Volume One, Chapter 28: The Folk Music Legend Has Returned!

Su Le was quite perplexed as he took out his phone. When he opened D Sound, he saw over ninety-nine notifications. There were messages indicating comments and new followers. He opened his homepage.

In an instant, Su Le was stunned.

"Damn, that's incredible!"

"In less than ten minutes, that blogger has driven such terrifying traffic—his followers increased by more than ten thousand!"

Wang Junjie looked at the follower count on Su Le's Douyin homepage, his face full of shock.

You have to know, as a signed artist with Eastern Group, even with traffic support, he had spent a whole year to accumulate just over seventy thousand followers! He hadn't even broken one hundred thousand yet! Meanwhile, Su Le had only had a folk song made into a BGM and...

When I woke up, it happened to coincide with the school holidays, so I didn't have to go to school. Every day, I just stared blankly at home.

At that moment, my resentment grew deeper and deeper, especially the doubts I harbored in my heart, which kept magnifying, spawning countless fantasies.

We were certainly getting farther away from the main burial chamber. I even started doubting whether climbing up was right or wrong. If we turned back, perhaps we would have already discovered a new tomb passage. Now, even the elevation was off.

Xie Half-Ghost flicked his wrist and drew his Soul-Severing Claw, launching a wild, scattered attack, claw shadows erupting suddenly, like a fierce wind descending from the heavens, sharp and relentless, a fearless, ferocious assault. Tall Fatty shifted through three positions, shielding Old Qian behind him, raising both palms in coordination with Xie Half-Ghost to unleash twin waves of force.

Chen Bing and I arrived at Nuomei's dormitory. It housed eight people, the environment was poor: narrow corridors, filthy walls, and cracked tiles on the floor.

Nineteen tested the sand with a step, leaving a shallow footprint. The sand seemed tightly packed by water pressure; I thought Nineteen might suddenly sink.

The first flash of lightning struck! In an instant, cold light burst forth, sharp brilliance flickered urgently! It seemed as though the White Lotus Leader's figure had been torn to shreds by the lightning.

Amid the crackling chaos at the bottom of the cabin, most of the insect legs snapped, but the remaining legs clung desperately to the floor, the insect body skidding rapidly along the ground to halt just over three feet from the blade.

"Good, good, my son Zhong Ying is always the most filial," Mother Dong squinted, her face as if nothing had happened, smiling brightly.

"Hmph! Then let me kill you right now." With that, Sun Ba clenched his hands, stepped forward with one foot, and lunged at Xing Yue.

Yang Yi's spiritual energy instantly enveloped his entire body. With a gesture, flames appeared out of thin air, forming a ring that encircled him at the center, ready for battle. But the audience witnessing this scene nearly exploded.

"Still pretending!" The white robe flitted around Floating Cloud Warm, who felt a shiver of cold all over: "Stop! It's freezing!" Grabbing the quilt, she wrapped herself tightly.

The researchers finally complied, imitating Brayden by closing their eyes. Indeed, the feeling was tranquil, intoxicating, and no one wanted to return to reality.

The vast auction house stood in the center of the city, its oily black iron walls gleaming. Once inside the city, there was no need to search deliberately—anyone who wasn't blind could see it.

"The physician is brilliant; everything you said was spot on. I am deeply impressed!" After hearing this, Shang Qi said admiringly.

"There may be another reason for all of this..." Ren Wuxin defended himself. But before he could finish, the Demon Lord interrupted him.

The heads of the Five Sects made decisive choices, each sending large numbers of disciples and elders with profound cultivation down the mountain, heading straight for the ice fields.

Xiao Hua's nostrils flared in anger. It was clear the other party was deliberately bringing up unpleasant matters; he still remembered the previous banquet. It was impossible to believe this had nothing to do with the person before him.

Qin Yang opened his hands, smiling at Rong Lang, his slender upper body gleaming like jade, so beautiful it couldn’t be ignored.

If they could win, it showed that these subordinates already possessed the ability to handle most special operations in the world—a good sign.

Upon seeing Wang Ze, Chen Duan asked about many things that had happened in the East Sea. Although reports from ships had arrived at the East Sea Garrison, hearing Wang Ze narrate how the East Sea had conquered Japan and swept through Baekje and Silla in just over a year still filled him with excitement.

"Impossible. Anyone who tries to kill me will not leave alive," Zi Ling Tian extinguished his cigarette and shook his head.

After several failed assaults over the next few days, the tens of thousands of Lin Yiguo troops outside Boroboro City finally withdrew in disgrace.

But he was not a mediocre man. He quickly suppressed his frustration, retreating swiftly while urging his troops to shift formation.

He shouted, and his spear pressed down sharply. With a 'pfft', a giant toothed shark was pierced through its body. A surge of power shook the spear, and in a 'pop', the huge shark exploded, blood raining everywhere.

Since such things hadn't happened, it meant neither of the two situations was likely, greatly reducing the possibility of an ambush. So what was Zhao Shuo's fearless behavior about? Pure acting?

Although Chen Fan did not fear poison, he was already at a disadvantage. Even the slightest effect could greatly trouble him.

Now that he had lost his battle spirit and his sacred physique was beginning to disintegrate, he was a dispensable figure to the Tianhong Ancient Kingdom.

Like a cat playing with a mouse, he gave his prey hope, letting them think escape was within reach, then ordered the destroyer to fire, striking them down. Watching those fishermen move from hope to despair, then slowly die, wasn't it entertaining?

"You see, my clothes are soaked by your tears. May I tidy up a bit?" An Ruiqi forced a smile, using the excuse to push Ning Xue away. He took the handkerchief offered by Fang Tao and wiped at random.

Although Lin Shan had watched the advertisement shoot, he still didn't understand what the scene was meant to convey.

"Xiangcheng, watch your sister carefully. Don't let her get hurt," Comrade Old Li admonished.

"Listen closely. Sister Yue is soft-hearted—she can't bring herself to cruelly break your foolish infatuation. But if you have any sense of self-awareness, don't trouble her again!" Xiaoyan shot Zhan Long a provocative look and spoke righteously.

"According to him, when he noticed someone approaching, he shouted that he was there to pick up the boss and Miss Ning, had no ill intentions, but they ignored him and started fighting. Two fists couldn't beat four hands; soon after, he was knocked out and dumped on the shore," An Ruixiang replied indignantly.

"Douhu, I heard you hadn't eaten all day, so I brought you some food from the kitchen... I don't know if you'll like it..." Xiaoyan placed the tray on the wooden table, wiping her tears with her sleeve.

Fang Shuyiao said nothing. She tried hard to recall everything, her confused eyes gradually clearing. After remembering all the moments with Muzi, she gave Muzi a deep look, then jumped off the bed and suddenly dashed toward the wall.