Chapter 87: Calling for Grandpa

"Achoo! Achoo!"

Wang Heng climbed ashore, soaked to the skin. The night breeze swept over her, making her shiver and sneeze repeatedly.

“They say the heat of summer is unbearable, but even in the height of summer, the river water is still so cold!”

Her clothes were drenched, and even her handkerchief was dripping wet. Wang Heng simply rubbed her nose with her hand.

Suppressing the urge to keep sneezing, she wrung the water from her clothes.

She hurried up the riverbank and turned to look back.

As Gao Hang’s squadron of attack planes advanced toward their rendezvous point, far away on the Conqueror, Kairis and his Pirate Flag Squadron were making final preparations for their own sortie.

Li Xiulan stood frozen, stunned. She hadn’t expected that not only had the culprit spread that incident around the factory, but word had reached the villagers too. How could she show her face in public ever again?

Having organized his thoughts and formed a clear grasp of the overall situation, Song Hui continued speaking.

Staring too much is bad for your eyes. You don't know much about Necromancers—just that they're expert hackers, inherently twisted, and rather flippant. Now, you can’t make sense of them at all; you’re even uncertain about their true intentions.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You decide to feign innocence to the end, and immediately cancel all experiments related to the new divine technique.

“Attention, everyone! We’re probably nearing the desert—the wind is bringing sand ahead,” Redline warned.

Piecing together recent memories, Lin Yao composed herself, then related the sequence of events to Chen Feng with a serious expression.

“That’s good. Don’t let my brother find out. If he knows, I won’t have a moment’s peace. I’ve endured all these years, biding my time just to take down every one of those bastards,” Roger said through gritted teeth, voice laced with venom.

Wu Yunshang sat in the living room, her face clouded with worry, as reporters outside eyed the Shui family’s house like hungry wolves.

“Heh.” Ma Yunfeng chuckled, jumped off the table, grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the coffee table, poured it out, and then pressed the muzzle of his gun to the empty bottle.

Lu Xuan could hardly believe his eyes, yet the evidence was right before him. This footage was obviously filmed by the Ayan people to prove the authenticity of the so-called “battle inheritance.” He watched it several more times but found no hidden clue, and even after following the actions in the video himself, he got nowhere.

Though it was hard to discern with the naked eye, thanks to the powerful spiritual sense of a sixth-grade alchemist, Xiao Yang could vaguely detect a vast number of spirit beasts lurking at the forest’s edge surrounding the Poison Soul Hall.

It was none other than Wu Nan, crouched on the ground casting spells, who met his gaze with a touch of awkwardness.

“It really is a cement plant. Bring the convoy closer,” Lu Xuan confirmed as he glanced over. That towering modern kiln—he didn’t know it was called a rotary kiln, but at least he was sure it was a cement plant.

So they weren’t husband and wife after all. Dong Ru realized with a start. She had assumed they were married, but since they shared the same surname, they must be siblings.

“Carry this bag and follow me. Don’t stop unless I do,” Chen Yu said impassively.

“Me? I haven’t really decided yet. I’ll probably stay here for a while,” Lin Weiwei replied.

“So the Flying Corpse Clan dares to be so bold,” Heavenward Trace spat, face darkening as he cursed.

Next to the Wei Lai Auto booth were two stands: one showcasing a well-known domestic carmaker, the other a joint-venture brand. Tan Jincheng’s business tactics struck as particularly underhanded.

Once he’d sorted things out, Du Run finally peeked out after a long while, staring at Aunt Liang, who seemed half-mad. No wonder the child resembled Ling Jiu—they were half-brothers, after all.

Still, someone was a step too slow. As the university student made his final move, a blade pierced him, and he collapsed inside.

Logically, someone like Mother Zhou, who spent every day with Zhou Xun, shouldn’t have been able to notice his changes so easily.