Chapter 43
Li Ming was almost numb. There had been too many similar blows over the past two days; just as hope filled the horizon, the way out would be blocked by some sudden twist of fate. Therefore, upon hearing what Lin Long said, he did not faint on the spot, but deep inside, he felt a strong urge to break through this halo.
In other words, I look even less reliable than a bird, with a face that just begs for trouble! Ziqiong seemed to understand as well, lowering her head with a slight tremor of her body, looking every bit like she was trying to stifle her laughter.
Yi Shuihan rubbed his forehead, breaking into a cold sweat over just a few sentences. For the first time, he felt that facing Sicily was even more hazardous than battling thousands of rogue cultivators. He felt a deep sense of sympathy for Uncle Renault—how on earth had the man survived this? It was a miracle.
Since Li Juncheng and Zhang Tianlong both came out of the Special Reconnaissance Company, it was easy to understand why they possessed such remarkable combat skills and driving techniques. Zuo Jiang knew they must have other special skills as well, which simply hadn't been displayed in front of him yet.
The vegetation on the cliff grew increasingly sparse, and the rock face became smoother and smoother, leaving fewer and fewer protuberances and crevices to grab onto.
At this moment, another undead curtain opened. The sunlight was no longer so scorching, carrying only a faint, dazzling glare, while within the light, something seemed to vaguely multiply.
Zuo Jiang glanced at his watch; there were still twenty minutes until six o'clock. He said to Song Kexin, "Kexin, go back to your room to wash up and get ready. I'll come over to call you in a bit." After getting off the plane at John F. Kennedy International Airport, Zuo Jiang's watch had been set to New York time according to the large clock in the terminal building.
Feng Xiaoxiao wanted precisely for Jing Feng to expose his general location so that he could close in—he wasn't afraid of the man failing to show himself. Figuring that the other's objective was to intercept him, he feigned departure, confident the man would have to reveal himself. Feng Xiaoxiao felt secretly triumphant.
Upon entering the ice monument, a gust of cold wind blew past, and the secret door behind them was swept away by the fierce gale, transforming into a plume of black smoke that vanished without a trace.
"What's wrong with being on the mountain? Didn't Mom grow up on the mountain too?" Lü Xiulan spoke with a hint of agitation, her voice rising considerably.
Among the four teams, the other three had all halted, leaving only the team led by Situ Mo to continue charging forward.
To be honest, Fu Yanlin had truly never expected that, between himself and Fu Boyuan, Jiang Yue would choose him.
Pang Bei had not anticipated that he wasn't the only one eyeing this plump rabbit; a snow-white ermine had targeted it as well.
With the arrival of the two, regardless of their ethnicity, a flash of astonishment could not help but cross everyone's eyes.
These blood lines probed through the air like sightless worms, clinging tightly to the ceiling and floor of the ruins, spreading and extending like fungal hyphae into every corner of the wreckage, weaving a carpet composed of red mycelium.
Moreover, the opponent's left arm was bound in bandages, clearly having just been through a battle and suffering not-insignificant injuries. Yet she seemed completely unconcerned with her wounds, keeping her gaze fixed on him with fierce excitement, her pupils sparkling like stars.
Yet facing Li Xingzhou, her anger felt more like a disguise to cover up her inner hesitation and doubt.
Directly forcing open the safe door using physical means, Li Xingzhou looked at the stacks of US dollars and over a dozen gold bars inside, whistled with satisfaction, and opened his own suitcase. He took out the prop money he had brought along, and then, while tallying the items, transferred the money and valuables from the safe into his own case.
As for those four experts, they were rather unfortunate. Not only were their bodies pierced through, but the violent sword qi emanating from the black object instantly blasted their frames to smithereens. Three of them died on the spot, and the remaining one, likely because he was standing slightly off to the side, merely lost an arm.
It wasn't until night fell once again that the funeral arrangements for Jia Tiangui and Elder Xiao Qi were simply concluded. Meanwhile, Taoist Priest Jia had shut himself deep inside his room, uttering no extra words, save for the sounds of weeping that drifted out from time to time.
Li Liehuo suddenly understood: how could ordinary humans exist in this place? They were actually transformed demons from the Demon Realm world.
"What the hell do you know? Damn it, more than thirty people, and all of them fully armed. By the time backup like us rushed over, that boss had long since vanished without a trace," Li Yi said, rolling his eyes.
"Qianqian? Ask them where they are. If they're still in the downtown area, maybe we can head back together," Li Xiaofan suggested upon hearing Liu Qianmeng's words.
Therefore, whether it was when Li Xiaofan blurted out that abrupt confession or when Liu Qianmeng accepted it without hesitation, both of them mistakenly believed this was all a dream.
Just like that, overnight, Li Xiaofan became a massive celebrity known to everyone across the ninety-eight major ghost-hunting families.
"Yoona, why are you here? This place is a long way from Seoul," greeted Liu Inna. While she and Im Yoon-ah weren't particularly close, they did know each other.
Shi Qi still hadn't fully processed what was happening. Rather passively, he reached into his pants pocket, pulled out a banknote and a few coins, and placed them on the table before the two of them.
As for the denizens of the Underworld, even the Ten Yama Kings included, they were not permitted to enter the Earth Immortal mortal realm at will; they could only travel between the Underworld and the Heavenly Court. Therefore, in Bai Ze's view, as long as these matters were properly handled and the Book of Life and Death was returned, once they crossed back to the Earth Immortal realm, the beings down below would be powerless to do anything.