43. The Fishing Village

"Gasoline?" What is gasoline? Everyone looked at Tong Xinya in confusion. What is gasoline? Is it edible? However, Shen Lingfeng suddenly thought of something, and his expression immediately turned serious.

At this moment, Mo Yang no longer had the desire to continue speaking, as everything was merely speculation.

The implication of his words was cruel, yet it was the reality. As the crisis facing humanity across the world became increasingly apparent, massive, and dire, a small, hopeful portion of people would inevitably die in despair at some time, in some place.

"Fine!" Mu Yi immediately struck his left fist into his right palm. Indeed, given their current situation, the best method was to follow the railway tracks; although the level of danger along the tracks was somewhat volatile, it was better than getting lost.

"Say, um, Li Jingjing, what exactly is the background of that young man named Shi Jingtian? He’s so powerful that he actually ranks first on the Sacred Province’s most-wanted blacklist." Looking at the notice board over there, Shi Jingtian asked Li Jingjing, who was beside him, pretending to be calm.

"Perhaps we can end this pointless struggle through other means!" Vishnu seemed indifferent to the presence of Mo Yang and Cabin before him. Rubbing his arm, which seemed a bit sore, he spoke slowly.

Having just sensed the strange transformation in his eyes, Mu Li had no time to feel excited before a sweeping golden torrent struck his body fiercely. He let out a painful cry, then gritted his teeth, enduring the stinging, needle-like sensation.

Fortunately, the military district did not implicate her, though An Xiaoxiao was dragged into it; it was unclear when she might be released.

It was a pity that Wind God Academy would lose a youth with infinite potential. What was even more disheartening was that, following the thunderous explosion of the Pillar of Heaven, he would likely never know how mysterious the one-thousandth floor of the Golden Staircase truly was. All of this would likely remain an unsolvable enigma forever.

"During the interrogation, a slight mishap occurred, and then he became like this. But the point is, it seems like there are two spirits residing in Rong He's body. The one we met before was the fake Rong He, and after he was beaten, it seems like the real one emerged." Feng Lian felt that this situation was difficult to articulate.

There were only two offices on the top floor of the Su Corporation: one for Su Xiang and one for Su Mingxuan. Su Wuyang gripped her fingers tightly. The elevator arrived, and Qin Fangbai guided her out and headed toward Su Mingxuan’s office.

Shi Hao had naturally come as well, but Xia Yang had no intention of meeting him in this era and instead went directly into those ancient immortal ruins.

At this time, Kuroda Hisataka, in a fit of rage, issued his final order, demanding that all Imperial Japanese Navy soldiers fight their last battle for the Emperor’s holy war and destroy the few warships of the Great Qing Dynasty.

He still missed Su Yingmei. Having not seen her for a day, and recalling her tenderness from the previous night, Lu Haotian found himself unable to stop thinking about her.

Less than ten breaths after the three of them left, a young man in flowing white robes suddenly appeared within Wuming’s field of vision.

The Emperor, along with Ci'an, Dilong, and others, stayed there for nearly two hours. Seeing everyone busy at work, they finally finished washing the duck feathers from that cart and then found bamboo mats to spread on the ground, placing the feathers on top to dry.

"This is your father joining forces with others to defy the heavens and change your fate. Everything in the Mausoleum of Gods and Demons was arranged for you, all to save you!" Xia Yang replied.

Dilong then explained: "The principle behind the German automobile is that there is an engine here in the car. Due to the movement of the machine, the entire car is driven through the rotation of the drive shaft, allowing the car to move."

In fact, he had already seen the situation on the road ahead of the convoy clearly through his clairvoyance, but the necessary performance was still indispensable.

I sat in the coffee shop until past eight in the evening before I saw Sun Jie’s car pull out of the parking lot; it was a white BMW 7 Series. Seeing Sun Jie leave, I quickly paid the bill, went outside, hailed a taxi, and followed her car. I had a premonition that the people Zhou Yuan called were going to make their move tonight.

After saying this, he stared intently at Dong Ru’s expression, and seeing no reaction when she heard the surname, his eyes gradually relaxed.

Ximen Jinlian turned to look; the young man who had been secretly watching her earlier was now looking at her with some shyness, appearing as if he wanted to say something but held back.

The hospital room was in chaos; some were busy trying to set the bed back in place, some were busy restraining Qin Huanli, who was jumping, shouting, and making a scene, and others, hearing Xiao Rong’s scream, chased out of the ward.

"Old Chou, can you really not tell which era this object belongs to?" Zhang Quan finally couldn't help but ask.

What Xu Anhao regretted was that, even though she was the one in the most awkward position, she was still thinking about preserving the man’s dignity.

Han Wei never expected that the other party was after the White Jade Ring. Not many people knew about the White Jade Ring; who exactly was this person? Han Wei pondered continuously but could not find a suitable suspect. He looked at the man with the mole, hoping to find a clue in his expression, but the man remained completely calm.

Lian Yumou stared at Helian Cheng, her eyes bloodshot, whether from anger or hatred, it was unclear.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, the old man in charge of the auction returned to the stage. Even with his temperament, he could not help but look toward Lin Qianye.

Patriarch Cheng and Ling Feng were discussing the recent battle when they were suddenly informed of Daochengzi’s visit, which surprised them both.

Zhan Bai felt as if he had been choked by his own saliva and couldn't say a word. In his heart, he kept reminding himself that it was a myth, merely a legendary myth... therefore, he shouldn't pursue anything, but Ximen Jinlian's mindset also had serious problems.

"What kind of lousy tattoo is that? You need to do it properly for me, use the best technique!" Mule glared.

In this world, the Holy Mother of Wudang became the Old Mother of Mount Li, and through diligent practice, she entered the Saint Realm, preserving a lineage of incense for the Jiejiao.

Chen Ru'er still maintained her pure, fairy-like appearance, wearing a pale red peach-blossom brocade, with a pure white cloak draped over her shoulders. When the wind caught it, she looked as ethereal as a celestial being.