Chapter 93

The three humans and one ghost stood in silent standoff, none of them moving or speaking, as time quietly slipped by.

Xiangyang stared at the message on his phone in shock, utterly bewildered. What… what was going on? He couldn’t believe it. Was there really a “ghost realm”?

"Zhang Six-Fingers’ favorite Yang Wine—I’ve just finished brewing it. Come with me, and I’ll get it for him," Uncle Jiang said, swaying as he walked away. He followed him, noticing that the cave entrance remained open. It seemed there were still things hidden from others.@@novelbin@@

In Han You’s team, jungler Jia Jin chose Amumu, the Sad Mummy, while top laner Gao Zhenjun chose Maokai, the Twisted Treant. Mid laner Li Jie picked Orianna, the Clockwork Lady, while the bot lane duo selected Tahm Kench, the River King, and Ashe, the Frost Archer.

Zhang Zhao and Guo Kai had different interpretations. To Zhang Zhao, being able to break free and kill the enemy was impressive—not just for the strength, but for the ruthless resolve. Only someone like Guo Kai would think it was no big deal.

“‘Mogui Pond’? Why such a strange name?” Tianming muttered, finding the name rather odd.

Ricardo received a promising offer from Selli, thinking to himself that he now had a solid bargaining chip, whether he renewed with Roma or pursued Real Madrid.

Yuan Shoucheng coughed, pulled out a small, ancient-looking eight-trigram compass from his robe, and then floated away like a gust of wind.

“Lin Chen, you’re wondering if I’ll go straight back to the Long Gang when I return, right?” Long Na asked directly.

“What are they saying?” Chu Yun couldn’t understand the language of these bandits; it must have been a dialect from somewhere in the country.

He Chang lowered his head, pulling on his pants while muttering, "People with mental issues always say they’re not crazy. If you’re sick, take your medicine and don’t give up on treatment."

“What about Old Xu from the morgue? He’s gone missing too?” I asked again, unwilling to let it go.

“How did you know I bought roast goose from Da Qianmen? You’ve got a better nose than Big Yellow. Come on, let’s go in and have a drink,” I said as I brought the roast goose inside with Old Bai, immediately tearing off a drumstick to eat.

I took a quick glance. There weren’t many people on the other side. Wang Long and I would be enough to handle it. I waited to see what tricks he’d try to pull on me.

This made fairy tale enthusiast Tong Beibei curious and excited. She had been eagerly awaiting this day, determined to satisfy her pent-up curiosity and catch a glimpse of this mysterious new master. Was he truly like a prince?

"Just don’t say I did it, okay? If you keep it a secret, I’ll even show you some Japanese films."

The next morning, Pillar arrived in my new car to pick us up. Lan Huahua called Uncle, and the three of us, skipping breakfast, hurried off to City C.

“Who knows if there’s danger in the water? If you don’t go down to save her, she might get into trouble,” Lianzhi said, smiling as he spoke.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still. The surroundings grew silent, the sun became unusually warm, and the sky shone brightly. The sound of waves in the sea of flowers and the intoxicating scent filled the air. Her eyes were fixed on him, and his were on her.

If not for veteran generals Pei Renji and Wang Rengong, who resisted the risky proposals of some of the younger officers, many would have already charged out of the city by now.

“Very well! If you’re so eager to die, I’ll grant your wish. Who’s first? Or… shall you all come at once?” Jiang Yi’s gaze was sharp as a blade as he glanced at Haotian, Fengtian, and other disciples of Kunlun, making them all uneasy.

As soon as Yi Yuefeng finished speaking, the tavern erupted with chatter, with patrons loudly condemning Leng Qingying. Some even pointed fingers, making her feel utterly humiliated.

“Who cares who it is? I think the Underworld could use some fresh blood anyway,” Li Daniu said nonchalantly.

Meanwhile, members of the State Emergency Committee, including Defense Minister Yazov, gathered district commanders for a meeting, issuing directives to maintain order, tighten security around military facilities, and stay updated via radio and newspapers.

As Ninth Prince entered the Baobao Pavilion, a sweet fragrance drifted out from the inner room, but the cool atmosphere around felt oddly unsettling to Leng Yu.

Li Ning shouted, swinging his heavy sword with a loud crash. The entire room shook, and a wooden crate exploded with a bang.

The White Tower elders, who had been watching from the sidelines, couldn’t hide their curiosity as they observed the unusual spectacle of two people activating their weapons in succession. All eyes were now on Huan Luo and Su Yi, who had yet to activate theirs.

A half-divine spell was extremely rare! The power of a half-divine technique couldn’t be compared to ordinary Daoist arts. To carry the title “divine” indicated just how extraordinary this Daoist technique was.