Chapter 35: Selling Water

Yu Jinzhen took the bamboo tube and examined it carefully. Each tube held about a liter by the standards of her previous life, meaning that each household was currently using at least two liters of water a day.

"Do the authorities have any plans to provide us with water supplies?"

Village Chief Xu replied, "I was just about to bring that up. I went to the government office yesterday to explain our current situation, and they have no intention of abandoning us."

"They said they are preparing to send troops to other regions to mobilize—"

She clutched her chest, feeling as though ants were gnawing at her heart and thousands of needles were pricking it. It felt like Laozi’s alchemy furnace, leaving her stifled and unable to catch her breath.

"The same method will not work for everyone. Our two junior brothers are still trapped by demonic thoughts, and their cases are quite unique. It is best not to be too clever by half; caution is never a bad thing," Kong Yuan shook his head and remarked.

The person performing at this moment was Zhuo Man'er, draped in a vibrant red dress. Although it was unclear what kind of dance she was performing, the cheers erupting from the crowd suggested that it must have been quite impressive.

"Little sister?" Lu Tenglong looked at her reddened eyes, a pang of grief striking his heart. Not only had he failed to fulfill his duties as a big brother, but he had also implicated her to the point of near-death. Seeing her so haggard now, he wanted to ask if she was alright, tell her to come home with him, and above all, say he was sorry.

The mummified corpses before him had all died in the same manner, clearly killed by the same object or the same technique. He used the word "object" because Bai Yao could not determine whether this mysterious entity was human, beast, or something else entirely, which left him utterly baffled.

Before the young man could process his thoughts, a pig's trotter was hurled at his head. Under the cover of the meat, a gleaming dagger thrust out, aiming straight for his chest. The tip of the blade was a deep, ominous blue, coated in a potent, foul-smelling poison. Even the slightest scratch from such a toxin would leave no hope for survival.

What happened? Was this still the rigid, stone-like Jack he knew? When had he ever spoken in such a tone?

"You need to eat even more when you have no appetite. Come, have some soup and a bit of meat," Wu Zhongtian said, picking up a piece of meat and placing it into his wife's bowl.

Upon reaching this point, the Golden-Backed Ox slowed its pace. As it lifted its hooves, it felt immense pressure—not from the city wall in the distance, but from the memory of that terrifying figure who had once slaughtered so many in the Daoist realms that none dared to make a sound.

I couldn't help but think to myself: your brother is already a man of immense wealth. While all roads lead to Rome, your brother was born in Rome itself—is that really the same thing?

Li Yijie said, "In that case, let us each be on our guard." With a sweep of his sleeves, he prepared to step into the secret passage.

The number of viewers in the livestream surged past the five-million mark in an instant, matching the peak viewership of the first-ever Victoria's Secret Fashion Show.

It was a manifestation of thunder, a bronze gong pressing down from above, intent on crushing them to death. The sheer overlapping resonance of the gong's sound alone was more than any ordinary person could endure.

Seeing that my cousin's eyes were still bloodshot, I figured she hadn't slept the night before and had been working all day, so she must be exhausted. I told her, "Cousin, you should go back and rest. The nurses are here to look after me; I'll be fine." She glanced at me and replied that she would only be bored at home, and that she would stay to keep me company tonight.

This much was evident from the bewilderment and doubt in the eyes of those dozen or so creatures; they did not know either.

After hearing Mo Yan's words, Hua Tian's mood gradually sank. He had originally thought that with the help of the Wu tribe, things would be much easier to manage, but he had not expected that Mo Yan would also be unable to make any progress.

Mami Tomoe could not quite describe how she felt at the moment, but it seemed that she was far more concerned about the child than she was about her own safety.

Now, this Liu Fanyao stood with a look of arrogance, chin held high. In the eyes of most, he truly appeared as an immortal descending from the heavens—such a haughty, disdainful posture that others were already ready to concede defeat.

Three days. If the Left Wu Guard marched swiftly for two days and then broke into smaller groups to scatter and forage for supplies, all previous efforts would have been in vain.