Chapter 134: The Strange Ballad

Seeing us both voice the same thought in unison, Qin Yunhao could not help but feel envious.

"Convert it into numbered musical notation? What does that mean?"

Qin Yunhao scratched his head, completely oblivious to the deeper meaning behind my and Black Jacket's words.

Black Jacket’s mind raced. He pulled out paper and a pen and proceeded to convert all the notes into numbered musical notation.

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At this moment, Zhang Xingya had lost all sense of pain. Su Jun grabbed the back of her head and forcibly pressed her face into the mass of flesh, shoving it down her esophagus all the way to her stomach.

Napoleon III glanced at Gallian’s manuscript. Without expressing approval or disapproval, he took it, turned, and walked toward the center of the crowd, where all eyes were fixed upon him.

Undoubtedly, this was a prosperous and wealthy ancient city—a beautiful city steeped in poetry. Every blade of grass, every tree, every pavilion, and every bridge had been immortalized by poets in their verses.

It was unclear what principle governed the virus that transformed humans and animals into zombies, allowing for such unscientific and drastic mutations. Fortunately, however, as long as one destroyed the zombies' and zombie dogs' heads—or, more accurately, their brain tissue—they would truly die.

After parting ways with Jingyi and the others halfway, He Yuanying, no longer worried about causing a stir in the dead of night, did not delay her journey further. She directly employed her evasion technique and returned to her post.

With such a ticking time bomb nearby, no one could sleep soundly at night. The only way to ensure everyone could sleep peacefully without nightmares would be to stuff Gallian into a burlap sack and sink him into the Thames forever.

He picked up the revolver from the table, swung out the cylinder, ejected the spent casings onto the floor, and snapped it shut again.

The influence of these three events waned in the eyes of the common folk, but among the true high-level martial artists, each was more significant than the last.

Next, Xu wrote a letter to the old patriarch on the spot, stating that he would send men to escort Da Ya back to Xu Family Village. He cautioned the old patriarch that Da Ya must be strictly restrained, and if he ever dared to leave the village without permission, he was to be banished from the Xu family lineage immediately.

However, the blond boy, upon hearing that the Magic Association was dispatching a Purple-Robed Archmage, did not laugh as heartily as he had before.

Angry as he was, Liu Biao was helpless; the Kuai and Cai families were too powerful for him to shake.

"This... let's talk about it later. With our current cultivation, even if we found the Heavenly Demon Cave, we probably wouldn't even be able to enter the gate before dying miserably on the road..." Jolted back to reality by Zhou Feng's question, Li Fangyuan replied with a bitter smile.

Zhou Feng had no intention of wasting time with these people. He immediately cupped his hands to Fang Yueling, offered a greeting, and made to walk toward Qingzhou City. Li Fangyuan and the others naturally followed closely behind.

The woman in red covered her cherry lips with her jade-like hand. A blood mist permeated Liuxin’s body, startling everyone, but they were even more shocked by the fierce aura he was exuding—something far beyond what a low-level Master-rank warrior should possess.

A man’s principles were always as firm as a rock, and Yu Tianming never compromised on matters of principle. Mr. Yan was certain that if he hadn't made "that" suggestion at the right time, Yu Tianming would have certainly knocked him down and snatched Jiang Yeying away.

As Hong Xiang left, Zhang Yangyang shouted, "You bastard, get back here!" Huang Rong was taken aback, secretly shocked; was Hong Xiang’s charm truly that great? They had only just met, and he had already conquered her?

Duan Chen had never mentioned Ah Tian’s identity to the Qi Tian Demon Saint. He felt a bit awkward now, especially seeing Ah Tian’s vigilant, battle-ready expression, which he found faintly amusing.

The rain poured down, blurring the world in a haze of mist. This downpour had come on suddenly, but as it washed over the earth, it dispelled the sweltering heat of summer, bringing with it a refreshing chill.