Chapter 38: Can Puppets Learn Skills Too?

The letter was only three pages long.

Jiang Ran flipped through it several times in disbelief before finally giving up—sure enough, it was an incomplete letter, and after reading it, she felt even more confused than before.

With a bitter laugh, she tossed the letter into the space, out of sight and out of mind.

But the rare good mood was inevitably shattered.

Sure enough, one must not be too complacent; after a great rise comes a steep fall.

The letter looked quite old.

“All things under heaven have their weaknesses; his words are not to be trusted!” Hong Yue interjected at just the right moment, joining in a duet with Yue Mochen.

Only then did Zhang Junhao realize he had been set up by Xiao Jingtong. The Yang family hadn’t denied him a place; it was Xiao Jingtong who had crossed him out.

Luo Feng seemed oblivious to this, ignoring the ghostly creatures closing in and instead summoning the Reincarnation Transfer Tower, which hovered above his head.

It seemed Fāng Tóng’s hatred for the Mo family was genuine. If handled well, Yue Mochen could easily bring him onto his side to jointly oppose the Mo family. But first, he needed to ascertain the stances of the other two mentors mentioned by Fāng Tóng.

“Alright, enough with the idle talk. Let’s get down to business,” Sister Cai decided not to dwell on it any longer. If this kept up, she feared she’d be choked by Yu Tian, who was growing ever more arrogant.

What exactly was going on would have to wait until He Ning was willing to speak for himself. After all, besides work, she was also facing a mess of her own. After today’s daytime fiasco, who knew whether Yang Zhiyuan would give up or escalate things further.

Meng Wujian’s eyes were bloodshot; his once striking features now wore a vacant expression. He stared blankly at the young man before him, his mind awash with thoughts.

Jessica, curious, followed the sound and saw that the ship’s hull was riddled with a dense row of bullet holes. The setting sun’s rays filtering through the holes cast a warm glow inside.

Countless swords pierced through his body, various sharp weapons tearing through him as if to shred him to pieces. It felt as though a great mountain pressed down upon him, immobilizing him. His soul trembled uncontrollably in that moment. This was the visceral sensation brought on by the Golden Thunder Tribulation.

Yue Mochen smiled faintly, his gaze fixed on Mo Wuxing as if trying to see through his very soul.

“Master Xuan, actually, that entire battle just now was planned and orchestrated by him. You should commend him,” Wang Dong said, pointing at Huo Yuhao, betraying him without a second thought.

Wang Hao had no choice. After all, at this distance, the damage from a shotgun was awkward, especially since his S686 was completely unmodified.

The Southeast Asian men were momentarily stunned, then chattered among themselves, their faces visibly relieved.

It had already been three or four minutes, yet the last person’s whereabouts remained unknown. The poison zone was limited; at most, two more waves would bring total devastation.

From afar, Li Yisheng stood in the center of the black hole, looking up at Gu Xuanming with cold, grim eyes.

Wang Hao knew well that at this stage, winning chicken dinners with cheats was expensive. If the price list sent by Flash was accurate, and their cheats were indeed stable, then their price was truly generous by industry standards.

Stopping a taxi, Ye Ning tossed eight hundred in cash into the driver’s suspicious gaze before being allowed in.

“What happened in this ancient divine realm? Why is it so desolate?” Ghost Wuchang furrowed his brows deeply.

Lin Hao was circulating his energy in response to her initiative, but suddenly felt her cooperation vanish. Opening his eyes, he looked at her in confusion.

Because they had performed best in the previous five rounds, they remained in District 33. After a new draw and regrouping, five new teams joined them for further assessment.