Chapter 42 He Has Something to Tell You

Ghost Hand slumped down onto the ground. Zhao Xiaochen and Divine Eye stepped forward simultaneously, and just as Ghost Hand had said, it was simply a stone planted right here, without even the tiniest gap, as if it had entirely grown out of the earth.

Suppressing a smile, Lin nodded solemnly in agreement. Afterward, he teased his younger sister for a little longer until it was time for her dinner, then ended the video call with a few words of careful instruction.

Yan Le arrived at the New Trend Real Estate Agency, signed the documents, and instantly transferred the full payment from his card, purchasing all five apartments.

Both bedroom doors stood wide open, leaving Su Guoguo staring in utter bewilderment at her grandfather collapsed in the living room.

Fine, I believe in science; this method is definitely effective in certain interrogations. Immortal Wang must be facing the exact same dilemma right now.

Before they could even react, Lu Feng had already landed in front of the grand gate and delivered a ferocious kick.

After finishing his drink, Zhao Xiaochen found a firewood chopping knife, poured some wine over the blade, and held it briefly over the flames. The fiery tongues leapt outward instantly.

There was still no response from the North Gate. Yet, despite their intentions, just holding their respective posts was already stretching Lu Jiu, Bieli, and the others to their absolute limits, leaving them no spare moment to even feel distracted.

The operation would brook no hesitation. Since the warriors could not find a favorable opening, they had no choice but to grab Gao Yu back at the first opportunity and find a secluded place to hide.

"I'm not going either. Besides, there wouldn't even be enough seats if everyone went. Jun and I will stay home," Liya continued.

Leng Yuefeng's body crashed heavily onto the severed half of a wooden stump... a landing spot that made any onlooker draw a sharp breath of secondhand pain.

While the Southern Ming dynasty was flourishing with each passing day, the conditions in the neighboring nations were truly abysmal. Take Xisi, for instance, which had already descended into civil conflict. By the time Ouyang Luoyuan received the news in Southern Ming, Xisi was practically finished.

Elder Qin had already given up on the idea of severing the vines; this was a spell combining the Metal and Wood elements, and expecting a mortal who had only practiced rudimentary physical-conditioning martial arts to cut through it was sheer fantasy.

"Manager Qi, do you realize what you just said? Are you sober? Are you talking nonsense? Are you joking?"

Therefore, unless circumstances were truly prohibitive and left them with no other choice, most people avoided broadcasting directly via their smartphones.

"Idiots. Two idiots added together are still idiots. The two of you actually thought you could save someone?" Beiming Ao's mocking voice rang out right beside their ears.

The fat man started, clearly startled by this ordinary sentence, and immediately turned to bolt toward the doorway.

"Very well," Leng Yuefeng nodded. Back in Moon City, the old beggar had been a figure of wise counsel, and he could also divine fortunes. His predictions were astonishingly accurate.

The more Leng Junhao listened, the more delighted he became, thinking to himself that tomb-raiding families had finally come out to plunder treasures. No wonder they had ended up in this desolate town.

The high-ceilinged foyer and stately corridors complemented each other, while the arched windows and masonry corners displayed effortless elegance and luxury. The entire villa possessed a dual aura of solemnity and romance.

"What? The Seventh Imperial Brother is dead, too?" A trace of terror flashed across the Second Prince's shocked face, and he involuntarily took a step back.

If one could acquire some of these stones, wouldn't that mean they could be used to forge profound weapons, or even sacred artifacts?

Elder Jiang trod upon the void, his complexion steady, yet a trace of anger now stirred within him. When Elder Jiang grew angry, rivers of blood would flow for a thousand miles, and lives would be taken without a trace! "We shall see whose skills prevail once we cross hands!" Elder Jiang shouted sternly, taking the initiative as he instantly left an afterimage in the air, brandishing his fishing rod to strike at the monster.

Yang Youji, who was standing on guard while holding a giant bow, frowned at the sight and casually loosed an arrow. The black arrow streaked through the air like a bolt of dark lightning, reaching the protective barrier in the blink of an eye. With a soft "pop," like a needle piercing a soap bubble, it shattered the barrier into dust.

Liu Xun knew his own limitations. If Liu Ye truly harbored such intentions, given his lofty reputation among the scholars, commoners, and military of Lujiang, it would be effortless for him to hollow out the commandery governor's office, instantly reducing Liu Xun to a mere puppet in Liu Ye's hands—leaving him entirely devoid of even the slightest capacity to resist.

The next moment, a massive hand descended from above, akin to a sprawling black cloud blotting out the sky, and slammed directly into the grey-robed young man. In an instant, terrifying force surged outward, sweeping up countless waves of atmospheric pressure.

Violent lightning bolts suddenly crashed down onto the surrounding peaks, sending jagged rocks flying, buildings collapsing, and mountains trembling. Blue-and-purple electrical radiance engulfed the entire summit, while gasps and screams echoed from afar, accompanied by a faint scent of scorching ozone in the air. Even Ye Xia and the others halfway down the mountain could feel their hair standing on end.

Lone Wolf quickly helped Ye Ye up, and after a brief examination, concluded that excessive agitation had caused his old head injury to flare up once more.

Flanking the silver phantom flying daggers were dozens of standard spacecraft. Hundred-Dagger and a retinue of servants would accompany Ye Chen back to Earth; though they were leaving the Liushan Secret Realm, Hundred-Dagger felt not the slightest grievance. In his view, following Ye Chen held far greater value than remaining behind in the Liushan Secret Realm.

As she spoke in a coquettish and delicate tone, her fingers, coated in bright red nail polish, traced seductive circles up and down Shen Ye's chest, raising a fresh crop of goosebumps on his skin.