Chapter 55

Zhu Yunli suddenly struck out, sealing his mute acupoint. Zhu Yuyuan stared with wide eyes, veins bulging darkly on his forehead.

Then, seven or eight villagers crowded in, carrying rustic food and lunchboxes, some even clutching a couple of tea eggs.

He abruptly stopped speaking. His sorrowful gaze shifted to the thirteen characters inscribed on the spirit tablet: "Seat of the departed wife Du, maiden name Xilan, of Shengxi." Zhu Yunli shuddered all over and followed his gaze. Those thirteen characters still rested quietly amidst the curling incense smoke. Suddenly, as the smoke drifted, Du Xilan's voice and smile vividly appeared before his eyes, lingering in a hazy blur.

This... Siyuan truly had no way to explain this to the child. The boy's situation was different from the fox's; after all, the fox had lived for a long time, possessed vast experience, and grasped things instantly. But how old was this child altogether? No matter how clever he might be, he was still under five years old. Expecting him to have the adaptability of an adult would simply be overestimating him too much.

Consequently, the group split into two. Ou Wei, Yao Xinyu, and the others went with the Japanese to continue drinking elsewhere, while Zhang Yifu's faction stayed behind to rest. Qin Yue hesitated back and forth, feeling somewhat intimidated by the few members who were "single and in charge," and ultimately chose to stay as well.

Bai Ze remained silent, his chest rising and falling continuously. His breathing was very rapid, and after gasping heavily for a while, he suddenly rolled over and pulled Xia Yanxiang into his embrace.

Dangkang was slightly startled, but Bai Ze had already raised his left hand, and an object quickly slid out from his sleeve. Turning his left palm over, he caught the object. Facing Dangkang, he flicked and unfurled it. To everyone's shock, the object unfolded into a command flag made of black silk and dark gold, trailing ribbons at the back.

However, he had not expected that when he made the proposal, the three Yan siblings would be so utterly tactless. Not only did they fail to agree, but they also flatly and harshly refused him, which infuriated him. Yet just as he was about to resort to coercion and enticement, the Yellow Turban Army arrived.

Cao Cao waved his hand. He wasn't being petty or competing with Lü Bu out of stubbornness; although this fellow showed him no respect, his ability was undeniably terrifying enough to make everyone, including himself, wary. How could such a strategic weapon be unleashed at a time like this?

"I wonder how Xiao Feng is doing right now?" With thoughts of life and death, Xiao Feng furrowed his brow slightly and hurriedly retrieved his waist token.

A few weeks later, Yang Dengying finally tracked down Bai Xin's new residence: No. 43, Lane 4, Hehe Fang, Avenue Joffre in the French Concession, which was the official residence of Fan Zhengbo, the head of detectives and chief of the military law department of the Shanghai-Wusong Garrison Headquarters.

Under this devouring force, even those six Tribulation-transcending Reincarnators were bound, able only to watch helplessly as Yang Tian continuously harvested the lives of other Reincarnation powerhouses.

Seeing Xiao Tian walking toward them, Xia Liang and Dabiao both turned pale, even trembling slightly as fear gripped their hearts.

"I almost forgot that your dragon clan loves collecting treasures. Take me to see your collection over the years," Ye Feng said, looking half-smilingly at the miniature dragon.

Just as Xiao Tian had said, in Xiao Tian's eyes, this so-called Director Feng was indeed insignificant. With just Tiansheng Security Company and Tiansheng Group, it was more than enough to crush the likes of him.

At that moment, the reporters and live-streamers were completely dumbfounded. They had intended to broadcast this world-shaking battle from start to finish, but all they saw was two figures flashing into the sky. Before they could even prepare their cameras, both figures vanished, leaving them with nothing to see.

Seeing that nearly half of the troops had suffered casualties and food and ammunition were running low, making the tactical situation extremely unfavorable, He Long organized one final charge and then gave the order to retreat toward Jieyang.

At this moment, Ye Feng's gaze finally turned toward Ye Heguan, showing neither hatred nor anger. Seeing his grandfather so happy, he shouldn't have turned against Ye Heguan at this time, but he feared that if left alone, he might not be able to resist killing Ye Heguan with a single palm strike.

Chen Chongshan surveyed the situation in the courtyard, then anxiously checked his younger brother's condition while asking aloud.

Even though I was weeping, my words came out without a single sob, and my voice was so eerily calm that it gave even me the creeps.

"I think the best course of action right now is to quickly figure out the backgrounds of those few members of the Standing Committee," Dabao said.

Just as his voice fell—the lingering echoes of the man's words still mixed with the cold wind—his figure quietly vanished from the window. His movements were agile, practiced, and light as a swallow, carrying a dashing grace. Ye Zhen shifted her gaze to the half-open window, pondering to herself why she felt that scaling through windows was so effortless and casual for him.

She could no more tell him she had been ambushed than she could let him step into the back alleys, a place akin to a Shura realm. All people know pity, and all people cherish what they love.

He no longer knew what fear was. For the first several months after returning to the country, Long Meng did not know the meaning of fear, and a flash of bloodthirsty coldness often lingered in his eyes.

Looking up, he saw Cen Kexin sitting not far away playing on her computer, and his expression softened slightly. Out of sheer boredom, he started chatting with her.

However, supreme elixirs and heavenly infant pills were things nobody would ever willingly part with, as could be seen simply by looking at ten grams of the heavenly infant fruit.

Damn it, who wouldn't want to? Eryu's tongue was somewhat stiff. Despite his rough and sturdy build, Eryu's alcohol tolerance fell far short of the boss's and Yizhi's. After more than half a bottle, Eryu began to show severe reactions.

Now, Yang Chen standing opposite him wore an ordinary expression, just as he had from the beginning. Looking at the medicinal pill in Dongqing's hand, he said calmly.

Seeing the cultivator's expression soften slightly, Cai Ping knew he had passed this hurdle. Therefore, when the sword-browed cultivator asked his question, he didn't answer immediately, but instead pondered earnestly and carefully for a moment, so when he replied that he had found nothing, the cultivator didn't press further.