Chapter 24

Lu Xuehua felt a sinking sensation in her heart. If it was truly a raid by the Japanese, they must have been lying in wait for a long time, meticulously planning to strike tonight—the moment when most students had departed and the school’s security was at its weakest.

The shop was quiet, save for a few accountants silently tallying figures. Hou Wen walked up to one of them, tapped the table, and spoke.

Seeing all the things that had befallen him, yet feeling utterly powerless to change his life or destiny, he could only watch as it all played out.

However, that large toad seemed quite cautious, constantly dodging Lin Hai’s muzzle, and had not resumed its attack.

This was the first time Liu Huo had heard someone analyze the power dynamics within the Sect of Creation so precisely, and he couldn't help but ask.

"Second place: Wei Zhongxian. He dared to call himself the 'Nine-Thousand-Year-Old.' The Eastern and Western Depots of the Ming Dynasty became notorious because of him; even the Emperor’s wet nurse, Madame Ke, became his lover. He was audacious and lecherous beyond measure."

The force of the collision was immense; Liu Huo’s nose was broken instantly, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

How could the Jade Qilin not understand Elder Lan Ji’s intentions? After dealing with her for so many years, he wasn't naive. With a quick roll of his eyes, he grasped her meaning.

"Am I wrong?" Li Nan felt that, despite being a bit fickle, his logic held up.

Beidou didn't dislike Yao Ying’s personality. This was the apocalypse, after all; it was no longer a time for schemes and deception, and it was better to be direct and get straight to the point.

Murong Haoxuan rambled on while quietly working his meridians, hoping to stall her and buy himself that precious sliver of time.

Nangong Qingquan spoke these words while hurriedly lowering his eyes, trying to hide his panic and unease.

At this very moment, Zhan Haoran and his companions had gone straight to Su Luoman’s bedroom to hunt for her jewelry box and other valuables.

The ghastly face was noticeably dimmer than before, and the black mist surrounding it showed signs of dissipating. It seemed that although it had dodged the previous blow, it had still been struck by the shockwave and sustained some injuries. As for how much its strength had been affected, only it could know.

After leaving Qinghe Hall, Jin Qing went straight to Jinzhi’s school. It happened to be dismissal time, and from a distance, Jin Qing saw Jinzhi cupping his hands to his mouth to blow warm air on them, stomping his feet repeatedly, shivering from the cold.

Li Fucai hadn't eaten all day and was starving. After cursing Jin Qing with a few foul words, he tore open the paper wrapping, lay on the bed, and devoured the pound of honey cakes in a few quick bites, letting out a satisfied burp.

But Zhang Yi had underestimated the terror of the ghastly face. Just as the Gigu beast let out a shrill cry, the ghost fire flickering in the face’s eyes suddenly scattered, only to reform in the blink of an eye, appearing even more sinister than before.

Amidst the sound of footsteps, Odom emerged from the room without the slightest intention of returning the salute. Expressionless, he walked past the two guards and headed out along the corridor.

Changning shook her head at him. Was it just an illusion earlier? When she first heard his surname was Bai, she had associated him with Bai Meng, and just now, she had felt he looked very much like him. Was this just a result of her own preconceptions?

The golden plaque of the "Shou'an Marquis Mansion" at the entrance had not even been hung for two months before it needed to be replaced. Yet, Zhao Hao felt little joy in his promotion; for a man aiming for the very top, all official titles and ranks were merely fleeting clouds.

Zhao Hao felt disoriented. He had expected an old Taoist with a transcendent air, but the person who appeared before him was a sloppy young priest.

Long blades and short swords were scattered across the hall floor. The fierce-looking men raised their hands in surrender; although they were usually ruthless, they valued their lives. They had committed no major crimes today and would be released after being detained for a while, so it wasn't worth risking their lives for a meager paycheck.

"Kill me if you want; I won't say a word!" The man stopped struggling, held his head high, and shouted defiantly. He had killed so many people today that even if he were to die, it would be worth it.

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the three changed, especially Bai Cao Tian. Being a natural-born businessman, he understood the value of the medicinal pills better than anyone. Ordinary people could never afford them, as the price was truly terrifying.

That’s right, the Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon was the emperor among the Divine Dragon clan. The Divine Dragon clan was inherently powerful, so perhaps for the sake of balance, there had only ever been two emperors in history. Once those two emperors appeared, they were peerless masters; a Divine Dragon clan with two such emperors was the most formidable force in existence.

After this cycle repeated, no one knew how much time had passed before a dazed Ximen Piaoxue finally regained consciousness. Her previously numb arm was now nimble and flexible, the purple bruises gone, replaced by fair, smooth skin.

Murong Fa’s heart struggled continuously as he asked himself why. At that moment, he was spiraling into madness, no longer caring whether what Qing Hong said was true or not.

To their astonishment, they were still in the same narrow corridor, and directly opposite the elevator opening was still that same white, doorless wall.

The sky was just beginning to brighten. In early summer, although still slightly cool, it was no longer enough to make one feel cold.

Furthermore, he discovered a barbecue grill, plenty of charcoal, and solid alcohol for starting fires in the trunk of one of the cars.

Shen Lanzhu followed the eunuch to the Weiyang Palace, where the guards had already arrived ahead of them to report the matter to the Emperor.

Zhan Guo asked the question that weighed most on his mind: what exactly was Ai Fei planning to do by going to such lengths to become one of the Seven Warlords?

Looking at the sunset painting the clouds red outside the gate, a sense of relief washed over them—the feeling of having survived a catastrophe.

"Isn't this just cabbage? Could your cabbage possibly be different from what’s served in the mansion?" The man chuckled, yet he couldn't help but pick up the spoon to taste it.