Volume 1, Chapter 30: How Absurd!

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When everyone finally woke up and rushed over, they saw a zombie hunched over a corpse, gnawing on its internal organs.

The death of Tang Lanfen yesterday had completely shattered that poor family. With this tragedy as a backdrop, Tang Lanfen’s parents had nearly turned against each other due to a misunderstanding. It was clear that the family was on the verge of total collapse and ruin.

No one listened to her pleas; they were all desperately trying to "control" her. She felt so powerless, so helpless. All she wanted was to go and see him—why were they being so cold-hearted?

Ye Chui breathed a sigh of relief and examined the blade of his White Cat Crescent Moon Saber. A faint crack had already appeared on the edge.

Mother Zheng couldn't help but let her lips curl upward, her face filled with smiles. She had heard from Li Huixian that Mu Haoxuan’s trip to the United States was for business, but she hadn't expected him to remember to bring her a gift.

"Something's not right." Ye Chui could sense that the golden eagle was heading straight for the roof. He hurriedly pulled Lao He behind him, staring at the sky with a grave expression.

"Woof! Woof!" Big Head Huang, who had stayed behind due to his injuries, charged forward and pounced at Blue Ribbon. Big Head Huang was originally part of the Dog Faction, and since the Cat and Dog factions had long been locked in a secret feud, he had suffered under Blue Ribbon’s claws before; there was a long-standing grudge between them.

This teacher, Weng Jiakun, was also a member of the physical education department and had irreconcilable differences with Gu Jianfeng.

Politics: The modern world is an open one; economic globalization is developing deeply, and the economic ties between nations are becoming increasingly close.

This time, even Lister, Big Head Ming, and the others couldn't help but speak up. They also felt that the Mantis gang was being far too overbearing.

If this guy was the obstacle to his own plan, then there was absolutely no possibility of his idea ever coming to fruition.

Looking at the diamond ring in her hand, Xie Shirui understood. The design sketch she had seen back then was never meant for her in the first place.

Thinking of Jiang Sichen breaking up with Bella, Xia Shiguang felt a pang of sadness. If it were because of her, Xia Shiguang knew she wouldn't be able to bear the weight of it.

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He recalled many things from the factory—things he couldn't tell others, things he didn't even dare to dwell on himself. Perhaps it was to forget these things that he had deliberately challenged Guson to a drinking contest, deliberately choosing to get drunk.

Alone and solitary, Ji Lingsheng naturally paid no mind to the hostile glares from a brat, nor did he react when the boy secretly reached out to touch the black cloth strips wrapping the scythe on his back. The scythe was so filled with malevolent energy that the boy felt unwell before he even touched the blade, and he recoiled in fright, quickly pulling his hand back.

Ji Lingsheng faced the dark earth, his head beneath gloomy clouds. The mountain wind whistled, carrying scattered leaves that had lost their way and their home. Without the sun, the wind took on a frigid hue, and in its erratic temperament, it felt like bone-chilling ice blades, piercing holes that drew no blood.

"Eat! Eat! If you aren't going to drink, then eat more!" Yun Shiji urged everyone, but he pointedly ignored Yun Feng.

The field agent was a man in his thirties with a crew cut, dark skin, and a capable demeanor. He drove the car to pick them up at the airport and brought them to his hideout.

In his past life, in the twenty-first century, he had passed the civil service exam but resigned after a year. He had worked for a Fortune 500 company, only to resign again, simply because he couldn't stand the underhanded schemes and intricate power plays.

At the place where Red Cloud fell, Yang Yi was practicing his arts to collect the soul fragments scattered across the world. Using the Ninety-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd as a medium, the dissipated soul of Red Cloud began to gather, thread by thread.

Chu Nan was stunned. He realized he had truly been muddled; he hadn't even considered what he would do if Li Mingruo refused to accept the news.

However, perhaps due to a lack of talent or a failure to grasp the true method, he had been practicing this breathing technique for over a year. Aside from being able to quickly reach a state of ethereal stillness and sensing a faint trace of qi, it was of no other use.

Di Jiang led the Wu clan into Penglai Island to collect the remaining treasures. Yang Yi watched everything unfold; he knew that with the demise of Dong Wanggong, there were no longer any obstacles between the Wu and Demon clans. For them, this was a new beginning.

He would have to call and explain things to Yan Zifei; he couldn't blame her, as there were times when he was too busy to look after her.

After telling their parents, the two families would surely have to get together for a meal. During the meal, they would have to pick an auspicious date to register their marriage. Auspicious dates weren't available every day; if they missed this month and the next, their registration would be delayed for quite some time.

Chu Nan returned home, took a cold shower, and lay on the sofa watching TV for a while before he began his cultivation.

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Before him, there was only a dense fog—fog from start to finish. He could only see the world within a five-meter radius.

Upon hearing this, Shen Qing was first surprised, then looked at Liang Shan with confusion. With the situation having reached this point, she believed she had completely lost the trail of that person. Her previous words had been spoken in a fit of anger, yet she hadn't expected Liang Shan to say there was still a way.

Thus, Shi An explained the ins and outs of the matter to Lin Mo in a calm, detailed, and concise manner: this man surnamed Zhong, full name Zhong Chu, was the current master of the Tiangang Hall. He was upright and unyielding, possessing a rather sturdy and resilient character.

Afterward, her waist was embraced, and Qin Muhuan reached out to touch the ear she was wearing. As he moved, the small bell at the side chimed incessantly.

A week had passed, and she could finally walk on her own. At that moment, she felt like a withered leaf in the autumn wind—frail and decaying.

He stared at his surroundings in horror, witnessing the terrifying and bloody scene. He turned around, but no matter which direction he faced, the slaughter was laid out before him.

"Isn't it beautiful? Let's try it again in the Yaochi Palace next time," Beiming Yue said with a smile. She had been in the Jade Pool for so long but had never messed with the fish in the Yaochi Palace.

He had even pushed the "numbing, spicy, fresh, and fragrant" qualities of Sichuan-Chongqing hot pot to the extreme, concocting several hot pot bases that left people unable to stop eating.

He had gained an advantage in this matter, and Lu Hengchuan was not the type to take what he wanted and leave without a word, but he just didn't know how to start.

At this very moment, Zhen Lanxue did not seem surprised to see Lin Mo, for she believed that Lin Mo must be under someone's control. She thought this was not Lin Mo’s own behavior; she even believed that Lin Mo was already dead, and what stood before her was merely an empty shell being manipulated.