Chapter 53: How Disgusting

The waters of Area C had been completely purified, and the mission was progressing smoothly.
Hearing the news, the town residents gratefully saw everyone off, and many people filled the previously desolate streets.
Some leaned on crutches with bandaged heads, some were missing an arm, and others sat in wheelchairs.
This was a town with simple and honest folkways; despite having suffered through hardship, they still carried grateful hearts to catch a glimpse of the heroes in their hearts.
Wen Li truly did not feel that she had done anything special.
Yang Zhen sneered, pulled open the car door without a word, and the moment he settled into the seat, three guns were pressed against his back.
There were many similar instances, though I don't remember them all clearly; in short, the lines in the movie strongly echoed the subsequent plot.
The body of the Vermilion Bird Ancestor plummeted from the sky, crashing heavily onto the ground and gouging out a massive crater.
"Right? How is this tone?" Jiang Xia said, clearing up his voice considerably. Instead of making it high-pitched, he spoke with a clean and soft nuance.
"Brother Bao... is he even human?" Jiang Feng rubbed his eyes vigorously, unable to believe what he was seeing.
A hole had been hollowed out at the top of this pillar, open on all four sides like a circular house with four doors. The bridge connected directly to the opening. After defeating the monster, Jiang Feng dashed straight inside the pillar.
"Town Head, I need to report something. It won't take much of your time, two minutes is enough." Chu Tianqi finally couldn't hold it in any longer and spoke rather impolitely.
Chatting idly, the two of them waited. Since they were just waiting with nothing else to do, and the place was fairly crowded, danger wouldn't strike easily. Those living corpses wouldn't come over casually, and if trouble truly arose, it would likely stem from the people right here.
This was neither the office of Gong Shan Studio nor the Hengying Building, but genuinely someone else's workspace. Being able to rent it for two weeks was already quite an achievement.
Thinking of this, I looked at him and asked, "That person surnamed Liu you mentioned, is his name Liu Ping? Are his hands one black and one white, and do people outside call him the Yin-Yang Hands?" I wanted to know if my senior brother had been running his mouth.
In-game paying players accounted for seventy percent, another twenty percent consisted of casual, low-end players, and the remainder were hardcore grinders along with asset-operating studios, corporations, and enterprises.
A faint smile hung on Lin Gui's face as he stood motionlessly in place, acting as if Zhang Yu's Heaven-Shattering Style did not exist at all.
The further down they went, the heavier the atmospheric pressure became. Upon reaching a depth of about four hundred meters, Mosilian began using magic to protect his body. Gazing at the still-bottomless ocean floor, Mosilian started to toy with the idea of heading back to the surface.
Seeing Yang Yuan remain silent and assuming he was about to go on another killing spree, Moluo felt deeply worried and remained uneasy the entire way.
The Blood Yama showed abnormalities once more. The first time it happened, Xiao assumed it was just internal magic beasts sparring with each other and paid it no mind, but with the second abnormality occurring so frequently, it inevitably demanded her attention.
That afternoon, he went out to buy some supplies, and out of curiosity, Sarina tagged along, watching him purchase a pile of miscellaneous parts.
Looking at the familiar faces before him, Lin Mu's eyes grew moist. It seemed as though nothing had changed, yet everything appeared different.
The scar-faced man leading the group saw that Qin Cheng still maintained an arrogant expression and refused to take them seriously, sparking a surge of anger in his heart. He raised his wooden staff and stepped forward to teach Qin Cheng a lesson.
One hour—long or short depending on how you look at it. In daily life, a nap or a session of meditative cultivation took far longer than this.
Speaking of the Lingying Sect, it was one of the two major sects in the North Sea on par with the Chongxu Sect, practically the supreme ruler of the North Sea. How could it have been infiltrated so quietly?
"This is way too hard to find!" Jiang Yuehan shouted in frustration before quickly pulling herself back together and regaining her spirits.