Chapter 155: Paying a Visit

The Cheng family’s relocation was now a settled matter.

Qiu Ju wanted to take everything with her, but Cheng Jie refused. Frustrated, she protested, “You won’t take this, you won’t take that—what are we supposed to eat and drink when we get there?”

Cheng Jie knew his younger uncle’s capabilities and trusted that he had plans for their arrival. There was no need to worry about food or clothing. When setting out on a long journey, one must travel light.

Still, he realized he would have to find a new way to support the family. He wasn’t sure if finding work as a teacher there would be easy.

No matter what, he thought, he’d manage—if necessary, even carrying heavy loads—anything to provide for the three of them.

Yet no one had taught them the myriad forms life could take, much like the silks and brocades filling the room: each with its own charm, breathtaking and unique.

Thus, beyond the city gates, besides the basic scouts guarding against mutated beasts and star creatures and the soldiers maintaining order at the entrance, the defenses were notably weak.

Someone below finally lost their composure. After days of being nothing more than prey under others’ knives, bearing immense pressure, their limits were shattered.

The battle between the two had reached a fever pitch when suddenly, Zhu Xiongying froze mid-motion, as if searching for something.

When they first signed the contract, based on experiences in another dimension, he had lent a helping hand to build rapport.

Fortunately, the huge fire pit in the courtyard was already covered by a plastic canopy, obscuring the view inside. Production could begin at full capacity by tomorrow morning.

With a wave of his hand, the entire world—save for Chengxi Village—was flooded with rice and eggs.

Aunt Zhang, upon hearing this, had to relent. The grain was genuine, but with so few workers at home, the harvest was small.

A gentle breeze stirred her jet-black hair. The sunlight was dazzling; Chu Mo squinted slightly, and for a moment, everything seemed unreal.

They selected the quantities, agreed on delivery times, signed the contract, and arranged payment upon receipt.

“The killer hasn’t been caught yet. I’ve investigated many clues. Your mother never left the West Sea; she canceled her ticket. Where she went afterward is unknown, and we’re still investigating her appearance at the scene,” Tang Long said, though he was resting while other detectives continued the search and gathered basic information.

Ten minutes later, the five found seats. The three lunatics focused solely on ordering food for themselves. As for Yang Ying, whether still affected by their earlier words or not, a faint blush lingered on her cheeks, adding an extra touch of allure.

“Do you know where their hideout is? Who are they?” Li San’s main concern was the subject at hand.

Suddenly, Xue Sheng shouted and rushed over to support his father. Meanwhile, Wang Fan turned swiftly, throwing the corpse he was carrying to the ground and slamming it against the wall with a clatter.

Ji Han was delighted at that moment. After finishing most of the gifts, he logged into the game account named “I Am Not a Pro!”

Aikesu stood up and clamped Dimaiga’s neck between his right arm and body, seemingly preparing to hurl it away. Dimaiga twisted fiercely, causing Aikesu to fall onto the empty ground beside him.

A short knife appeared in hand, and with a sudden lunge forward, the blade flashed as it swung toward Ling Xiao’s head.

Zhang Nianzu, holding the slightly haggard Lei Tingting, scanned the surroundings sharply and asked, “Who is it?” The matter was far from resolved; the mastermind behind it all remained at large.

Unexpectedly, the chains stirred once more, frantically wrapping around Xingtian, treating even the Xingtian axe as an enemy.

“Because many important figures will attend this banquet, it’s very important. How is your health? Are you feeling unwell? Do you need to rest?” Han Lei asked with concern.

After all, Lin Chen did not possess the strength of Xiahou Shaolong. Without using his trump card, he could barely hold his own against a fifth-level Dragon Demon Realm warrior—and even then, only with some difficulty.

Previously, he had only sensed the overwhelming aura of the sword spirit. When their souls truly connected, Lin Chen deeply realized just how terrifying and formidable the sword spirit truly was.