Chapter 40: Three Rules

Seeing Meng Lianqiao’s keen interest, I deliberately kept her in suspense as I began to tell the story.

When I was young, I was timid, but on the way to school there was a peculiar Mountain God temple. What was strange about it? Normally, the Mountain God temples we see are mostly alike: small red buildings, inside are altars to the Mountain God or the Earth God and his wife, and two sticks of incense burning in front.

Such Mountain Gods...

A commotion erupted outside, and the door was suddenly forced open. Several soldiers stormed into the room and swiftly pinned Jin Fatty to the ground.

“If it’s convenient, please take me to the room,” Shen Qian didn’t bother with pleasantries, going straight to the point with Song Yuchen.

It must have been during the Yuan dynasty. The Mongol barbarians conquered the land but did not act like proper rulers. In their eyes, the Han people were of even less worth than cattle or horses. One can imagine what days the common folk endured.

Dozens of evil spirits were burned to death by the flames within moments. The rest were dispatched one by one by Xu Wei.

Although the Chief’s words were calm, his expression was stern and his presence imposing. Like an old lion, he inspired awe even while lying down.

Unable to sleep, he could only take out his phone, find a photo of Gu Xiaoxiao, and imagine her sometimes charming, sometimes mischievous appearance. Closing his eyes, he did not know how much time passed before he finally drifted into sleep.

Because the system was invaded by a virus, the creator of the Wolf God System might have already noticed the anomaly. Worried that his scheme to cheat the host out of merit points would be discovered, the Wolf God decided to be more discreet for now and planned to open some previously free functions for Qian Xun to use.

Their interactions on Weibo were lively, and many fans were indeed drawn to this sisterly bond.

Fortunately, Zhu Ziming’s physical strength was quite impressive; otherwise, carrying a crate of grenades plus a light machine gun weighing more than ten pounds would have been impossible.

“Please present your badge to prove your identity. If you don’t have one, turn back. Unauthorized personnel are not allowed inside.” The two apprentices spoke in unison, their voices cold, clearly accustomed to repeating this phrase.

Ett-Reif: Her marksmanship is extraordinary, but she is far too arrogant and conceited, always brimming with self-confidence and looking down on Sleeping. She carries three guns: Green Fire, First Sniper, and Rift Sever.

“Who are you? Is it your place to speak here?” Qian Yuluo shot a cold glance, and Ye Yinzhen instantly fell silent.

Although wounded, Xiang Jun remained formidable, and it took the combined strength of several high-ranking deities to barely contend with him. If any of them were caught alone or let their guard down, Xiang Jun would claim their lives in an instant.

She washed the potatoes brought by Martinez and placed them on Mark’s bed. There were dozens in total, not for immediate consumption but intended to be used as seed.

“So, what do you think? Is it big enough? Have you ever tried before? Now I believe someone will finally see it.” Long Ji pointed at the large characters on the wall, making Meng Weiwei laugh until she cried.

Hearing such words, Li Hongming was delighted. After all, dealing with a few zombies was much easier than facing hundreds.

Yang Bo returned to Lushun on the second evening. Back at his residence, Yun Niang was still busy calculating accounts. Yang Bo didn’t disturb her and instead settled into the lounge chair in his bedroom, picking up a stack of Tang newspapers to read.

Xie Yunting placed the green whistle between her lips and blew. Instantly, the Green Spirit Bird responded to the sound, flapping its wings as it flew over. Its bright eyes gazed down at Xie Yunting, a hint of confusion flickering in their depths.

“So that’s how it is…” As Su Xun slowly finished speaking, the other end of the phone fell into an eerie silence.

Wang Kun skimmed through the posts and quickly understood: these people, all tipping with grateful hearts, would rather have half their money taken by Qidian than do anything noble, like giving it to officials for charity. After all, charity was just feeding the officials’ stomachs.