Chapter 58: Welcome to the Horror World (27)

She clenched her teeth, exerting all her strength to struggle, attempting to break free from the writhing black entity that bound her, yet the thing remained as unyielding as iron.

At that very moment, the piercing pain at the back of her neck suddenly vanished.

She heard the Principal's voice, sounding almost like a sigh, echo right beside her ear: "We meet again."

Fan Sijin gritted her teeth and asked with fierce resentment, "What do you want?"

The Principal's icy breath brushed against her neck...

I found the voice somewhat familiar, yet it didn't quite sound like anyone I knew. This struck me as exceedingly strange.

Lu San took the currycomb and had just raised it when he collapsed backward like a falling wall, crashing to the ground unconscious.

Hua Shao chuckled wryly, figuring it made sense—this was an official sect NPC, after all, and players were only meant to be beaten.

Because Sun Qing was young at the time and the sole hope of the Sun family, they ultimately had no choice but to accept the court's money and let the matter fade away as they left.

Wei Qianji frowned, his footsteps edging forward as if he intended to ease the tense atmosphere between Xu Yuanxing, Yu Zi'ang, and the others.

The Chronicles of the Central Lands recorded many peerless treasures. Acquiring them would undoubtedly vastly augment a faction's strength. Especially with the aid of the "Wedding Dress Art," within less than a year, one could build an invincible elite force, making the faction that possessed the Chronicles the strongest among the three major powers.

Hua Lang lay on his bed, unable to sleep. He kept turning over in his mind the legend Tong Zhuo had mentioned earlier about the Lin Family Village—a ferocious hound that roamed about devouring people. What kind of legend was this, anyway?

The deck was bustling with people. Lin Cheng found a spot near the edge, leaning against the railing as he gazed out at the distant motherland, the coastline already vanished from view. Would he ever have the chance to return from this journey? A pang of melancholy stirred deep within his heart.

After stepping through the door, Shadow was plunged into darkness, but his field of vision rapidly brightened. His foot gave a slight tremor as if he had triggered some mechanism, and a massive fireball came hurtling from directly above, growing larger and larger before his eyes.

A gale whipped up the fallen leaves on the ground, carrying a fierce and menacing aura. The overwhelming pressure made everyone feel as though their bodies were weighted down with lead.

Just as the two of them were still fretting over how to sell the goods, they suddenly received a notification: due to temporary matters at headquarters, the Elite Training Camp schedule had changed. After the director's opening session tomorrow morning, everyone was to return to their respective posts.

This map is a representative masterpiece of the renowned 19th-century British painter Sir Frederic Leighton.

All the special operations team members felt their hearts race uncontrollably, channeling the spiritual energy within their bodies, waiting only for the final split second to make their escape.

As a result, while other parts of the industrial park were still under bustling construction for additional factory buildings, office blocks, and dormitories, Langsha had already officially commenced operations and production within the park.

The wind here was fierce, and winter was fast approaching. A sudden gust sent a stinging chill across her face, prompting Liu Qing to pull her coat tighter around herself. Seeing this, Murong Chen felt a pang of regret—why hadn't he thought of this beforehand?

A-Ying hurried forward to help pick up the garments, unfolding them and assisting Zhuang Jiajun into his suit jacket.

As the words fell, Chen Chuansheng actually countered A-Bao's punch by pressing in close, gliding around behind A-Bao like a ghost, and lightly rested his fist against A-Bao's back.

"Sister-in-law Yan, your hand shouldn't be held like that. Curve your fingers slightly. Not too much—you're making a hook out of it. Yes, right like that. Now, let's play Do-Re-Mi."

At this time, Xi'nan couldn't spare any attention for Duo-duo at all, frantically searching the carriage for a place to put their luggage—somewhere within sight yet spacious enough. Since Nan-nan hadn't sent him a military dependent's certificate this time, he had no choice but to buy hard-sleeper tickets, which naturally offered far inferior conditions.

However, with all his belongings now fully returned, his lingering anger should finally be extinguished, right?

With a deafening crash, that martial arts expert was struck by the tempest. His mountain-like, majestic body was instantly transformed into a tattered kite, sent flying backward as if torn apart by several giant hands. His body was ripped to shreds, and a rain of blood and debris scattered wildly across the sky.