Volume One, Chapter 88: Someone Wants to Harm Your Child

Inside the hospital room, Su Tong’s hands did not pause for a moment.

She placed another talisman on Jia Fu Ren’s chest, another on each of his palms, and one more on the soles of his feet, arranging them into a simple formation for preserving vital energy.

A faint golden glow, imperceptible to ordinary people, shimmered around him like a thin veil, enveloping his body. His once rapid and feeble breathing seemed to steady and lengthen, and the bluish tint on his face gradually faded, his complexion returning to normal.

Though it was a desperate gamble, Gu Chuan’s initial ferocious assault had not been his true full strength; he needed Han Jing to reveal her abilities first so he could respond accordingly.

Sui Yi, the North Luo Gang’s second enforcer and one of its veteran elders, had enjoyed boundless prestige within the organization. Once Nangong’s plan succeeded, he stood to gain endless wealth and honor—yet today, he died here.

“You talk too much,” Lei Yu said coldly, and with a twist of his hand, broke the man’s neck.

“My name is Han Qinyu, and I’m the director of the Heaven’s Decision Battleground Project,” Han Qinyu said with a smile, extending her hand to Jiang Ling.

Kisha discarded her [Azure Eye] card, drawing two new cards into her hand and then launching into another frenzied round of play.

“Be honest—do you do this sort of thing often?” Yaorao suddenly asked, her gaze fixed on Lei Yu.

It had already been ten minutes since entering the battlefield. The side quests had all been triggered, but the main quest was still conspicuously absent, even though the battle information stated that the first three players to complete the main quest would be considered the victors.

That mighty dragon, previously dormant, had let out a deep, thunderous roar that aided Liu Tuo’s cultivation. If he could awaken the slumbering dragon within, just how terrifying would that be?

Chenjing watched You Jian, who had suddenly become supremely confident, still unable to grasp what had just happened.

The eccentric old man had once said these swords were genuine mystical artifacts, not mere illusions conjured by a formation. If Yun Xiao could retrieve even a few hundred of them, wouldn’t he be set for life?

A mist slowly obscured Ji Ruobing’s vision, and Li Zixiao’s figure grew more and more indistinct.

“A separation of the family?” Ye Mengfang had just stepped into the hall when he overheard the others discussing this, prompting him to ask in surprise.

Yan Runteng said nothing as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one, lit it, and drew deeply.

It seemed he had become an outcast—so much so that even offering help now frightened others. Was his ability a blessing or a curse?

The old man wobbled off, fading from the Heavenly Sovereign of Freedom’s sight. The Heavenly Sovereign fell into deep thought; everything seemed to hint at something crucial, yet he could not quite grasp what it was.

“Stop fooling around and come with me!” Li Zixiao’s tone was unusually firm, so much so that even Ling Yue was taken aback.

Then, to everyone’s astonishment, a miraculous spectacle unfolded: three more versions of Shentu emerged from his body.

Looking in the direction from which the waves rolled, Yang Chen stopped rowing the raft and let the slight current carry him a mile back.

That time, it had been the routine alchemy lesson for the disciples of several palace lords and the scions of the elders.

What was meant by ‘the villain complains first’? Wang Zhao had seldom experienced such high-level treatment before, but today, he finally did.

After some time, Wang Qingyue sensed that once the rage had subsided, the others left, and all the furnishings that had once been there vanished entirely as if they’d never existed.

Yama’s voice faded. Not long after, I felt someone shaking me repeatedly. When I opened my eyes, it was the black car driver.

Song Qiu opened his eyes and gazed at the dim courtyard; it looked as though the world had ended, but nothing around him was damaged, as if nothing had happened at all—except the sunlight seemed to have grown much dimmer, almost as if it no longer existed.

Yet, being zombies, their sensory needs were different, and with the help of their organs, and the shadow left by the Son’s punishment of Sun Li, the two sides had oddly fought to a draw. It was impossible to determine which was stronger.

Leng Ye paid no heed; when someone tried to make him let go, he refused. Besides, it was impossible to see inside from outside, so he wasn’t worried about being discovered.

“Actually, this would be a perfect place to plant a grapevine. When the season comes, it would be so comfortable,” someone remarked. There might be a few mosquitoes, but a little incense would take care of that.

The apocalypse had ruined the entire world, and it would take decades, perhaps centuries, to return to anything resembling the previous level of civilization. According to Pei Yingmin’s conservative estimate, it would take at least a hundred years, given the state of construction and technology, to reach pre-apocalypse standards again.

In December, the weather in Xihong City had already turned cold. In the early morning, the biting wind made it almost impossible to get out of bed.

Before Katerina could react, the young man had already pulled out a monocle made of crystal and placed it over his left eye.

Klein collected his thoughts, drew the revolver from the holster beneath his arm, and began his daily shooting practice and maintenance.

So the polluted object had come from here, and yet, this treasure had no guardian at all? Gao Peng found it hard to believe; he had expected to face a king-class monster or perhaps a dozen lord-level beasts, battling his way through untold hardships to claim the prize.

“Heh, weren’t you always clamoring to meet the genius inventor? Well, here he is—aren’t you happy?” Liu Qi laughed.

As previously mentioned, some things are better believed than not. Han Jingcheng’s behavior was so strange that even Lin Qingqing was left completely baffled.

The agile youth Sab Bu Bawan, who had been “parkouring” through the jungle, was now very close to the camp.

A well-dressed, deferential young servant escorted Baron Garcia along the castle’s corridors.

Within the illusion conjured by magical energy, the most sinister and terrifying fragments of his memory were brought to life.

The avant-garde Chen Sisi wore nothing but a pair of hotpants below, looking wild and uninhibited. Her long, shapely legs were particularly striking, white and lustrous, like two finely sculpted lengths of lotus root.

At that moment, Huang Lie was seized by murderous intent. The brown robe draped over him billowed in the wind, whistling sharply. Spirals of energy howled around his body, brimming with killing force and oppressive power, forming a massive hand of light that crashed down upon Yun Hao.