Volume One, Chapter 118: The Young Bee Rescue Plan (1)

By the railing, Jiang Yingli unconsciously rubbed the hilt of the knife hidden in her sleeve, her gaze sweeping over the foreign police officers checking documents one by one.

However, crafting intermediate or higher talismans was not something that could be accomplished overnight; it required not only a wealth of experience but also a considerable number of spirit coins to support the endeavor, for the failure rate in making talisman paper remained high.

Now, shamelessly insisting he pay what was due, made Qin Ming feel uneasy. Yet, glancing at Zhao Rui, Qin Ming sighed, thinking Zhao Rui had made the right decision by agreeing on his behalf. If Zhao Rui hadn’t helped him today, the boss would surely have found another way to make trouble for him.

The director forcefully shook off Zhu Mingyu’s grasp, finding Zhu's touch utterly repulsive. He had never encountered someone so morally depraved! It’s the twenty-first century—how could such people still exist?

“Impersonation? Ha!” Tang Sheng glanced disdainfully at Liu Jing, ignored her, and strode straight into Full Moon Tower. The guards at the entrance, upon seeing Tang Sheng, hurriedly saluted and greeted him; Tang Sheng waved his hand, signaling there was no need for formalities, then entered and departed.

Yun Chen observed the completed barrier, yet Zhang Badao and the others remained oblivious, prompting him to let out a cold laugh.

After about a week of research, one day I stood before Kexin’s palace holding the karaoke device. I used my sword fingers to channel wood attributes and succeeded in conjuring a vast field of roses—roses that wouldn’t be crushed by gravity.

The instant Kanako opened the door, Zett’s soul had already returned to his body, and Zett himself had awakened.

The thriving commerce was not only due to convenient transportation; another crucial reason was Xuancheng’s abundant iron ore.

“Stop, be on guard,” Sun Xiao immediately ordered, and the vital energy around him surged. The rest of the caravan swiftly drew their weapons, dismounted, and hid behind the horses, scanning their surroundings.

Unfortunately, Chen Lin did not receive any system notification for achievement points! He wondered if he had to fully cash out the jadeite before it would count as truly earning over two billion.

If wisdom couldn’t keep up, the success rate for upgrading the twisted flesh sculptures could not be guaranteed.

Meanwhile, Emperor Shitian was openly reorganizing the army, preparing for distant assaults, and even revealed the precise locations for the upcoming campaigns.

The Deputy General Commandant oversaw all deputy generals within the army—a position equivalent to a chief of staff in later generations, ranked just below a division commander. Ling Xia had coveted this post for ages, and now, if he chose to withdraw, his dream could finally come true.

The hacker perched on Lu Zhan’s shoulder also took note of Xia Weiwei, the well-endowed woman from the snow mountain.

“Looking for Master Lan? He’s not seeing guests today. Besides, the master never saves the living!” the servant replied.

Lu Zhan’s silhouette had vanished along the road. Zhang Lingsu ran all the way to the hotel and pressed the doorbell.

These spells could generally cover hundreds of square meters and their destructive power had greatly increased, making them ideal for bombing densely packed troops.

White Eagle, as an underground organization’s cleaner, had always been doing what the Health Surveillance Bureau failed to—putting it nicely, fighting crime; less charitably, meeting violence with violence.

They had never committed any truly heinous acts for Wolf Night Fort; their usual outings merely relied on borrowed authority to intimidate outsiders. These people, in truth, did not deserve death.

Meat Mountain—a new variant of zombie mutation, whose transformation was almost entirely focused on growing flesh. This form of fission ultimately turned humans into such grotesque beings.