34. Wherever the Red Star Shines, the Land Burns with Fervor

Lin Zhao rolled her eyes. Clearly, the woman with the inverted-triangle eyes opposite her had not expected her to be so unyielding, and rage twisted her features.

At precisely eight o’clock, the copper bell clanged loudly.

In an instant, a flood of people surged inside, carrying the sour stench of sweat.

Several hands clutching ration coupons slapped down on the glass counter.

“Comrade! Comrade! Here’s the money and cloth coupons. Cut me three chi of cloth first.” The girl with twin braids leaned halfway over the counter, the blue cloth coupon darkened where sweat had soaked into it.

Nearby—

After seeing that Lin Fan and the others had all finished choosing, Sako rose once more and waved to everyone.

After receiving the card, Lin Fan discovered that it bore the same information as his name badge. It was his identification.

A chill ran through me. This was the first time I had ever encountered a ghost like this. Even if she had been alive, such an appearance would still have been considered ugly.

Everyone had to walk their own path. Since my elder sister liked Su Jinchuan and wanted to date him, I had already told her everything she needed to know as her younger sister. As for what happened afterward, as long as she was happy, that was enough.

Yao Yun understood the situation and felt deeply unwilling to accept it. Then, almost involuntarily, she looked toward a certain bald man.

To other people, Soul Venerable Qinghai was a revered figure of the Soul Hall, a two-star Dou Venerable, and even someone who stood above the entire Jia Ma Empire.

Had she not seen the woman herself and merely heard that voice, it would have been enough to stir endless fantasies.

Li Dong led me inside the house, where his old father was tied to a chair. His hair really was white, and the pupils of his eyes were unlike those of ordinary people—noticeably larger. He had his mouth open, two fangs exposed, his face contorted in a terrifying snarl.

“Little Bao, stop it. If something like that were possible, King Arthur would have done it long ago!” Isabel said.

Ye Yuancheng was also a famous Japanese 110-meter hurdler. He had once won the silver medal at the Asian Games, and among Asian athletes, his strength was still formidable.

But when Harris was thrown aside and saw Li Bin gradually catch up with Wariner from behind, he was suddenly not surprised at all. It was not only Harris who had been overtaken; even Wariner had failed to escape.

This was precisely where Medierli was even more powerful—and why Xia He did not dare let Smith learn the secret of Thunder. If Smith used Thunder to temper his sword heart, he would almost certainly die.

Xiao Yuyin said nothing, though her expression was somewhat gloomy. To think that even she would have a day when she was disliked—what a strange feeling.

After they reached the hospital, Huang Qinqin finally agreed to receive treatment. Su Qingge and Luo Qinghan sat in the waiting room, waiting for her treatment to finish.

“Impossible! How can your physical body be so powerful? What terrifying body-tempering technique have you cultivated?” The Black Fiend Tiger pounded Li Yunmu’s chest again and again.

“No need. I’ll walk there myself!” Zhang Song gave a cold snort, ignored everyone, and strode out of the residence, leaving Liu Zhang behind, his face dark as he glared fixedly in the direction Zhang Song had gone.

At the very end, Li Yunmu successfully obtained from the Holt natives a weapon that only the Holt natives could possess.

Amid the deep, melodious sound of horns, an army approached from the front, sweeping toward them in a vast cloud of dust. The hand with which Qianzhao gripped his weapon began to sweat involuntarily, and an indescribable despair welled up in his heart.

Wasn’t it the same last time? I forgot to bring in the laundry that evening, and the next morning I found the freshly washed clothes covered in clumps of white and yellow droppings. Needless to say, that was the work of those feathered beasts.

Before he had finished speaking, a faint laugh suddenly drifted up from below the cliff. Xie Gongbao and Yan Xian’er leaned over to look down. The laughter came from a slope five meters beneath the cliff. Without another word, the two of them jumped down.

In a recess among the rock walls below stood a large tree. Beneath it sat two monks in meditation—one was the monk Yixin, and the other was Gao Wan.

Jiang Han saw the ice-colored energy forms gradually begin to tremble, their hues slowly becoming stained with blood-red.