Volume One, Chapter 22: Unveiling Secrets and Overcoming Initial Perils

The cold wind howled, turning everything it touched into ice. The extreme chill froze all in its path, a stark contrast to the stifling heat of the season.

The two walked hand in hand into the hall, where they saw Old Master Jing, Mr. Jing, and Uncle Jing Er seated on the sofa.

Unexpectedly, there was so much money. Xia Zhi smiled with narrowed eyes, carefully folding each bill before counting them. To her surprise, there were six hundred sixty-eight yuan and thirty-two cents, instantly bringing in over two thousand yuan.

Jiang Chen found an excuse to stay behind. Even after Hua Chen urged him several times, he did not leave.

“Why the hurry to get us out here?!” Sun Wei sensed something was amiss and asked.

Old Madam Gu, seeing Hu Lina’s sincere and remorseful expression, couldn’t help but scold, “So, you’re fond of our family’s Beicheng, aren’t you?”

Seeing Geng Haoshi staring blankly at her, Yu Manman once again gave a captivating look, beckoning him over with a single finger.

“Brother Jie, try this new stuff!” A rather sleazy-looking young man pulled a packet of white powder from his inner pocket and said.

Elder Xiao and Elder Nu were shocked, leaping to their feet. They exchanged a glance, both terrified and elated, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Amidst the shifting aura came the sound of metal clashing, like a giant clamp suddenly gripping an iron rod.

The next day was the arena’s opening day. Lin Feng returned early from school and logged into the game.

Seeing it brought heartache, a reluctance to part, yet he couldn’t rush out to take her hand and say, “Come with me.” Anyone could do that, but he could not.

“Forget it, you can go.” Lin Feng felt nauseous, waving him off. To be as pathetic as Nie Fan truly was a failure.

No wonder my eyelid has been twitching for days. When I saw the news about child trafficking on TV, I was relieved that Qiuqiu’s environment was peaceful, unlike those children who suffer endless hardships.

Back when the Heavenly Palace was in chaos, all his elder brothers fled, unwilling to confront the heavens. He had his complaints. They all had their legacies and didn’t want to risk everything. He fought, yet still lost.

Tang Ya lowered her head with a sigh, forcing a bitter smile. She never expected such a result — her hard investigation met only with others’ ridicule.

Most present knew Tang Ya. When the security guard spoke, the room erupted in murmurs.

As the two went upstairs, a few drunken youths came down, greeting Maiselin. Two had tattoos on their arms and necks.

Seeing Patch already issuing an eviction order, Coulson and Melinda exchanged a glance, smiling awkwardly.

Within just nine minutes, the Emperor of Heaven was seen weeping on TV. In a pure white room with exquisite yellow tatami mats, beside a superman warrior sword, the well-groomed emperor knelt and sobbed.

“How is there a wall of light in this swamp?” Xiao Yimo’s eyes filled with doubt. As he spoke, he slowly stretched out a hand to press on the glowing wall.

Moreover, the location of Gladini’s appearance was carefully chosen. After days of battle, the monster army had roughly identified the allied forces’ key strongholds. Naturally, Gladini challenged their relatively weak points to stir trouble.

Once you reach out, you risk being accused of interfering in another nation’s internal affairs. At that point, who would bear responsibility for the decades-long core policy of the Huaxia government being compromised?

Murong Xiao supported himself on one hand, nimbly flipping out to land steadily atop a fallen tree trunk. A deep slash marked the spot where his body had been moments before.

“What did you feed me?” Sika felt uneasy before even chewing and looked at Yoonah, questioning her.

At that moment, the sound of hurried footsteps came from all directions. Those appearing now could only be members of the Radiant Morning Star Magic Corps sent to capture Alex.

Xiao Rongrong mumbled indistinctly, repeatedly calling Lin Dong’s name. Her arm hooked around his neck as she kissed him—first his face, then his neck. Her hands were not idle, sliding inside Lin Dong’s coat, caressing freely.

“Is this the Dark Temple? Are the legends about it true?” Wills’s curiosity about the Despair Mountains was even stronger than Xia Zuo’s. Upon seeing him, he couldn’t help but approach and ask.

Before Zhang Kaifeng finished speaking, two young men in business uniforms arrived at the entrance of Fengji Supermarket—the same two who had followed Fan Jianmin earlier.

They had reviewed many cases, but the symptoms of this new infectious disease were unheard of. Without knowing the source, treatment was impossible.

“Finish talking, then go to hell!” Qin Shuai abruptly struck, punching Wu Chengfeng’s chest.

Though the enemy did not fully enter the “pocket” as Ji Hongchang planned, a full assault had to be launched to prevent their escape. Zhang Tao and Gu Jingsheng immediately called Fang Zhenwu, Ji Hongchang, and Xuan Xiaofu, then issued the order for the entire regiment to attack.