Is this just a camera illusion?

Yu Ling arrived at the shooting location at noon the next day.

The production team had chosen a serene little mountain village and built a small courtyard there.

The picturesque scenery, filled with the sounds of birds and the fragrance of flowers, could largely awaken people's inner yearning for nature.

Yu Ling sat in the boat, while the village lay just across the lake.

She could already see the house that had appeared countless times in the program.

Green mountains flanked the clear, crystal-bottomed waters on both sides.

"Uncle Wei, if my father were still here, there would be nothing wrong with me living the life of a prodigal playboy. Unfortunately, he is gone." Tang Xuanye looked at Wei Ping, his tone calm and devoid of sadness, yet Wei Ping could clearly hear the trembling in his words.

Immediately, the figure of Ichiro Shoda reappeared in Ye Qing's line of sight. He slowly approached Ye Qing, holding a ninjato, preparing to deliver a fatal blow.

Returning to her room, Qiuqiu had also fallen asleep. Aunt Wu was sitting beside him, and upon seeing her enter, she made a shushing gesture.

"Does anyone else among you have a different opinion? Feel free to speak up boldly." Long Yichen then looked toward the remaining people and said.

"I'm done with my work, went out to take care of some errands, and came straight back." I hugged Qiuqiu, handed him over to Gu Qinzhi, and then went to the bathroom.

Just the previous night, Bai Xue felt heartbroken upon learning that Ye Qing had applied to a third-rate university, weeping throughout the entire night without even knowing why herself.

"You did nothing? Do you take everyone else for blind fools? What's the deal with the injuries on his face?" Xia Shiyun snapped aggressively, utterly despising men of this sort who dared to act but lacked the courage to own up to it.

"She really knows how to pick. Alright, I'll take you all to eat the best seafood in the capital." Mingming patted her chest in assurance, showing she came fully prepared.

One never truly understands the cost of daily necessities until managing a household, especially ever since Long Yichen began establishing his own sphere of influence in the Central Region. Long Yichen deeply experienced what it meant for a single penny to defeat a hero. Fortunately, he possessed the system check-in feature; otherwise, he probably would have starved to death outright.

"Sister Wen, someone is following us." Shortly after the car departed, Zhan Peng noticed a tail behind them. Xu Wen looked toward Anran, having by now completely accepted Anran as their team leader.

They actually felt a genuine sense of mortal crisis, which left both of them extremely baffled. How could the opponent possibly achieve such a feat, and by what means?

Lu Yan evaluated it, noting its pitch-black fur all over, except for a distinct white, V-shaped patch of hair right beneath its neck.

"Huh? What is it?" Anna was sitting at the water's edge, swinging her legs back and forth to splash the surface. Hearing Alina's call, she looked back at her in a daze.

Could it be that these zombie viruses were not natural disasters or man-made calamities, but rather intentionally spread by someone? Yet why would these people do such a thing?

Especially over at the biopharmaceutical company side, they knew even more. This medicinal plant company was where they originally sourced these medicinal herbs.

Perhaps they were unaware of just how difficult this matter truly was, or perhaps they had no idea what subtle intricacies lay before them now.

Only Chu Yun Tian could be seen darting to the bow of the boat alone, standing with his hands clasped behind his back as the wind whipped his clothes and hair into a rustling frenzy.

It was just that the heavens refused to cooperate. A void storm erupted in the high altitudes between the two continents, requiring three full months to calm down, which delayed the God Clan by another three months.

"Very well." Seeing that Jiu Luo had no desire to say more, Xing Wenda drew a short blade from his grayish-blue robes.

Contestants from the four top tribes stood at the front of these groups, their order of entering the mountain determined by their rankings in the arena martial arts tournament. Thus, Jiu Luo and the others stood right at the vanguard at this moment.

Zhao Yougong's strategic acumen was indeed not bad, but unfortunately, he lacked the skill to read the room. Little did he know that while Zhao Ji was casting meaningful glances at Zhao Gou, he was standing right beside them. At that time, Zhao Yougong thought something was wrong with himself, feeling somewhat puzzled yet completely failing to comprehend what was actually happening.