Chapter 44: Getting Into the Groove (3)

Back then, if someone other than Han Zhenhan had been in his shoes, what good would it have done even to win money at the gambling den? Would the Golden Cloud Society have simply let anyone walk away with the cash? Of course not. No matter the time or place, wherever there are people and wherever there is a martial underworld, the only rule that prevails is the law of the jungle.

The atmosphere instantly grew harmonious. Coupled with the kind of environment impossible to enjoy in the city, everyone's mood relaxed completely.

Just two meters right in front of us, the willow-leaf sabre struck something, emitting a crisp, humming sound. As Gu Xi traced shapes in mid-air, the sabre beyond the two-meter mark rang out repeatedly, producing sparks, and the path it traversed formed a straight line.

"Isn't this a place for ghosts? Aren't they afraid of this Bagua diagram?" Liaofan blurted out the moment he saw it.

After I forcefully drove Tang Xiao away, he slumped onto the sofa and began to howl, his voice loud enough to make one's scalp tingle.

Realizing what those movements signified sent a chill through my heart, giving rise to an indescribable terror.

Even though some sea-folk possessed healing abilities, when he crashed to the ground, he could no longer get back up. A horrifying hollow had formed in his chest, and his internal organs within were almost entirely torn apart and scorched.

Before the syllable "ba" could be uttered, the door opposite suddenly opened, and Fu Shijin, dressed in casual homewear, stepped out carrying a bag of trash.

Du Ruo let her embrace him, listening quietly to her weeping without making a sound, his eyes fixed on his senior martial brother, Jia Ren.

Just in time, He Xing, having finished handling official business, rushed to the ward. Seeing the scene before him, he quickly gestured to the doctor and nurse to take Yu Jiaqi away.

They only had themselves to blame for previously thinking Li Yunfeng was easy to get along with, and some even used to join in the chorus of mockery, blaming Li Yunfeng.

This is also one of the foundational theories of body-replacement technology. As for the rejection reaction between the body and the brain after replacement, one could only rely on drugs to maintain it for a certain period until the brain was completely metabolized by the new body, which would signify the completion of the entire body-replacement process.

As for those thirty-some local residents, he did not specify the exact number, but at a glance, there were definitely around thirty-five.

However, just as they destroyed the stone figures one by one down to ten remaining, a blood-red glow suddenly began to emanate from the bodies of those ten stone figures.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them were directly teleported to another location.

"Leng Yi has succeeded." High up on a large tree by the lake, Bai Susu, Ye Fei, and Yin Yue were hidden in the foliage. At that moment, the ginseng sprite reappeared on Bai Susu's shoulder. Seeing the frenzied actions of the iron-thread snake, a trace of joy surfaced on the sprite's face.

Meng Luo's memory drifted back to the morning on the coach, when Ye Fei had suddenly asked him a question.

He knew that as long as he could give a single valid reason, he might survive. If he could not come up with any justification, then—regrettably—he would likely lose his life.

Instead of an answer, a dragon's roar echoed, instantly piercing into his body and locking in a ferocious battle with his soul. Yet, at that very moment, the soul of the Demonic Scorpion also awakened.

"Everyone, I have already stated the stance on behalf of the Alchemist Alliance. What do you all say?" asked a representative of the so-called Alchemist Alliance.

This was the Arhat's fist. A single strike unleashed by such a punch was enough to awe everything. The Arhat's fist radiated boundless divine light that projected upon all things, its majesty overawing creation.

Two men died without a sound. The middle-aged man's brow furrowed, but he was also a man of hot blood; now that Zheng Chen had made his move, he could no longer remain indifferent.

He belonged to the prime-of-life faction and possessed sufficient qualifications, but the door to advancement had already been shut. He had no choice but to seek a new path and fight for survival in the jaws of death.

For instance, the second volume, "The Ownerless Land," was intended to properly flesh out a mission while implicitly explaining most of the reincarnation rules and unfolding the personalities of the main characters, which naturally made the section somewhat longer.

Making a silencing gesture with a chuckle, Chen Fan said, "Since we've brought it up, I don't mind telling you, Fellow Daoist, that back when you were refining stones to mend the azure firmament, I had already imprinted my divine sense upon that multicolored stone."

"Uhm... I left that crystal ball in the dorm," I said, spreading my hands with a helpless expression.

Yet, from the surface of the sea, fierce sounds of battle drifted over from time to time. Who were these sounds of combat coming from? Clearly, their realms of cultivation were exceptionally high; their might was so terrifying that it even made Wang Erhei wonder if they truly hailed from another realm.

Most old industrial districts were barren and economically backward regions with scarce employment opportunities. Aside from joining government agencies, people had little choice but to return to farming, causing the per capita GDP to perpetually drag down the province's averages.

Suddenly, a smug burst of laughter echoed from outside, followed by a massive figure appearing at the entrance of the cave, blocking the opening entirely.

As he spoke, he picked up a bottle of over-proof white liquor from the table, emptied his drinking glass, and poured himself a full cup to the brim, gulping it down.

Although Su Wei had already buried the Red Alert soldiers near the Blood Soul Stone and had also dealt with the corpses of the Poison Scorpion Guild's soldiers, those were, after all, more than forty thousand bodies—it was simply impossible to clean them up completely.

"Young Master Lin." Dona gazed at Lin Luochen with tender affection. At that moment, a sharp pain pierced her heart, though regrettably, Lin Luochen did not understand her feelings.

The Eastern Sea had now turned into a blood-red sea of death, whipped by towering waves that seemed to respond to Bi'an's words.

No matter how hard Xiayang racked his brain, he could not fathom these various mysteries. To escape the pursuit of the terracotta warriors and divine generals, he had no choice but to push forward relentlessly, or else his only end would be death—or a miserable one at that.

Li Ruonan and Su Wanqing went to the guest restroom on the first floor to tidy up briefly, and afterwards returned to the table together, looking quite satisfied.