117 Coaches, get to work 2

After midnight, within the Wei family fortress, the sounds of people and the glow of lanterns gradually faded, leaving the surroundings in absolute darkness.

However, neither He nor Pu Zhi noticed that Zhou Bai already held the ice sword from his sleeve in his palm, poised to strike.

Upon entering, he saw Zhang An’s corpse. It had been dressed in brand-new burial clothes and laid on a flat bed with his head to the west and feet to the east. A piece of treasure-blue shredded silk covered his face, and an eternal lamp burned at his feet.

"It is a pity that the experts of the Ten Thousand Coin Gang are not to be trifled with; even that Shi Ji is a Spirit Realm expert... It seems I must wait a little longer..." A thought stirred in Ouyang Ting-shuang’s heart, rekindling a desire for strength. He secretly vowed to seize every moment to break through to the Spirit Realm.

When he thought she had died, his heart felt hollowed out; yet, when she appeared once more, he realized that what he found even harder to accept was this reality.

"Disperse!" Taoist Cangsong waved his long sleeves, and the wild wind whipped away the clouds of dust. The area before them suddenly cleared, and only then did the Poison God notice Daoxuan attempting to flee. Cangsong’s expression was vicious, the hatred in his eyes undisguised.

"I should go find Father and complain right now. Guess what the consequences would be?" Xiao Yao began to act playfully again.

Seeing the scene before him, Zhou Bai felt his throat tighten and his stomach churn. Although he had been mentally prepared, his physical discomfort remained evident.

"Those bastards!" Even the well-bred Meiji could not help but curse at such a sight.

"I am not leaving until you explain clearly." The old man ignored their persuasions and sat down, clearly intending to fight them to the end if they did not provide an explanation today.

"Clang!" The zombie sheep charged, its horns slamming into my stomach with immense force. I staggered backward, but deep down, I felt a surge of wild joy. The sheep’s horns had not pierced my skin; instead, the sharp points had struck my body with the sound of clashing metal.

Struggling to rise, my arm brushed against a pile of scattered objects with a clatter—a heap of rusted, corroded iron chains.

Zhong Qing bowed slightly and signaled to the person beside her. Cui’er, quick to understand, brought over a guzheng.

Wu Dao finished speaking and slammed the door behind him. Wu Lian’er was still in class, leaving Nangong Hen alone in the dormitory.

The people present were all shocked. Who exactly was this young man? He was far too bold. To dare speak such words within the Zhou family mansion—one would likely not find a single person in the entire Great Mu Kingdom who would dare to do so.

The four newly advanced Tribulation Realm cultivators were trusted aides of the Han brothers. Seeing Han Ehu slaughtered and Han Dulong now suppressed by the Lotus Fairy, they were overcome with rage. They roared in unison, preparing to charge at the Thirty-Six Petal Green Lotus.

As he vanished, the Wuji Taoist suddenly looked back, gazing wistfully in Wu Dao’s direction. A gratified smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, his lips moving silently.

Unexpectedly, a flash of white light streaked by. Li Lingfeng’s long halberd was instantly entangled in countless silver threads. With a flick to the left and right, the weapon was snatched away and tossed three yards away.

"Sister Qing, You'er did not think that way." Weichi Baobao pouted, her black eyes filled with a trace of grievance.

Gao Yu remained in a mid-stride position, but he was frozen in place, mouth agape as he watched the group leave as if nothing had happened. His initial delight curdled into恼羞成怒 (shame-induced anger).

If this were reported to the authorities, it would be solid evidence! Even more absurdly, the blue-haired one had obediently moved the phone over.

"Okay..." Qiao Ruobao sniffled, pulling the jacket Zhou Shuoyang had draped over her tighter.

Initially, when the bodyguards noticed the commotion on Su Li’s side, they had paid it no mind.

Zhang Laosan was no fool; upon seeing the Black Card, he was terrified, hurriedly releasing Su Li and bowing in a constant stream of apologies.

Only when the sea ships emerged could Zhu Jiu sail down the current, sweeping through pirates along the way, seizing Shuangyu Island, stationing in Quanzhou Port, and then taking the opportunity to uproot the Prince Ning faction in Fujian.

If not for that, the two of them could have killed Zhang Jun instantly, regardless of his reputation as the number one military man in the Ming Dynasty.

The deputy director looked completely indifferent, saying that no matter how much they intervened, they could not interfere with the company's internal affairs.

In the past, Chu Susu was not favored, and whenever people heard her name, they would only mock her behind her back.

Suddenly, A'li extended a hand, slowly moving it from Jiang Ning’s line of sight until it reached his chin, hooking it gently.

That hoarse, raw, and terrifying voice echoed in everyone’s ears, uttering only three simple words.

Hearing this, the second lieutenant suddenly did not know what to say; it seemed that was indeed the case. He clenched his fists, but in the end, he released them helplessly.

However, after carefully pondering the inscription on the stone tablet, Lu Yan gradually understood why the burial ground of Dugu Qiubai was located here.

With the flute and zither playing leisurely, Lu Yan noticed that An Qi’s skill had not improved; it remained at the same level as before, far inferior to her performance in the underground passage.

It was predictable that upon hearing this news, Zhuang Jian was greatly shocked, and the several classmates around him were left equally dumbfounded.

Skadi nodded gently, pushing Li Ke away as she wiped her tears and touched up her makeup. They had arrived at the square in front of the Hendon Myre City Hall, and were about to face the confused and panicked citizens of Hendon Myre.