Chapter 40: At the Critical Moment

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That afternoon, Zhao Weimin dragged the pallet back to the wooden cabin.

“Honey, I’m home!”

He had been eager to share his joy with Lin Qian, but no one answered.

The smile on his face slowly froze. Then he noticed the empty cans scattered by the doorway.

A terrible feeling seized him.

He hurried inside.

...

“Tingting, are you feeling all right today?” Xiao Yunfei asked somewhat awkwardly. Last night, he had only wanted that one thing, and although he had thoroughly enjoyed himself, Liu Tingting had been experiencing it for the first time. Besides, Xiao Yunfei had never considered Liu Tingting in that way before.

Mo Fan’s Ice Phoenix Physique was sharper and more formidable than ever. There were many reasons for this, but the most important was Wangshu’s return, which had stimulated the growth of the Ice Phoenix Physique.

Wu Huixin’s face went pale as an unpleasant memory rose in her mind. It seemed that it had been Han Bing who threw her off the cliff last time. She had thought that doing so might at least make Han Bing remember her, but Han Bing had shown not the slightest trace of warmth toward her, much less any sign of remembering her.

Madam Wang had arranged Wang Pinmei’s funeral by having letters sent to various distant relatives. After all the delays and complications, Wang Pinmei was not buried until half a month later, and even then the funeral was conducted in a slapdash manner... As Madam Wang thought of one incident after another, her heart grew all the more bitter and desolate.

Li Sheng agreed. No one was in the mood to continue eating, so they each picked at a few dishes with their chopsticks before dispersing.

“Damn it! You forced me into this...” Deidara’s expression instantly turned furious. He reached into his pouch, only to find it empty.

He regretted having been too lax in disciplining his subordinates and allowing them to run rampant in the mortal world, thereby bringing about the catastrophe of today.

The more he thought about it, the hotter his blood ran. Unable to wait any longer, he led his subordinates out of the Ning residence. After determining Mo Fan’s whereabouts, he set up an ambush before the Qionghua Sect, intending to capture him alive.

Wang Yang burst into laughter when he heard that. It was precisely what he had intended. Chen’s father had said that whatever Wang Yang took a fancy to, as long as the Chen family possessed it, they would be willing to give it to him.

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Once everything had been explained clearly, the group reached a unanimous decision: they would go up the mountain. That was where the yin energy was most concentrated. Only after reaching that place and witnessing the true Inferno could they draw a conclusion. Otherwise, every idea would remain nothing more than speculation.

As mentioned earlier, spiders possessed three great weapons. Their legs were the first, their webs the second, and their venom the last.

Li Jian watched Hu Lei depart and wondered whether he should pay the Japanese a visit this time. If the opportunity arose, killing the Japanese prince’s son or someone of the like would not be out of the question.

For some reason, she felt relieved as well. But then that warm hand moved close again, and suddenly she felt a scorching heat spread through her body.

The courtyard fell utterly silent. Seeing that none of these people even dared breathe too loudly, Wang Shishi felt immensely pleased.

A severe blow to the head was dangerous in itself. This was also why so many boxers developed Parkinson’s syndrome in their later years. Boxers suffered head trauma more frequently than athletes in any other sport, yet the proportion of boxers who were beaten to death in the ring was not the highest among sports.

Kang Li noticed Wang Han’s displeasure. In fact, Wang Han was not the only one unhappy at this victory banquet; there was also the lumberjack from Holland.

Just then, Green happened to catch sight of Shaqiya’s underwear. Come to think of it, that particular set looked rather familiar.

The power of the Heavenly Dao continued pouring into the empty body of Asura Daokong. In a short span of time, Asura Daokong’s strength had already reached the peak of the Supreme Heavenly Venerable realm and was surging toward the quasi-transcendent realm beyond the Heavenly Venerable level.

“Wait, wait!” Song Jiang was drenched in cold sweat. He could clearly see that Zhang Heng was not making an idle threat. With so many lives already on his hands, why would he care about one more?

On the deserted street, the watchman’s call rang out again and again. His hoarse voice, drawn out into a long, mournful note, struck at the hearts of those hidden in the darkness.

Mo Fei was secretly alarmed. With a single sword—only one—he had defeated Uncle Qiuling, the Decision-Maker, without even revealing his face. His strength was at least at the peak of the Spirit Realm, and he was clearly highly skilled in surprise attacks.

A halo of merit appeared behind the head of Bodhisattva Puxiang. Within it, blazing Buddhist light illuminated the ten directions. The Sacred Pure Land, together with the three Five-Land Bodhisattvas—Puyin, Pufang, and Pujia—descended into the halo of merit behind his head.

Countless statues stood on both sides of the square, and even the statues themselves were identical. The two sides looked like mirror images of each other.

He thought there must be something wrong with his eyes. He stared wide-eyed at the comical Calabash Brothers mask on Yang Wei’s face.

Confronted by the nine Divine Thunderbolts of Taiji, Meng Chunyang could not summon even the slightest will to resist. Without hesitation, he used a Substitute Calamity Talisman. In the arena, that would have counted as admitting defeat; here, however, it was merely a costly means of coping with the situation.

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Step might have suddenly added a mischievous remark at the very end of what he was saying. Then he bared his teeth in a grin, looking both sly and helpless, with a trace of bitterness.

If Li Xiang ever found out that Yang Wei was the Calabash Brother who had tormented him for so long, who knew whether he would cough up blood?

The people here recognized a few characters, but this was not the modesty of Lin Daiyu from The Dream of the Red Chamber. Their literacy really was limited.

In any case, they were not discussing anything private about their own families. What did it matter whether they knew each other? It was completely irrelevant.

Her mesmerizing eyes, paired with her slightly upturned lips, instantly drew everyone’s attention.

Unfortunately, she did not have any nationwide grain coupons. Local grain coupons would be useless once sent away, since they could not be used in another region. Otherwise, sending over a few nationwide coupons would certainly have made the recipient happier.

But how could Li Chen’an possibly let them escape? He sprang in front of one of them in a single stride and brought the spirit sword in his hand crashing down.

Anything that might create trouble in the future was better not left for the future. Keeping it in the trouble-free year of 1961 was perfectly fine. It was all dried seafood anyway, so there was no need to store it in a refrigerator. He could eat it whenever he had the time.

The wiring lay in complete disarray, and most of it had become nothing more than decoration. Yet the computer monitor still stubbornly emitted a dim, ghostly glow.

Xin Che had already been so shocked by Jiang Lili’s miraculous backpack and these bizarre fireworks that he was beginning to question his entire existence. When Jiang Lili suddenly collided with him, he saw the frightened look on her face, reached out to shield her, and covered her ears.

Two invisible auras collided in midair, throwing off sparks. For a moment, the temperature in the room seemed to plunge, making everyone shudder with dread.

Terry had barely crawled a few steps out when Lear fired two precise shots into the floor directly in front of him.

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