Chapter 80: Brother, I Want to Follow You

“Where were you all before this?”
“We were in the parking garage of a mall next to our neighborhood. My father had a hard time making contact and finally found that place,” Wen Ling replied between sobs.
“Then why isn’t your father here?” Cao Bin asked.
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Chu Feng’s attire was plain, and it was obvious at a glance that he was no one important. Offending someone from the Netherworld Sect was no small matter—it could get you crippled in an instant.
Dong Chengzhuo’s intentions most likely reflected Dong You’s, but at this point, he truly couldn’t decipher Dong You’s thoughts.
Two deafening gunshots rang out at once. Yu Xiangru screamed in terror. Qin Hao jolted and immediately grabbed the body of the robber leader, using it as a shield in front of himself.
At the farthest edge of his vision, one hundred and eight peaks hung suspended thousands of feet in the air, like immortal mountains towering above the mundane world.
Moreover, the bone powder scattered on the ground, which blocked out the sun’s energy, had clearly been sprinkled there later. In theory, those miners buried here would have held the most resentment at the moment of their deaths—the person who set up this array could not have been unaware of this.
In Qin Langya’s hospital room, after Qin Wuya finished recounting the events of the past three days to Qin Wentian and Qin Langya, the atmosphere instantly grew heavier, weighed down with suffocating tension.
But what happened when I threw that punch was something I hadn’t anticipated at all. I watched as my fist was about to shatter that young, innocent face, but just as it was about to make contact, a large hand seized me. Then, a heavy blow struck the joint of my right leg, and I dropped to my knees.
The two spoke with careful restraint, striving for silent understanding. In fact, the old Black Tortoise, with his inherited bloodline memories, was not ignorant of the shattering of the Great Desolate World.
Just when everyone thought Jiang Hao was doomed, they saw him move at the critical moment.
This was, in the truest sense, the first time anyone had been able to give him a long-term and correct guidance on the path of the laws.
It was as if Yan Yu had long forgotten about these envoys, and whether the venomous-faced spider posed a danger no longer seemed to matter. It truly felt as if they, the idle princes of various nations, had just been invited over for amusement, each left to their own devices, as if back in their own countries, left to survive or perish as fate allowed.
“Why is it silent again?” Tang Hongfei wondered if there was something wrong with his ears. After a moment, they heard Cheng Yi inside, calling Liniang “my dear wife” with deep affection.
Gu Xinrui had received a down payment of three hundred thousand from Ashan beforehand. Ashan thought she was deliberately cheating him, and no matter how Gu Xinrui tried to explain, he refused to believe her.
“I really can’t understand you. Knowing you won’t get a decent meal, yet you still show up so eagerly,” Liniang said with a smile and a shake of her head.
He shouldn’t be wearing that white coat—he should be clad in flowing robes, standing tall against the wind. If ever a young lord unmatched in the world existed, it would be someone like him.
Upon hearing this, Li Jun cursed over the phone, questioning why six thousand was given to the old lady when only four thousand had been paid at the hospital. Couldn’t they be more assertive? Why should others get their way? Was it because they had money to burn?
Fang Duo bent down, squatted, and pinched the bloodstains on the ground between his fingers, bringing them to his nose and sniffing gently. As expected, it was unmistakably the scent of an evil spirit.
“Mancang, let go,” Tang Hongfei said, unable to stomach people who relied on power and influence. That kind of attitude disgusted him.
Completely unaware, Lu Qingyi was curled up in her boudoir, eagerly awaiting news. The Shen family had come to propose marriage, but the wedding date was still unknown.
“Heroic, my ass. Don’t get cocky just because you slipped up in the gutter,” Yao Yongkui snapped, his eyes fixed dead ahead.
Yet Tang Ziyu already sensed something was wrong—his body was growing numb with cold like an ordinary person, and even his mind was moving a beat slower than usual.