Chapter Fifty-Two: Ruined Home, Lost Lives

Meng Wen's face turned pale, and he couldn't help shouting out, "Hu Yue!"

However, the other party didn't care at all, and even deliberately added, "As a result, people in those buildings ended up dying or falling ill. Everyone thought the residential complex was cursed and moved away one after another, allowing him to successfully acquire them at the lowest possible price!"

The mention of the "Bloody Basin Mirror Reflection" formation caused Wang Youcai's gaze to turn cold.

One must know that this was an extremely malevolent geomantic layout.

It belonged to the category of light-reflecting malevolence, where the source of the reflected light...

Ultimately, when Caesar walked into the castle of the Duke of the Azure Wolf, no one dared to step forward, while Octavian directed the warriors to take over the castle's defenses.

The surrounding team members wore expressions of sympathy while simultaneously looking relieved. It seemed that this terrifying entity had not taken a fancy to them, and they would likely escape disaster safely.

Enormous bolts of lightning, resembling coiling dragons, continuously descended, striking the location where Lin Jie stood.

Department Head Zhang looked at Xu Yang with an expression as if he had seen a ghost, shouting loudly that it was impossible, absolutely impossible, that it was fake, and that it had been stolen.

Nangong Qingyun showed no hesitation and directly uttered Nangong Ao's name. Hearing Nangong Qingyun's words, Liang Chen parted his lips slightly, as if the storm within the Nangong family could no longer be contained.

"That's good. It seems this old brother of mine still has some luck left. Are you going if there's a good thing?" At this moment, Boss Zhang looked entirely like a creepy uncle luring someone with a lollipop, giving Xu Yang a sudden chill.

Yang Fan grabbed the wooden stick and pulled it forward fiercely, causing the massive woman's body to trip forward in a clumsy, face-first tumble.

"Dogus!" Sui Zilong looked up, watching the figures of the two dragons in the sky with deep concern.

"Right!" Dragon Three immediately broke into an excited smile, turning his head to sweep a provocative glance at Blade, the corners of his lips curling up as he chuckled softly.

"What's wrong?" Elder Tan, who had all along been protecting and watching over Xiao Tie's side, instantly noticed Xiao Tie's abnormality. With a jolt in his heart and a flash of movement, he was already by Xiao Tie's side.

Upon entering, Hong Feng stood on the left side of the office desk, about a meter away, his arms hanging naturally at his sides. Nie Zhenbang found nothing strange about this; after all, Hong Feng was a former chief secretary to the provincial party committee. If he couldn't even handle a small detail like this, then his tenure as the former provincial secretary's top aide would be completely worthless.

Despite the Speaker's smile being so amiable, his gaze felt as though it could inflict pain, causing Asran to involuntarily look away.

Falling down with a stiff body, Chigir gently pressed against Qin Feng's neck; the breath of life had already vanished.

I thought to myself, this is even better. I'll get you drunk so I can make my move later. Since you won't be able to drive, I'll drive for you, and then I'll take you to a hotel. Isn't that wonderful?

Qin Feng shifted his gaze to the three of them. Zhou Di's explosive arms resembled coiling dragons and twisting snakes, and a black tank top highlighted his massive, well-defined muscles.

"How should they be dealt with?" Xiao Teng turned around to look at Xia Zhiming and Blitz, who had collapsed limply onto the ground.

Yet deep in his heart, he remained puzzled. Having witnessed his "Floating Willow" movement technique, this old bastard—unless he was an absolute fool—should have known that relying solely on this palm technique might not necessarily defeat him. How could he still dare to make such a ruthless bet?

Although Xuan Zhengqing was merely Qingshan Yun's junior martial brother, he held an identity that Qingshan Yun lacked. At least within Circle City, Xuan Zhengqing's prestige far surpassed Qingshan Yun's by more than a notch.

Nodding toward Huang Zhiyuan and waiting for him to exit through the side door, Nie Zhenbang also walked toward the office door.

Therefore, when we entered the corridor earlier, we hadn't studied these stone tombs and the like in excessive detail.

The insecticide explosion would probably buy He Jiahui about two seconds, and for He Jiahui, those two seconds were more than enough.

Jin Yun put away the talisman and smiled affably as she watched them line up and drift in an orderly fashion through the Gates of Hell.