Chapter 84: The Corpse King

“Yes, the morgue is already full now. If the bodies are left outside, they rot easily; they can only be preserved inside.” Zhao Manman cast a puzzled glance at Cao Bin, and noticed that his expression was rather terrifying.

At that moment, a flood of memories suddenly surged in Cao Bin’s mind.

In his previous life.

And after that...

Dao Yan looked at Xia Mingfeng, saw the fighting spirit burning in his eyes, and responded only with a slight smile, saying nothing.

A beast roared in the forest; pairs of gleaming eyes charged furiously toward them. The pounding footsteps made the earth tremble beneath the trees.

Yang Jian hadn’t spoken yet, but as soon as he did, the insects seemed to go mad, swarming him in a frenzied attack.

The cry of alarm was only three words, but the last had barely left the lips when it was cut off abruptly.

Sweat beads appeared on Xue’er’s face; her movements were swift and fluid, not slowed for a moment, yet Long Hao’s heavy sword broke through her defenses again and again, nearly ending her life each time.

“It seems Brother Murong was right—this clover really is the nemesis of this door.” Zhong Shen hugged Murong Feng, elated.

Even if all his companions fell, he would still step over their bodies to launch an attack against the enemy.

But he couldn’t tell if the friend was from the same road, another business, or stationed here specifically to deal with him. Hero Four wavered in indecision.

All around lay broken trees; the battle had clearly raged for some time, yet seeing the ever more excited expression of the fighter, it seemed the struggle would go on even longer.

With so many Qi-gathering pills, even though Ye Zhuo’s spiritual roots were lacking, it wouldn’t be unbelievable for him to reach the third layer of Qi Refinement—at most, it would arouse some suspicion.

“Who are you? Have we met before?” Gu Xue Teng looked at the unremarkable Chen Yun, masked in a human skin disguise on the arena, puzzled. He felt he didn’t know him, yet sensed a familiarity from somewhere in the past.

Biting down hard, trembling with every breath, even if Huai Ren wanted to regain his composure, he found it impossible.

“If you want to fight, just fight. Can you not pound the table? There’s only one table on the whole ship, and you’ve smashed it to pieces.” Huai Ren looked mournfully at the large dent, lamenting the loss of good furniture.

After all, Hawks had emerged from the Winter Legion, renowned for its strong warriors, and could hardly lack such vision.

“Do you know the three-tailed white fox?” Yang Ren sat boldly on the sofa near the window, his gaze fixed on Ning Qingguang, cutting straight to the point.

The wind carried the salty tang, like the taste of blood and tears. A few seabirds flew low, without wailing or mournful cries, only silent, persistent circling. They beat their wings aimlessly, yet with unwavering resolve.

Having finished speaking, Huang Feng formed a fist with his hand and struck at Chen Yun’s back, the punch whistling with fierce force. Sensing its tremendous power, Chen Yun dared not relax; he turned swiftly and countered, every movement fluid as water.

Zhang Zihao did not laugh at me. “The first time is always like this. It’s normal. I’ll go back to sleep. Don’t worry, it’s over now.” With that, Zhang Zihao hung up.

Zhao Xin was a billionaire after all. Though property prices in Jinjiang City were high, buying a villa was not a problem for him.

“No wonder Wei Miao once said that the divine ox called ‘Eight Hundred Mile Bo’ rivals the speed of a thousand-mile horse... Did you know there’s a hidden story behind Sheng Xuan injuring the King of Changsha?” Jade asked, continuing.