Chapter 95: Beloved Enemy

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Far from the alley entrance, Lin Yuming parked his car in an empty lot. The car was loaded with local specialties—preserved meats and the like. Lin returned home carrying a chicken in his left hand, a duck in his right, and slung a slab of meat over his shoulder. His appearance startled his mother greatly.

"Furthermore, I shall bestow upon you a certain boon," Sargeras suddenly declared. A deep green light shot forth from the Orb of Chaos and, before Kalia could react, it penetrated her body, invading her heart.

Jin Guangcheng let out a disgruntled hum and said no more. Yang Shao drew a short knife from his boot, usually kept for self-defense, tore a strip from the hem of his robe, and cautiously lifted the lid of the next coffin. His hands trembled slightly. Within the remaining coffins lay corpses with skin darkened to a bluish hue, clearly reanimated as ferocious undead.

Of course, that being said, if Li Kehao and Lei Gang were to share a bed with Xiao Bohan, surely Xiao Bohan would never agree.

Xiao Bohan spoke plainly, but to Lu Jianqiang’s ears, his words were chilling to the bone. It was entirely possible—because even if his own father held immense power and influence, he could never truly uncover the truth behind such matters.

Take Cai Xun, for example. Since he was a child, he loved observing changes around him. Leaves turning from green to yellow, flowers blooming and withering, even ants moving their nests—all these shifts he memorized.

Yet despite searching for a long time, he remained clueless about the whereabouts of the ninth rune’s original page.

Boss Jin had also come to realize many things. He understood that those who could orchestrate such a grand scheme were far beyond the reach of a thug like himself. At that moment, he no longer cared about dreams; all he wanted was to survive and return.

Eighteen long chains of white bones suddenly burst forth, swaying erratically in the air, as the black-robed Jia Ren resembled a grotesque spider with writhing tentacles.

His eyes remained open. Da Liu stared for a long time before finally exhaling deeply, “It’s him.” Then he gave a bitter smile.

Even a fine horse has its limits; there is certainly a difference between one horse bearing two riders and one horse bearing one.

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“Since it’s settled, let’s hold an engagement banquet for you, and at the same time, announce the official entry of my Divine Race into the world,” Lin’s father declared.

“I know—they’ve all united, intending to seize a major city by combining their forces,” someone suddenly said.

Not only was it wrong, it was completely wrong. The interior was vast—immense, in fact. The entrance was narrow at first, but the further inside one went, the more spacious it became.

“I won’t have to worry anymore. Later, I’ll recall Dark Chrysanthemum and Dark Orchid. If Wan Ying is found, they can be contacted via sparks. Remember, report immediately upon any discovery!” Liu Chenyang turned and instructed.

She was terrified. One day, Wei Du might vanish from her world just as Lu Shouheng did, like the breeze that night—disappearing without a trace.

Furthermore, the ice could numb their nerves, preventing them from feeling pain temporarily. Thus, they could ignore their wounds and sleep peacefully, unharmed.

Living in this scorching, desolate ruined city meant constantly facing shortages of water and food; each group frequently quarreled due to limited resources amid their large populations.

At least here, two things could be expressed: one referred to the actions between her and Lu Lei, the other to Yun Xu’s attitude toward his disciples.

Hua Feng had no choice but to pause and watch quietly, confirming that no other attention was drawn, nor did those things appear.

“Name… gender… place of origin…” The young police officer recited the formalities like a chant. Li Tianchou answered each question without complaint. He had undergone this procedure before at the city bureau, seemingly during an investigation.

“Do you understand lip reading?” Chu Feng asked Wu Ruirui, suspecting it was quite likely, hence the question.

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“Heh, what use is killing you? You’re not him; they’re completely different matters. After being trapped for ten thousand years, I’ve come to understand. The old grudges I no longer harbor—I’ve long since let go of everything,” Xiao Yue’s master said calmly.

Hearing their words, Pei Donglai was both amused and exasperated, about to say something, when Qin Dongxue walked out of the classroom.

‘Shadow’ felt too embarrassed to think any further. Only she had truly experienced that sensation just now.

Apart from the two early Void Stage powerhouses, the other six cultivators of Heavenly Longevity Stage answered without hesitation.

Gao Chong and his group ate lunch outside before returning to Fu Ji. The hall was crowded. Deng Yu, the fourth eldest of the Deng family, and Deng Yu’s maid Hong Niang were already waiting early. Outside, Deng Yu’s fans crowded around. Now she was a big star in Nanyang, though fortunately, nobody wanted her autograph at that moment.

Xiao Yue was struck by tens of thousands of heavenly thunder bolts every second, his entire body instantly blackened with smoke rising.

Following Hua Yun’s instructions, she locked the door, washed up, then lay in bed unable to sleep. Her mind flickered between the gruesome image of the dead rabbit, Li Tianchou’s smiling face, and Jin Cheng’s furious glare. At first, the images played like a film; later, they jumbled into a chaotic mess.