Chapter Twenty-Five: The Counterattack Begins

The next day, after giving her statement at the police station, Yin Nian invited Yan Ming to a coffee shop for an in-depth conversation. She shared everything she had worked out the previous night, explaining that both Liang Zhicheng and Yangyang had spoken the truth—only their perspectives differed, leading to a discrepancy in their accounts. Yuan Yi, however, had jumped to conclusions and forced his own interpretation. She also laid out her overall analysis that Yang Yongli was the mastermind behind it all.

As he listened, Yan Ming nodded repeatedly, his face lighting up in surprise and admiration; it was clear he found her reasoning convincing. When she finished, Yan Ming exclaimed in disbelief, "That analysis was brilliant! How did you come up with all this in just one night?"

A long-lost smile appeared on Yin Nian’s face. "After fainting last night, I’ve already—"

The promotional event was set for the grand auditorium on the south side of the school. The company had coordinated with the school administration well in advance, and with Lin Xifan being something of a local celebrity, the school agreed to the arrangement immediately.

As for this matter, Liang Dong himself wasn’t clear on the details. It wasn’t a case of faulty memory; rather, the spiritual bond that had been devoured by the puppet beast had never formed a symbiotic contract, so his ignorance was only natural.

"No, that’s not what I meant... I mean you don’t look well. Let me check you over," the doctor said, worried that Gu Xiaobei might leave, moving closer to her.

Before Lei Zhiqiang could react, his sweeping kick struck nothing but air. The force of the missed blow left him unsteady, his blood surging chaotically, and his body toppled sideways.

“Hmph! So what if it’s the Lord God? It’s not like I haven’t killed one before,” Wang Biao scoffed. With a wave of his hand, a pitch-black rift in space appeared before him, from which thirty towering stone giants marched out in single file, each exuding the aura of a peak high god.

She hated them for hurting Brother Liang, and she wanted to wash away her resentment with their blood.

Far from breeding resentment, the remark only made Duan Lang admire his teacher's courage and sense of responsibility.

Gu Xiaobei screamed in fright. By this time, Situ Jie and Xian Zhiming had already dropped their chopsticks and rushed over. Situ Jie, moving quickly, grabbed a clean towel from the head of the bed and pressed it to Li Haonan’s wound, then hit the call button at the bedside. Li Haonan cooperated, clamping his left hand around his right wrist.

Everyone turned in stunned silence, suddenly remembering the uninvited guest in the house. By now, he had slowly regained consciousness and softly asked for water. Dan Tai Mingyue sprang up from the floor, hurried to the water dispenser, poured half a cup of warm water, and handed it to him.

"The aura of Pangu—how can this be? There’s no way you could possess such pure and primal energy of Pangu," Fuxi’s pupils contracted sharply, disbelief etched across his face as he stared at the figure before him.

In the early morning, the streets of Getdan District were deserted and cold, the shops tightly shuttered. In contrast, the bustle of the neighboring city center seemed to belong to another world entirely.

In Zhao Junchen’s plan, the importance of Taierzhuang was paramount. Though rumors described it as prosperous and rivaling the likes of Suzhou and Hangzhou, Zhao Junchen wanted to see it for himself before he could rest easy.

At 9:30 in the morning, a line of luxury cars pulled into the airport parking lot. Soon after, a group of men in business attire, led by five who were clearly the leaders, marched in perfect order into the terminal.

They filtered out any information from the creature’s thoughts that might benefit the Silver World, and then proceeded from there.

The voice was icy and distant, holding others at arm’s length, but Gerson was used to it and showed no reaction. Only after receiving permission did he open the door and enter the room.

Under Liu Xi’s guidance, Wang Lina found a mid-sized supermarket that had barely been scavenged by other survivors. After half a year of apocalypse, such luck was increasingly rare, and Wang Lina was thrilled, lavishing praise on Liu Xi.

Life adrift at sea for a long time was, without question, monotonous and dull. Staring at the endless expanse of ocean, the initial novelty soon wore off, leaving anyone weary and restless. In many cases, hardship and danger were the true themes of sailing.