Chapter 56: Shimmering Silver

In the end, Jiang Ran exchanged these items for five packs of compressed biscuits, ten boxes of self-heating hotpot, and a family bucket of Kaifeng dishes. This was the maximum "loss" she could accept.

Yes, she couldn’t let go of the fact that she had to pay to buy back the ten fragments that rightfully belonged to her—what a brutal loss!

Though a bit disappointed at not getting any bullets, Whirlwind Slash decided to call it a day and completed the transaction with a straightforward attitude.

Not to mention, the compressed biscuits alone could sustain her for several days.

Upon hearing this, Su Tingting bit her lip in embarrassment, lowering her head and quietly leaning against her husband’s arm. She thought the same—that her husband’s encounter with Manager Shen must have been deliberate. After all, he was so clever. But when exactly had he met her?

“Aunt Lin? Hmph, don’t even think about it. With Aunt Lin’s status, would she really go out of her way to arrange something like this for you?” Wanlong said disdainfully.

When Lamar mentioned that name, the astute Vanessa immediately guessed what surprise Lamar intended for her.

Yet, a miserable person is often detestable; who knows how many had fallen victim to him before Li Muran?

As for Qiao Yuanlin himself, after such rigorous training, his hand speed had reached 16.6—a clear leap forward. Seeing Yue Peng, wearing a black baseball cap with his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets, looking so arrogant, a surge of anger rushed through him.

Suddenly, he slammed the car door so hard that it crushed the driver’s skull, blood and brain matter dripping down the side of the vehicle.

That single act nearly caused Azhen to collapse. Though her face remained stoic, tears streamed relentlessly, her righteous indignation as chilling and bitter as the cold wind by the Yi River, as if she had been violated by a beast.

At that moment, Xia Zhifan pushed open the car door and followed Wanlong forward, her large eyes flickering with a mischievous gleam, as if she relished chaos.

“Hehe, Senior Lin Xue, I was just joking with your sister earlier. I have some business, so I’ll be off first. Silly girl, will Night Rat brother come find you to play again tomorrow?” With that, the figure vanished in an instant.

She was Princess Xia Zhou; he was the King of Dali. They were in love, yet he had forcibly taken her kingdom.

Witnessing the scene, Feng Leizi summoned General Anchor. A ghostly fire engulfed his body; four wings, three heads, seven arms, nine eyes—this colossal ghostly hand, rooted in a black spot, hovered on Feng Leizi’s shoulder, radiating overwhelming ferocity.

Bai Mengxi noticed the change in the crowd and cast a subtle glance at the beaming Liu Guijuan, unable to suppress a cold sneer. Unexpectedly, this old shrew still had some brains.

“What’s going on? Is this some new thing introduced by Jinshan Golden Light Temple?” a bull-headed ghost gasped, addressing a companion beside him.

Though he could transform into myriad forms, each transformation consumed a tremendous amount of magical power. To have a transformed appearance casually destroyed was a terrible waste.

However, this pork was exceptionally delicious, richly sauced yet not overpowering the flavor.

Suddenly, Tianmu’s strength seemed to rise another level. The rapid surge caught Wilamina completely off guard. A kick landed on her abdomen, causing her body to lose control briefly. In her peripheral vision, a sharp blade was already dangerously close.

At the very moment Wang Li pressed the detonator, a plume of white smoke rose, followed by a tremendous explosion echoing through the valley. A smoking bundle of explosives rolled out violently.

Meanwhile, the treant wrapped its torso into a massive cocoon with branches. Two giant cocoons within the formation continuously absorbed the primordial power and lightning energy transmitted by the immortality potion.

Countless bone walls supported the entire skeleton inside. If Wang Ying wanted to advance further, he would have to shatter these bone walls to reach the beast’s brain chamber.

Therefore, as the Buddha once said: In the face of Buddha and demon, a disciple of Buddhism who takes a step forward becomes Buddha; one who steps back becomes demon. There is no middle path.