30 The Man-Eating House (Twenty-Seven)

The others felt the same, especially the strange giant serpent inches away. It felt Jiang Ji’s aura most acutely; that abyssal, hellish presence, like a demonic god, reminded it of the sensation it felt when it accidentally crawled into that cave at the bottom of the river and saw those skeletal remains before it had attained sapience.

These men in black were of unknown origin, yet formidable and highly skilled—clearly professional assassins.

Across Will’s chest, several gashes tore open instantly, and blood began to trickle out.

Upon hearing Ya Guqing’s words, Gu Huaiyan turned to leave in search of someone without a second thought, only to be stopped by Jiang Lingque.

“Turn back? You make it sound so easy! I can tell you in all seriousness, even if you wanted to go back the way we came, it’s already impossible!” Hearing Jin Fenghuang suggest retreating, San Pangzi retorted without hesitation.

Because the Maserati’s headlights were off and the interior lights were dimmed, Chen Biao did not see Tang Luo sitting inside, his gaze merely sweeping past the vehicle.

Mu Zhihan walked over, cleared the meal tray, took it downstairs, and returned with a cup of honey water for her.

Xu Fei nodded. He had placed Du Yunfeng in the casino specifically to make him lose all hope in gambling. If he were given hope—if he felt that by learning gambling techniques he could dominate the tables—he would never quit.

As Lin Yu and his party stepped into the manor, waves of powerful auras surged toward them.

Mingyue patted Feiyu on the shoulder and led him to follow the couple ahead.

Xu Kai did not expect the other party to overhear their whispers, but he had indeed been sleeping poorly these past few days, having spent his time dozing through his arithmetic lectures.

The failure to auction the Half-Emperor Treasure Pill made it clear to many factions that the conflict between Qi Xuanyi and the Dragon-Human clan was irreconcilable.

Long Qingchen reached out, pressed his hand against the alchemy furnace, and released his senses to penetrate it and inspect the internal conditions.

Thinking of the wonderful items his senior brother had just produced, the disgust Mo Yu felt toward Su Ling gradually faded.

Some tried to advance, but the Great Emperor’s physical body suddenly erupted with immense power, instantly forcing everyone back.

“You child, am I not doing this for your own good? Look at yourself, acting as if I intend to harm you!” Zeng Shuyu’s tears began to stream down.

He bent his knees slightly, his hair waving like golden flames. The moment the blue dragon opened its jaws, he stepped forward, leapt, and swung his blade.

Seeing their junior brother covered in blood, Bai Qingzhi and Han Yang’s expressions turned grave.

Gala’s personality was such that he could adjust his playstyle according to the needs of his teammates.

Most importantly, the AG lineup lacked an initiator, aside from Luban Master and Zhao Huaizhen.

The group looked on to see three natives, adorned in animal skins and painted with eerie pigments, each carrying a kill, surrounded by the sailors.

As Li Can opened his phone, logged into Gouya, and mindlessly watched a “Canyon Nurturer” livestream, a noise came from the kitchen door.

Mo Xiaobo’s expression froze. He glanced at the dagger, then suddenly recoiled in fear, staring at Abbess Lingtian in disbelief.

For this expo, Song Zhiqing, director of the Fengsheng Agricultural Technology Department, had personally mobilized. The plants brought here were the fruits of Song Shan’s hard work, most of which he had cultivated himself; an ordinary person would not be able to care for them.

Xia Liang pondered for a moment and said, “I’m not sure, but I think Expert Jiang’s team is more reliable.” Expert Jiang was in charge of the second item: investigating whether this was a case of organized debt-collection murder.

Outside the cave at night, the cold wind howled. The wilderness became the domain of fierce beasts, whose roars left those on night watch extremely tense.

After dozens more exchanges, a sudden “bang” echoed. Robin swept Bella’s legs, pinning her to the ground. He immediately followed up by thrusting his long spear, pinning it firmly against her chest over her heart, pressing her to the ground so she dared not move.

Zhu Ansheng poked half his face out, staring fixedly out the window. He had never seen the expression on Zhu Ansheng’s face so solemn before.

The closest thing was a tree he couldn’t name, as thick as an adult’s thigh, with no sign of tree holes or nests above.

“...” The mute bottle-man’s spirit was on the verge of collapse; he could even hear Mr. Devil laughing wantonly in his mind.

Liu Tiance jumped down and turned back to help Ji Chenfeng. The latter’s right arm hung limply at his side, as if he dared not move it.

“It’s so high, I thought we were going to fall to our deaths?” Mu Qinglan burrowed into Jiang Ming’s arms, smiling a bit foolishly.

“He’s always like this, running off to do whatever comes to mind,” Number Seventeen answered with a silly grin, reaching out to take Mo Xue.

But before long, some discovered that talented spirit masters could tinker with these vessels and game during their leisure time from spiritual practice, so later spirit masters often held multiple roles.

Hu Bi’s eyes turned red. Su Jingchuan held her hand, shocked by his own obtuseness and stupidity from years ago.

Luo Hu swung his white tiger-tooth blade, carving a path; no one could stand against him. He had already slain two seventh-rank martial artists of the Great Ming Cavern in front of the formation, yet he could not break through into the jaws of the Mourning Tiger.

“Aren’t you putting President Su in a difficult position? With his status, how could he contact the theater manager directly? He gives instructions to his direct subordinate, who then passes them to those below. With messages passed layer by layer, it’s very easy for the meaning to get distorted.”