Chapter 130: Other People’s Lives Are Nothing More Than Stepping Stones

Another two days passed like this. Ca Bianyao stood upstairs, gazing down below at the young couple still trapped on the truck, showing no sign of leaving.

The difference was that they had now settled there completely, as though they had temporarily made it their home.

They ate and slept on the truck. Once the mood took them, the young couple even engaged in a little intimate exploration there.

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Most of the Japanese ninjas died after biting through their own poison fangs. Two believers claiming to have come from the Vatican were executed on the spot by members of the War Wolf Unit, because they were actually carrying bombs.

“Yanlin is right. Fatty, if your stones don’t open to more than a hundred thousand, do you dare kneel before everyone and bark twice like a dog?” Jiashi chimed in with Yanlin, determined to give Fatty a thorough dressing-down today.

The Demon Dragon clone remained ceaselessly busy, preparing its bed. Its eyes flashed with cold light in the darkness, making it look extraordinarily terrifying.

While taunting Song Zheng, the ghost manipulated ghostly energy and formed hand seals. Wisps of black cloud gathered continuously above its head, and the cries of tortured souls immediately began spreading through the dark vapor.

“As members of an archaeological expedition, we cannot carry guns, so each of us should carry a dagger for self-defense,” Old Shao continued.

In theory, this was Yang Tian’s Purple Palace. What had manifested here was merely a shell formed from condensed mental energy, something that could be discarded at any time. Condensing another would be effortless, and even its destruction should have meant nothing. There was even less reason for such a situation to occur. The scene before them was truly astonishing.

His fist steadied. As the phoenix-eyed man swung his arm, the enormous fist tore through the raging gale before him, punching a clear gap through the smoke and dust before crashing heavily into its target.

The tiger rats had already swarmed onto the shoulder of the Great Stone Buddha by the time Zilong reached the rock face. Some even leaped more than a meter into the air, but no matter how wildly they sprang, they could not pounce on Zilong as he moved along the wall like a gecko.

He remained quite curious about the Nine-Winged Yellow Springs Lion transforming into the Nine Nether Strange-Transformation Griffin—especially after discovering that several races appearing among the Griffin’s transformation forms were clearly unrelated to the Nine-Winged Yellow Springs Lion.

The figure broke free. His arm swung upward, and the two wolf-servant claws he had twisted together were flung up. With two sharp cracks, both arms were dislocated and torn away.

In Hongdu City, more than thirteen hundred kilometers from his hometown, something must surely be waiting for him.

When Doudou awoke, night had already fallen. The moment she moved, she drew in a sharp breath of pain. Cheng Moyu hurriedly pressed down on her shoulder.

“Don’t get up. Whatever you need, I’ll bring it to you.”

Her injury was at her waist. The doctor had said she had to remain lying down and must not sit up, or the movement would pull at the wound.

“Chen Yi? I don’t know you. Please leave immediately. This is not a place you are allowed to enter!” Kunpeng’s tone was fairly restrained; he had not immediately begun slaughtering everything in sight.

Although she did not understand, Xuanyuan Yeyan did not delay for long. Heaven only knew how many ghosts were still on these three floors. If she were careless and all of them rushed up to merge with the Void Ghost Shadow, she would have no choice but to cry.

In fact, there was not much Labrador needed to do. After a long sequence of preliminaries, he merely had to carry a bouquet of roses and deliver it to Bai Han, after which Han Si could confess his feelings.

Nangong Xianliang was not a complete idiot, either. He had noticed that something was wrong with this matter. How could his family have remained utterly silent until now?

Ren Fan was restrained by Li Mingquan and Xiyao, who had rushed over, while Zhou You was once again carried to the hospital by Song Guyan.

Unlike her cold, rigid tone earlier, her voice this time was filled with indescribable arrogance. Just by hearing it, everyone could imagine what an unbearably smug face must be waiting behind the window.