners responded almost without hesitation, shouting in unison.

Once the supplies were loaded, Gao Houjie took the wheel himself, driving Lin Fengli away. Ouyang Hua watched the vehicle depart in silence, letting out a long, heavy sigh.

Because the latter had made no effort to conceal his voice, almost all the disciples turned their gazes toward the two figures who were about to meet as soon as he finished speaking.

Upon receiving the good news, the entire evolution camp cheered. Having served as the vanguard in continuous combat since the "Great Mowing Operation," they were exhausted; even a single day of rest during these perilous times was a blessing.

Shen Chen had no concerns regarding the abilities of Wu Wei, Yuan Hong, Chen Yijian, and the others, and even less so for Pan Di. He kept them from following him specifically so they could learn to command their own units and stand their ground, rather than always acting under his direct lead in slaying zombies.

Clearly, having survived the recent brush with death, the group’s taut nerves could finally begin to relax.

Murphy was no weakling; he was a high-level fire mage. Yet, he understood that even his teacher was no match for Alan, who had once performed a miraculous display of magic in the Bright Plaza of Triumph City, the capital of the Shige Empire. To seek revenge for his teacher, Amar, using magic would be nothing short of a death wish.

Ye Bufei refused to be outdone. Employing ghostly, phantom-like footwork, he barely dodged Lin Feier’s surprise attack before kicking out with his bare feet toward her.

Following this, Yu Yin pushed the envelope aside, took a stack of stationery she had prepared earlier, and, gathering her courage, struck while the iron was hot, beginning to write on the paper at hand.

How long had it been since she last had a nightmare? Yet now, having just parted ways with Zhong Ming, she could no longer suppress the fear in her heart.

I gulped down several mouthfuls of the meat dish without much chewing, barely managing to mask that stinging sensation, though a fiery heat still lingered from the back of my tongue down to my stomach.

To prove she wasn't lying, Teacher Shi even let the photographer, who had sampled the food, try the chili sauce.

Fortunately, rural courtyard walls are usually built quite high, so I wasn't too worried about that pig-man jumping in.

Xia Fangyuan naturally lacked Gong Shaoxie’s strength; with no other choice, she was forced to reveal her true form before him.

Zhang Bo planned it this way, intentionally leaving a profound impression on the Nanhai Sect to draw them into his own camp.

Tian Xin was deeply grateful to Bai Li for saving her again today and wanted to invite her home, but Bai Li declined.

Concubine Yu felt that Hong Yan’s reasoning was sound. She thought it was a good thing that Qing Que was tight-lipped; it would be strange if she told outsiders everything while keeping secrets from her own mother-in-law. After testing Hong Yan a few more times and finding nothing out of the ordinary, she stopped pestering her.

"This..." Qin Yi had initially harbored no suspicions, but after hearing what Nangong Yaoliu said, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of doubt.

"No, we have monitored even the WeChat channels, but there is no sign of contact between the two parties." The officer reported with meticulous precision, seemingly oblivious to the expression on Zhao Shirong’s face.

Seeing Ghost Demon Seven charging into the villa with his bloody-handed subordinates, the police encircling the perimeter prepared to withdraw.

On the contrary, having her identity exposed had caused her great trouble; if she could, she wished this matter had never come to light.

Duan Xiu rolled her eyes and strode into the office, intentionally bumping into Rong Xin as she passed.

Beside them, Xia Rui ze couldn't help but rest his chin on his hand, looking at Nangong Yaoliu with an air of haughty arrogance.

With thousands of methods available, it was impossible to test them one by one—there simply wasn't enough time, and the person who cast the curse certainly wouldn't grant us any. One wave of trouble follows another; the Corpse Clan and the denizens of the Underworld would never give me a moment to catch my breath.

The Porsche had been taken out for a joyride by Chu Yunyun and Bao'er, and Lin Xiaotian didn't want to put his precious Audi back on the road, so he prepared to hail a taxi to the logistics center.

"What? Lin Xiaotian?" Uchida Eiji, inside the room, was also stunned. He had never expected that his savior would be Lin Xiaotian, the thorn in the side of the Japanese nation.

"Haha, excellent. No specific job, no boss in the mortal world, and no deadlines," Yang Jian fantasized to himself.

Jiang Huai looked at his reflection in the mirror, but couldn't discern anything, so he could only ask, "What do you think?"

"The Buddha says, 'Saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda.' Donor Tang truly possesses a benevolent heart!" Gang Huai said with a smile.

In the blink of an eye, not a shred of spiritual energy remained in his body. His hand loosened, the Space Spirit Bone tumbled to the ground, and he slumped weakly, powerless. The bone landed right beside his left foot.