Chapter 126: White Bones

The man in the black jacket and Qin Yunhao entering from two different portals could be considered a normal trajectory. Even the results derived from calculations were somewhat convincing. But I had crawled into this grand tomb from under someone’s bed—how could this be anything but a farce? The scene was so unnervingly quiet that I didn't even dare to breathe. It wasn't just Professor Kang who was calculating in here...

Suddenly, a vine slowly rose, poised to lash out at Sha Qiange like a whip, intending to shatter her state of being.

Accompanying the ambush, the Eighth Route Army troops began to carry out mopping-up operations in squad-sized units. The Japanese soldiers, already dazed and disoriented from the impact, completely lost the ability to resist, forced to watch helplessly as grenade after grenade was tossed into the carriages.

Ye An, who had intended to keep a low profile while watching the livestream, instantly became the focus of the entire chat room again.

"This wine is called Blood Wine!" Ye Bei said earnestly. In reality, he hadn't actually named it when he first brewed it a thousand years ago; he had simply added the name on a whim today.

Ye An sneered and said nothing. He had no use for such reluctant apologies. However, he found the young man in the white shirt somewhat unfathomable—why would he help him?

What Zhao Tiehu hadn't anticipated, however, was that his deliberate interference had caused Japan to harbor even greater resentment toward the future Allied powers of Britain, France, and the United States. Conversely, Japan’s contact with the Axis powers had become significantly closer.

The two regained their composure, and one of them drew his sword. The other kicked the corpse aside, remarking, "This fellow was too clumsy." The soldier’s face was filled with curiosity and relief; it did not seem as terrifying as he had imagined. The contrast in the enemy’s behavior was stark.

He still had to show respect to the middle-aged man; after all, he was a veteran of the Mingde Hall, and given the difference in their generations, he could not afford to act recklessly.

Of course, everything preserved by the National Salvation Association would eventually become Zhao Tiehu’s. In Zhao Tiehu’s view, the treasures looted from China by Japan in the early years had to be repaid, no matter what; no one could change that.

It was past eleven at night, and the park was very quiet. I pulled her toward the deeper parts of the park. She grew frightened, dragging her feet and refusing to go further, her voice beginning to soften in submission.

Unless, Xia Jin had encountered some other fortuitous opportunity, with a master of medicine secretly teaching her from the shadows.

As soon as the two entered the backyard, a man in his forties, somewhat portly, approached carrying a tray. On the tray were two steaming bowls, though it was unclear what they contained.

It seemed that the Blood Emperor, Dongfang Qing, was truly dead. But how exactly did he die, given that he could stand toe-to-toe with the Dao Gods? And why was it that his avatar had been able to survive until now?

"So, what is it that you actually want here?" Rui Yan yawned, sounding somewhat impatient.

Upon hearing this, Temai immediately imprinted the mental image he had captured into everyone’s minds: vast forests of towering ancient trees crashing down, while a monster the size of a mountain instantly ground everything in its path into fragments.

That day, dinner at the Xia household was divided into two locations: Xia Zhengqian and Xia Qi accompanied Xing Qingsheng in the outer courtyard, while Madam Shu and Xia Jin dined in the inner courtyard.

Yet, at the very moment the lightning was about to strike the top of Xiao Yi’s head, a miracle occurred. As if possessed by a spirit, the lightning suddenly veered off course, plunging directly toward Xiao Yi’s mobile phone instead.

Therefore, when that disciple lunged at her, the cyan-purple poison pill in her hand shone brilliantly. Watching that pill, even Qin Shi, standing behind her, felt a surge of cowardice.

This was the first time she had truly killed a person since arriving in this world. She had watched others kill before, and many had died because of her, but she had mostly killed demonic beasts. To take a human life with her own hands—this was a first.