Chapter 126
The next day, Xu Yunzhuo received a call from Sister Cheng. Sister Cheng insisted she go film a commercial; although she had turned down all her subsequent work, this was one she had to do. With the addition of her rejection of the dating reality show director's invitation, Xu Yunzhuo was now effectively retired from the industry. Under immense pressure, Sister Cheng told her, "Yunzhuo, I can give you three days off at most. After that, you must accept assignments regardless of anything else, do you understand?"
Three days... that would be enough.
After they left, Xu Huang, having received orders from Liu Ye, walked up to him, knelt on the ground, and cupped his hands to report.
When I had run quite a distance, Zhang Mengfei called me. I answered, but I said nothing. My heart was filled only with Han Rong, and I was wondering why she had become this way.
Huang Ze sat on the sofa in the living room, focused inward, acting as if he saw none of what was happening here. Wang Chao was happily teasing Huang Ze, turning on the projector while introducing each of his new video games to the inspector.
Just then, a voice suppressed with anger came from the doorway. It was Xiao Yuheng, who had walked in still wearing his official robes; it seemed he had come directly without finding time to change.
Wang Chongyang felt the same. He knew Donghuang Taiyi was targeting the source of evil energy. If he hesitated now, he would only give the enemy an opportunity, not to mention that this was not his first time here.
"Isn't that simple? They have delivered the prize right to our doorstep, so what is there to consider? I'll just capture Zhao Zongxiu and then go find his father at the Dan Sect. Father, what do you think of this plan?" Liu Chuan suggested.
When I climbed up, I saw that the lids of several coffins had fallen to the ground. In each open coffin sat a zombie. They were dressed in Qing Dynasty attire with hats on their heads, exactly like those seen in movies.
No one had any objections, so we hailed a taxi to find a karaoke bar, ordered a few bottles of drinks, and sang at the top of our lungs.
By the time he received news of the two, it was already the moment when Xing Conglian had summoned all departments in the city for a meeting—which was now.
The Magma Destroyer was still five hundred meters away. The spatial summoning gate appeared entirely purple-blue, which meant the creature responding to the call was extremely powerful and skilled in acidic, poisonous arts.
Taisui spat out some saliva and made the hybrid swallow it. Fifteen minutes later, the exhausted child stopped breathing in Wang Ping's arms.
Hearing Chen Ying's voice, Lin Yuxuan reflexively pushed Wu Kai away and sat up in bed immediately. Her face flushed so red it seemed as if it might bleed; she was so mortified she wished the ground would swallow her up, and she lowered her head to fiddle with her hem, at a complete loss.
No one thought there was anything false in what Luo Qichang said, although no one believed that killing the Hundred Ghosts was as easy as reaching into one's pocket as he claimed.
Everything truly lived up to a remark he had once made: he was born to survive on the battlefield. Through combat, he could vastly improve his own abilities and power.
In the Southwest Base, without the help of Taisui, Duan Tianxing, and even Shan Lin, those few dozen civilians alone would have been enough to give him a headache.
The two put on a fine performance of a benevolent master and a loving disciple. At the same time, some unspeakable information flowed into Li Xun's mind through this gesture.
"Golden Evasion Technique." The old man was somewhat surprised. It was not that the technique was rare, but that a Golden Evasion capable of traveling tens of thousands of miles in one go was a talent only one thing in existence had possessed since ancient times.
Watching the magic circle rotate continuously, the black soul crystal at its center began to emit faint flickers of light. Each spark, once it drifted beyond the circle's perimeter, transformed into a human-faced worm crawling in every direction.
Goalkeeper Golana was just about to charge out, but the ball suddenly swerved sharply backward. He hurriedly took a few steps back, arms spread as wide as possible, eyes locked onto the ball in the air. He was not confident he could touch it. What if he missed? He dared not imagine.