Chapter 61: The Medicine in Hand

Apocalypse: Stockpiling a Trillion Supplies at the Start Master Wujie 1295 words 2026-02-09 19:14:32

The red-haired ruffian trembled uncontrollably, his calves quivering and cold sweat streaming down his back. He was terrified, scared to death, yet he had to keep himself under control—his subordinates were all watching. If he backed down or admitted fault first today, how could he ever lead this group of brothers again? Forcing himself to stay calm, he tried to muster his courage.

“Brother, you’re tough with that gun, we admit it, but…”

That night, someone was sent again to Brother Jay’s house to question the servants, asking if they had seen the person who spoke that day.

Alas, this child is still too kind-hearted, far too trusting of the people in the household. As her mother-in-law, I have been remiss.

So the melon-throwing pitcher hurled him beyond the Sevenfold Sea. Unfortunately, his way was blocked by an ancient tree—a towering giant from years past.

“It seems, Mr. Xie, you’re well-prepared for my visit to seek justice,” Bu Xiangchen lightly fanned her paper fan, her words tinged with a smile yet devoid of warmth.

“I’m about to leave the sect for a while. You should stay and get familiar with the sect under Chu Yanran’s guidance,” Su Qianyu said.

As the corridor lay bare with only tables and chairs, lacking the mountains of textbooks usually piled up during exams, many finally realized that this exam was truly different from those before.

“My apologies for disturbing you.” The two removed their slippers and entered the room, seating themselves to the left and right of Liuxing. Thereafter, they lowered their heads, staring intently at Liuxing’s face.

“How beautiful you are, Lady Saki,” praised Aya, the strategist of Lady Saki’s loyal duo.

Once, an immortal, impressed by Barrihed’s exemplary rule, chose to reincarnate as Barrihed’s son.

The next day, Lin Xiao was practicing swordplay by the creek. The morning sun cast a gentle golden light, and the air was uncommonly tranquil. Birds, flowers, fish, and insects were all present, yet it seemed as if their voices had vanished—only the sound of whirling swords reverberated through the air.

As he finished his move, he suddenly crouched low, sweeping his spear with force and shattering both of Augustus’s legs, toppling him to the ground.

Just as Li Kou was reveling in triumph, he suddenly realized the lightning was not aimed at him but at the ghosts behind him. His expression changed dramatically as he turned to stop it, but it was already too late. The unprepared spirits were struck by heavenly thunder, their screams echoing as many were obliterated in an instant. The rest scattered, fleeing for their lives.

At that moment, Lambert summoned a magic circle, trapping Wang Xuanming within. Closing his hands, a cage formed from the magic circle, locking in the enemy. Augustus and the shadowy figure thrust their heavy spears together—the shadow’s colossal weapon tore through the void, brimming with supreme demonic power.

The leaders of this camp were Wingdark and Shadowdark. They had intended to travel through the night, but were caught in a fierce snowstorm. This area was known for the presence of hungry snow wolves, so to avoid potential danger, the army set up camp in a village, planning to wait out the storm.

Last year, the village suffered a severe drought—no rain for many days. The well to the east, the only source of water, was nearly dry. Panic spread among the villagers, for if the well failed, the village would not survive.

The umbrella was fashioned with strips of white fabric forming its outer frame, giving it an ethereal appearance. Yet at every intersection of the cloth strips, ten blades were hidden. Pressing the button on the handle would send the blades flying.

This is why only navy officers at the rank of vice-admiral or higher can match them—they can skillfully use Haki to withstand the electric current carried by the blades.

Suddenly, Chen Fei remembered he had an appointment with the landlord that evening. He quickly took out his phone, intending to call and apologize.

To better portray the agony of suffocation, Song Chuyi decided to remove the protective device from her nose, preparing to experience water torture firsthand.

“Thank you, Mrs. Xiao.” Truth be told, it took courage to leave the Xiao Group. If the pay hadn’t been right, no one would have chosen to leave.