Chapter 33: Purchasing Two Major Items

Yang City Department Store stood in the heart of the city, a four-story building.

Seated on the bus, Su Qiao followed the straight Central Avenue forward and soon saw the distinctive building.

What she had not expected was that, despite today not being a day off, there were still crowds of people around the department store.

She got off the bus and stood amid the endless stream of passersby. For a fleeting moment, she thought she had returned to her former life.

But she was not lost in the illusion for long before she was—

From time to time, a faint cough drifted out of the private room. It was enough to tell that the honored guest within was unwell, though still maintaining impeccable manners.

They looked travel-worn, and there was a trace of anxiety in their eyes. The one walking at the back was especially eager, his expression like that of a young man about to marry the woman he loved—filled with joy, yet touched with timidity.

Of course, he also intended to take the opportunity to see more of the world, searching through myths and legends everywhere for something that might help Ji Qing.

In an instant, a six-pointed star descended upon George’s body. Before long, a card took shape and was stored in his card tome, while George himself had vanished without a trace.

“Hmph! You are still whispering sweet nothings to each other with death at hand. Since that is the case, I shall send you both down below to become a pair of lovers bound together in death!” the Zombie King said in a low voice. He intended to kill Li Xiaoyao and the other person first; as for Zhao Ling’er, he had never regarded her as a threat.

Yi Yun was left speechless with embarrassment, while the others were utterly astonished. Did this mean that, in the future, when they cultivated, they would at least have a Grandmaster-level expert as their teacher? And these were merely outer disciples. What of the inner disciples? And the direct disciples?

“She helped me. Otherwise, I might still be lying in bed now,” Jing Qi said briefly. There was no point explaining a cultivation deviation to a foreigner; it would have been like playing music to a deaf cow.

When it rained, the mercury chain fused with the stone appeared capable of coming into contact with the water. In reality, however, because the stone neither absorbed nor dissolved in water, the rain and the mercury chain within the stone had never truly touched one another. It was as though they existed in two separate worlds.

There were several miraculous plants in Felwood Forest that had lost their original appearance after being corrupted by fel energy. The members of the Cenarion Circle, however, discovered that the principle of fighting poison with poison could be used to create ointments capable of restoring the plants to their original forms.

Lin Jie simply slipped a finger into his mouth. He withdrew it, then smeared the blood over the stone.

A large gas-powered truck hauled earth down from the mountain and drove to the edge of the rice paddies. More than a dozen laborers, muddy and filthy as monkeys, immediately clambered onto the truck and frantically shoveled the soil down.

As I performed these movements, I always kept at least one hand holding the harmonica, maintaining the act of playing without interruption.

At these words, a trace of doubt also appeared on Shui Bingyue’s face, as though she did not believe what Shui Bingyue had just said. Xiang Shaofan and Cang Yazi, however, nodded slightly, acknowledging Ji Siyu’s statement. In truth, if Shui Bingyue had stayed there a little longer, she would not have formed that impression.

The Vampire King stared at Kujo Jotaro with blood-red eyes, his murderous intent utterly undisguised.

Before coming over, Chen Hai had analyzed Jiang Mingchuan’s thoughts with Jiang Yuwei. At first, Jiang Yuwei had not been entirely convinced, but now, seeing Jiang Mingchuan’s hesitant yet inviting manner, she was certain that, in his eyes, she was nothing more than a dispensable pawn.

Chen Qingniu dodged left and right, scrambling and rolling, employing every possible means of evasion. His Eighteen Forms of the Hammer Immortal Fist dared only to withstand the gusts of force swept out by the Broken Immortal Spear; he absolutely did not dare let even the slightest trace touch him. Forced into passive defense, he was in constant peril.

This ten-ton, twin-bed open-hearth furnace stood three meters high. Its outer layer was a reinforced-concrete structure clad in steel plates. The furnace chamber was a trough built of firebricks, covered above by a roof made of the same material.

Occasional laughter and playful voices rose from the great camp, only to fall silent at once. Everything was orderly and disciplined, offering a glimpse of the severity with which Meng Zhan governed his army.