Chapter 39: Singing in Harmony

"Husband? What does that mean? Do you mean I should kill that wretched man, my lady?"

Liu Yijia spoke with a sickly, twisted smile on her face. She then scrambled toward Xie Yunjun’s feet, seemingly intent on curling up at her legs like a pet. She did not succeed, however. Before she could even touch Xie Yunjun, she was sent sprawling to the side by a swift kick. Even after being kicked, Liu Yijia showed no anger, continuing to crawl forward toward her.

Lu Yu’s expression grew increasingly intrigued. It was a sword; beneath his very feet, a blade was calling out to him.

Fan Xun shook his head. If it could heal, why couldn't it be restored to its original state? Perhaps the duration of the jade therapy was too short.

Viewed in this light, their attire seemed to represent the Four Holy Beasts of ancient China—not only beautiful but brimming with majesty. They were truly divine beings! Yet... with them dressed so seductively, were they not afraid of people drooling over them?

Liu Tuo glanced over and saw Gong Danming sprinting wildly toward the inn’s staircase, his heart trembling with fear. Liu Tuo swept past him, launching a heavy-handed Tiger Claw strike that erupted in mid-air and slammed into Gong Danming’s shoulder blade. With a sickening crunch, the bone shattered instantly.

All the preceding preparations had been a trap, step-by-step, to lure him into the "Manipulation of Creation" technique. This art required prior setup, meaning the resources to create the physical space had to be deployed at the designated location beforehand. If performed in haste or on the spot, the chances of failure were exceedingly high.

After moving the footstool back into place, Wei Xian climbed up, only to be met by two gun barrels pressed against his head. He obediently raised his hands and crouched by the opening. His core had shattered into seven independent "spaces," and to his delight, while he wasn't sure if he could still send red envelopes, he could at least use the seven spaces individually.

However, operating the "Jade Clarity Divine Eye Talisman" was a time-consuming and exhausting task. It was much like sitting in a security room staring at surveillance monitors. Wei Jinyi was a Plane Master, and a Plane Master’s life was never idle; she had to handle the affairs of the plane while balancing the maintenance of order. Consequently, Wei Jinyi was quite weary.

Zhang Yue slept soundly, though her chest felt a bit heavy. When she awoke, it was already deep into the night. The night sky outside the window was sprinkled with faint starlight, simple yet exquisite.

Hearing the commotion, Mo Chuang nodded, pressed the button on the glass pillar, and inserted the pill. As air rushed into the chamber, the corpse inside began to inhale greedily. This intake caused it to swallow the Corpse-Suppressing Pill, and within an instant, the body ceased all movement.

With a single order from Factory Director Yang, the workers around him left the communications room in high spirits, running to every department in the factory to spread the news.

Seeing this, Lin Qingxue felt both puzzled and fortunate, leaving him no choice but to secretly redouble his efforts in training.

Xia Feng finally reached the edge of the village. Apart from the hundred or so Yellow Turban soldiers who had entered the village, the remaining five hundred were split up and surrounded by the cavalry of the National Guard.

However, relying on his powerful cheat, Fan Li remained patient. He spent a day recharging his energy before activating the Fate Roulette once more.

After ushering Lu Xiaoxiao, whose face was as red as an apple, into the house to sit, Tang Feng rolled up his sleeves to help his grandmother fry shrimp. He did have some culinary skills; back in the army, to get a taste of fresh food, he had spent plenty of time in the kitchen helping out—and sneaking bites.

"By the way, now that I've returned, I would like to borrow something from the two of you," Yin Feng said earnestly.

Seeming to have come to a realization, Yin Feng gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, and viciously hurled the notched hoe in his hand far away.

Luo Tong’s Toyota drifted sharply through the turn, plunging onto Wei Liu Road without slowing down. But as the headlights illuminated the road ahead, the young man behind the wheel slammed his foot onto the brake.

They had been discovered long ago, but the robots had been too busy to deal with them, so they simply ignored them and let them hide. Once everything else was handled, the robots reappeared. They were, after all, the most perfect experimental subjects.