Chapter 58 Wang Zhijun

"Are you suspecting that this Wang Hong might be the person they need?"
"Yes, she went out shortly after taking the form. I followed her out a little while later, pretending to go to the restroom, and saw her enter Director Wang's office."
"However, she returned before me, and she probably grew a bit suspicious of me, so someone started keeping an eye on me by nightfall."
"As for whether this Wang Hong is truly the one, it cannot be confirmed just yet; I only saw the blood type, along with two test results—"
Yunji had been established in Suzhou for quite some time. Although its development had been slow due to the deliberate suppression by certain parties, and it even showed signs of struggling to hold its ground, Yunji's sudden and aggressive rise made those same people hesitant to confront it directly. Meanwhile, those who truly possessed genuine capability did not take Yunji seriously at all.
Yet, after merely a glance, everyone immediately withdrew their gaze and plunged back into their busy routines.
However, he forgot that when a person climbs stairs, their body naturally sways slightly from side to side. As a result... a subtle breeze brushed past Jiang Nan's ear, causing his spirit to jolt instantly, and he instinctively pulled Huangquan down to flatten themselves against the ground.
"Brother Zheng, is that some kind of extraordinary treasure? Should we figure out a way to... take it down?" Chen Lang also crowded forward, his eyes gleaming as he stared at the stone tablet, thinking to himself that anything capable of startling even Qin Zheng must be out of the ordinary.
From afar, they saw the courtyard with its wide-open gates. Against the wall beside the entrance lay pool after pool of white vomit, and that sour, acrid stench mingling with the reek of blood made the stomach turn even more.
I took a deep breath, let out a loud shout, and then sprinted toward Asari. Noticing this, Asari raised his sickle and slashed at me, which I hurriedly blocked with my Three-Pure Yang-Transforming Spear.
The power of the divine beast Diting was his very own power. With the Diting beast absorbed by Tang Ye, he lost his strength and withered instantly into a dying old man. He sat cross-legged on the ground, his back bent, his eyes barely able to open, reduced to one whose life was near its end.
He knew nothing of her past, nor why she had chosen to walk this path. All the countless lives lost in these mountains were forfeit simply because he had failed to drive his sword home back then.
When everything dissipated, Jianghai was unharmed, except that the Yin-Yang Diagram had vanished. It had not yet fully matured; although it defied the heavens, it could not withstand the might of the Palm That Overturns the Heavens, and could only retreat into the world of his dantian for Jianghai to find a solution himself.
Having heard the three of them discuss the Shield of Fear, the crowd held Li Zhiyuan in even greater awe. After all, the Art of the Seven Emotions and Six Desires was exceptionally difficult to comprehend, requiring the courage and resolve to burn one's boats behind them—something ordinary people could never achieve.
They had initially been confident of escaping, but from the colorful wind tunnel, Jiang Zhuofeng caught sight of a supernatural power, particularly the red and white hues within the spectrum, which had become exceptionally pure.
The scenery retreated continuously until, as the setting sun dipped below the horizon, Lin Yu and his companion finally shook off their pursuers, only to find themselves completely lost in the primeval forest.
"Yes, sir." His face was full of suspicion, yet he maintained a friendly tone while his right hand instinctively reached toward the holster hanging at his waist.
And so, Jin Potian thrust his right hand into his bosom, drawing out a paving brick from the spatial pouch passed down by his ancestors, which they had procured from another realm.
Early the next morning, Li Hao rose before dawn. He first had breakfast, then went for a walk in Fuxing Park near his home. The morning air was quite fresh, and many retired elderly people were practicing Tai Chi or dancing in the park.
Those commoners must have been plundered by the demons. How pitiful they were; undoubtedly, they were destined to be food for these monsters.
Looking at Yan Wuji's mangled and bloody face, everyone felt a heavy ache in their hearts. Just now, facing the blood corpses, a brother had already fallen. In the impending catastrophe of the blood corpses, no one knew how many more would depart.