Chapter 30: Wang's Funeral Home (4)
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The waves rolled and surged violently, and a hundred-zhang-high white tidal wave swept across the sky with a majesty so immense that it seemed as if it were about to destroy heaven and earth.
Then, he ran into another room not far away. When he came out again, the medicine cauldron in his hand had already vanished.
It was not the natural darkness brought by the falling night, but rather a profound, oppressive atmosphere that compounded the darkness—a heavy, suffocating feeling that suddenly enveloped the minds of all cultivators within the peak.
Outside the arena, Situ Tingting was so anxious that she wanted to rush right in, but she was instantly blocked by the Beast King.
Hidden behind the lush grass that stood well over a man's height, Lin Han slightly furrowed his brows. He turned his head and cast a pensive glance at the black-striped spirit tiger beside him, whose spiritual awareness had just begun to awaken. His gaze flickered slightly before he raised his eyes to gaze far into the distance. The sight that met his eyes could not help but send a shock through his mind and soul.
He leaped down, following the spring water as it rushed downwards. His black suit vanished, replaced by a black chitinous carapace. He stretched out his hand, grasping a dark mysterious long spear. He had transformed into Biman.
Upon hearing this, Wang Zhirang felt a jolt through his entire body. Thirteen had said that Eleven was very smart; without a doubt, Eleven had already begun to suspect his identity.
Employing a move identical to the one the opponent was about to drive into his own heart, Yang Yan thrust straight toward his heart as well.
Wolf gave an awkward smile and said, "Helena, actually you didn't have to follow me. I can handle this evil spirit myself, after all..." At this point, Wolf suddenly fell silent.
After listening to Lin Yuan's explanation, Ye Xian could not help feeling a bit vexed. With such picturesque mountains and clear waters, and such pleasant scenery, he had wanted to thoroughly enjoy it.
"Whether I call you Brother Mao or Brother Mao, in my heart you are worthy of respect. Without you, there would be no me today. My life probably would have ended up just like how it was yesterday."
Old Man Luozhu's martial arts skills were quite good, making him an expert within the Sun Moon Holy Cult. After Ren Woxing disappeared, he retired in seclusion outside Luoyang City, making a living by weaving bamboo products while secretly helping Ren Yingying track down Ren Woxing's whereabouts.
Yang Xi walked up to me, glanced at Lin Mochen, and finally let her gaze fall upon me.
Under Shao Rong's direction, the driver drove the car to the side of a mechanical well house at the entrance of the village. Ahead of them lay a vast open ground, and in the exact center of this clearing was a large hole—precisely the dry well Shao Rong had mentioned.
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If one can rely on one's face to make a living, then one should start by eating with one's good looks. Since Mom and Dad gave such a fine face, one must not let it go to waste. Wasting resources is hardly a good habit, is it?
The waters of Shenzhou are unfathomably deep; no one knows where some colossal giants and supreme masters might still be hidden.
Shi Shiyuan had gotten his way. He leaned against the door, drunk and reeking of alcohol, holding a liquor bottle, and flashed a baring, tooth-grinning smile at me, a wave of heavy alcohol stench washing over my face.
Though it consisted of merely a few simple words, for some reason, they made my nose sting, and tears that I had thought were already dried once again flooded my eye sockets.
"I merely soiled a pair of his shoes; you don't need to pin every single misfortune that happens to him in the future on my head, do you?" Yang Dong retorted.
A fierce wind howled, disheveling Lin Mochen's hair. The black trench coat draped over his shoulders had been battered into rags during the previous shockwave, and the air was thick with a charred, burnt smell.
"Good, good, good, truly exquisite!" Huang Jianhong, who had been watching the eccentric monk's demonstration from the side, could not help but cheer aloud.
Zhou Yeming felt quite conflicted inside. The excellence of this cultivation technique was beyond doubt; it must be a cultivation method belonging to a major sect. And naturally so—for those large factions, spiritual stones were the least scarce resource, whereas talent was the hardest to come by. With massive spiritual energy to assist, cultivating four acupuncture points simultaneously could not be simpler.
This room was small, and its decor extremely ordinary. Concubine Chen was lying on the bed at the moment, looking extremely frail.
Not far in front of Wanshou, a grey rat let out a miserable scream as it was bitten by a green snake and torn into powder.
The eyeballs of Yamata no Orochi showed little movement; they merely broke free from Hachiki Ryuji's hand and fell back down. Hachiki Ryuji figured this was probably meant as a polite dismissal to see the guests out, and immediately after, the teru teru bozu doll also took flight, soaring off in a specific direction.
Huang Jianhong watched attentively from the side, discovering that Liu Piaopiao at times resembled a descending evil ghost with vicious and fierce moves, and at other times looked like an exiled immortal entering the mortal realm—carefree and evocative. Every single move and stance seemed to contain infinite follow-up strategies, yet also appeared as simple and plain as a single ordinary strike.
The materials Zhou Yeming requested were scarce to begin with; he was simply preparing them in advance to avoid being unable to refine pills when the time came.
Of course, the reason these rioters were able to succeed so rapidly and distribute these supplies—which were bound to rise in price—along the streets was entirely because the mastermind behind the scenes was a black-market tycoon currently in the process of washing his hands clean and caring for the welfare of the common people.
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She said she was waiting for Lady Ling to return, but what if Lady Ling's health did not improve for half a year or a year? She could not force Lady Ling to come back, lest word got out and she herself ended up saddled with the reputation of abusing her seniority to bully others.
The others nodded without hesitation, their hearts deeply approving of this moniker. Shura was the ultimate recognition of Chen Chuan.
Today, Zheng Sanlin had originally not wanted to make a move, but his subordinates said that these young people could not really be considered tourists, seeing as they had already mixed themselves into a band of vagrants.
Ma Jian opened his mouth as if to say something, but seeing Tang Kuan's exceptionally resolute gaze, he finally cupped his fists, uttered a word of farewell, and led his men to escort Zheng Peng as they charged toward Li Xiancheng's direction.
They had been tricked. The Cui family definitely knew the other party was a general and an imperial envoy, yet they still had sent him out to take the lead—wasn't that pushing him straight into the fire? Fortunately, that General Zheng was easy to talk to; the blazing temper of that Left Xiaowei general was entirely caused by the overbearing nature of the Cui family.
Hearing this, Li Yi's chaotic mind instantly settled. He offered an embarrassed apology, sat down in his usual seat, and quietly regulated his breathing. Once his breath evened out, he picked up a large-lidded bowl and took a large gulp of warm tea.
Once, when Lando was shopping in the town of Kucha, she got into a conflict with a shopkeeper and was almost injured. When Khan Sulu learned of this, he personally led his men to smash the shop to pieces, leaving that shopkeeper—who had failed to recognize Mount Tai—with nowhere to voice his grievances.
Ten thousand years ago, after Neltharion pointed the Demon Soul at his own kin, the immense power erupted by the artifact not only shattered the dragons, but also inadvertently channeled into his body, bringing about terrifying changes to the black dragon's physique and power.
"Hoo..." At that moment, a burly man resembling a steamed bun, sitting closest to the prison cell, suddenly let out a slow breath.
Of course, it was impossible for them to drive a submarine into China's territorial waters, so they had no choice but to use qinggong to cross the sea's surface.
"Roar!!!" The red-eyed zombie let out a miserable scream, and just as it wanted to turn its head back, it found that its body simply refused to turn anymore. When dealing with a zombie whose arms and legs were broken, one could easily come up with a hundred different ways to torture the monster.
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