Chapter Thirty-Two: The Psychological Game

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At eleven o'clock noon, Yan Ming arrived at a hotel room at the location provided by Yu Weiran.
Xiao Huang, the female assistant, opened the door. After Yan Ming stepped inside, he saw Yu Weiran sitting by the window, facing outward. She wore a white shirt, leaning sideways in the chair as she smoked, seemingly indifferent to Yan Ming’s arrival.
Just as Yan Ming was about to walk further in, Xiao Huang suddenly grabbed his arm.
“What’s the matter?” Yan Ming asked.
“Need to conduct a check,” Xiao Huang replied.
“A check for what?” Yan Ming was puzzled.
“You work in the bank; you know what kind of check this is,” Xiao Huang said, “Raise your arm.”
“Well… that’s unnecessary, right?” Yan Ming smiled wryly, realizing Xiao Huang intended to frisk him.

No matter what, Yu Junwen had a feeling that after becoming emperor, Duan Ke would no longer be the Duan Ke he once was.

For a moment, the jungle was suffused with the radiance of various skills as the fierce duel between Beichen and Shen Yue fully unfolded.

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Haihun raised his pale hand, gripping the pitch-black ghost sword. The stillness of the night allowed him to hear his heartbeat clearly. He slowly lengthened his breath, trying to return his heart rate to normal.
“All right, old man, let’s go,” Duan Ke said without allowing Bo’er to speak, grabbing the old man’s hand and heading off into the distance.
Meanwhile, Zhou Dingcheng stared anxiously at Murong Yanran, his heart uneasy—he hoped she would open it but feared what might emerge. Heaven only knew what kind of sinister thing might come out. Indeed, if something did appear, it would surely be a ghostly entity.
Meng Que, after a glance, immediately recognized Master Cao’s “simulated driving” formula and was surprised, thinking to himself that Uncle Li was truly a veteran in the gambling world; he was so well-informed about Master Cao’s techniques even from thousands of miles away. It seemed he had followed Master Cao’s competitions closely in the past.
“Team Ding and Jian Mo lead the charge at the city gate; the rest take the walls and suppress their ranged attacks!” I shouted loudly from above.
Xu Jiacheng laughed heartily, Tang Yun joined in, and Shu Yue, Ming Zheng, Hun Yao, and others could hardly contain their laughter. Finally, the eighth-level skill of the spirit mages was unveiled—a result all spirit mages welcomed with joy.
Legend has it that the Eastern Underworld Emperor possesses a divine artifact called the Three-Life Stone. This artifact allows one to see their past life, the life before that, and the current life—a total of three lifetimes. As for the next life, it remains full of uncertainty and change, something even sages cannot foresee, much less a mere artifact.
The soldiers saw his emotional outburst and quickly restrained him, holding him firmly so he could not move.
Kans also felt uncertain, as he had never encountered such a situation before, and Li Shang’s current state was truly unusual.
That night, she had encountered far too many strange creatures—two people who could transform into beasts and a vampire nearby baring sharp fangs.

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The other hands were unimpressive; the highest was only a pair of sevens, another pair of twos, and the rest topped out with a single ace.
The dinner was naturally sumptuous, and there were special fire pits prepared for the three Taoist priests to use while eating.
Since this mastermind had suddenly appeared here, there had to be a backup plan, which made Li Shang’s eyes narrow.
“I was just about to discuss this with you,” Ming Junwei said thoughtfully as he returned to the bar lobby with Lu Xi, pulling out a photo frame and handing it to her.
After all, there is no such thing as a free lunch. The Chen family understood this truth, and since we took the money, we naturally had to be committed.
“That’s right, just buy it outright. I don’t believe anyone would willingly give up the comfortable life in the city to live in such a remote, impoverished place,” Sun Zilong added.
On the road, Sima Chun was deep in thought, keeping a certain sentence locked in his heart, his face devoid of any smile.
Inside was a vast island, almost like a large landmass to humans. But now, there were no signs of humans left—only hordes of subterranean demons, magical beasts, and undead creatures roamed everywhere.