Chapter 70 Xia Xiaoyu's Lingerie Sales Strategy

Could it be that the dead had truly risen from the grave? Such a thing had never happened in the world. The truth was that Ling'er had been lying in the coffin for three days and nights, buried a foot deep in the earth. The moisture inside had cured her allergic asthma, and when the grave diggers exposed her to fresh air, she immediately woke up.

As the three of them walked into the stronghold, the pedestrians on the street cast sidelong glances at them. Some whispered to one another, some smiled, some wore solemn expressions, while others stared fixedly at them for a long time before turning away.

Those bandits never expected Kong Liang and his companions to pull such a stunt. Many of them were splattered with kerosene, and as the fierce flames blazed, they rolled on the ground in agony, their formation falling into complete disarray. Taking advantage of the chaos, Kong Liang and the others climbed down the wall, brandished their weapons, broke through the encirclement, and dashed toward the dense forest on the hillside.

After witnessing this, Hua Fengchun and Bao Chunhui could not help but feel a deep sense of admiration. Indeed, he was truly one of the Four Masters of Wind and Cloud; even if they practiced for another ten years, they might not be able to master such lightweight kung fu.

The old man picked up his dragon-head staff, turned to Yun Xi, and said, "Young Hero Yun, your internal injuries have fully healed. Your master and senior brother are waiting for you to rescue them. If you wish to leave, you may go at any time." With that, he turned and walked out of the cave.

Zhuge Qiu slowly melted back into the shadows behind the divine statue. Unbeknownst to anyone, a flash of murderous intent flickered in his eyes within the darkness.

"However, boss, we are not allowed to sell items like this here. If you are just looking for trouble, I can only say you are unwelcome," the old ghost said.

"Madman, you've worked hard," Long Ao said upon returning after the meal, patting Ji Fengchen on the shoulder.

"After lunch, come find us at the entrance of the village," the middle-aged man said, then turned and left, leaving behind a bewildered Qin Tian and the Spirit of the Serpent Ancestor.

Seeing his agitated state, Erya almost wondered if he would trip over his own feet and fall flat on his face in his own home. He was a shopkeeper, after all, rumored to command dozens of subordinates—did he have no regard for his own dignity at all?

Hearing Zhou Honglin ask this, my heart truly ached. Deep down, he still believed I had no chance of winning at all, which was why he asked about Zhou Mo, not wanting her to throw her life away alongside me.

As soon as they stepped into the dark passageway, a bone-chilling cold pierced through their bodies, accompanied by faint, mournful wails echoing in the air. The sounds drifted near and far, resembling the soft weeping of a young child.

He hurriedly nudged Lan Yun's waist with his elbow. The fellow had indeed been exhausted over the past few days, and after being poked a dozen times, he finally woke up.

Liu Qi finally came to his senses and ordered the subordinate generals near the city gates to lead their troops around to the rear of Cai Mao's army for a pincer attack. Only then were the main forces outside the city able to rapidly enter.

The conversation broke off completely right there. So the secret Zhou Li had mentioned in the prison that day was precisely this one. But then, where had this audio recording come from?

Ruomeng nodded and began to recount her experiences over the years one by one, leaving me utterly captivated.

Blood seeped from their seven facial orifices, and they died with their eyes wide open. Their expressions were twisted, as if they had endured unimaginable agony before death. The skin on their faces had already begun to rot, oozing a black, foul liquid—a horrifying sight that made one unwilling to spare even a second glance.

The surrounding onlookers retreated a few steps. Just as Lin Yin stood her ground, the Confidence King let out a loud shout and vanished in a flash. Recognizing this as the birth-and-destruction shifting movement technique of the Manichean sect, Lin Yin remained calm, narrowing his eyes in concentrated readiness.

Yang Jinxin felt as though she had been having a long dream, in which a figure constantly hovered near her. Her consciousness remained murky, yet that person's silhouette gradually grew clearer—tall, upright, and strikingly handsome. She looked at him, the words "Winter Comes" hovering on her lips before she swallowed them back.

Seeing the food right at his mouth, Geng Haoshi unconsciously opened it and took a bite... "This one is good!" After snapping the picture, Lin Ling continued tapping away on her phone.

Jiang Mo directly ignored Jiang Tianming's resentful glare. With a sudden, sweeping motion of his massive hand, he hauled the King of Men Pagoda—which he had previously blasted away—out from a distant mountain.

Xia Zhi had Xu Fei bring over two basins of water. While everyone looked on in bewilderment, wondering what this was for, he began his work.

"You go, I'll hold them off!" Wang Fan shouted at Xu Ruiying, staring intently at the spot where I had fallen without making a single move otherwise.

As it happened, he had already made arrangements with his eldest brother, agreeing to bring Jun Huan to the Imperial Banquet at six-thirty in the evening.

It turned out that the middle-aged man speaking was none other than Xiahou Tianlong, the leader of the Heavenly Dragon Sect and one of the top ten supreme martial artists in the world. Yet, not content with merely being one of the top ten, he aspired to become the supreme sovereign of the entire martial arts world.

Madam Xue, her anger still unabated, said to Xue Qing, "You must properly punish those three maidservants later. To save their own skins, they actually abandoned me inside the carriage. It would be entirely unacceptable not to punish them severely." With that, Madam Xue turned and walked away.

"Qin Siyang?" he asked tentatively, recalling that his grand-uncle had a friend who also shared the surname Qin, named Qin Siyang.

Clearly, the shockwave of the Heaven-Swallowing Boar's might had been shattered by the Heavenly Solitary Mystic Tortoise. In an instant, the Tai Chi Tiger let out a roaring cry to the skies and charged toward the Heaven-Swallowing Boar like lightning. The Flowing Shadow Ice-Sandalwood Wolf was not to be outdone either, sprinting closely behind.

Xu Wen picked out fifty Heart-Melting Pills, placed them into another jade box, and tucked it safely against his body. Since the success rate was said to be fifty percent, it was better to keep the remaining half hidden to avoid drawing too much unwanted attention.

At present, only the Illusory Realm and the Demon Realm among the six realms still preserved a lineage of the divine race. How had the other realms managed to open the Valley of the Earth's Heart without a divine oracle? Or had something happened to the Valley of the Earth's Heart, making divine oracles no longer necessary to enter it?