Chapter 949: Shen Shouxing

Evil influence…

Mo Hua's gaze sharpened slightly.

This evil influence's aura was extremely dense, extremely cold, carrying despair, and very similar to what he had sensed in the demonic fetus dream omen.

But unlike before, when he smelled this aura, Mo Hua felt no "hunger" in his soul—only a sense of "nausea."

He could now preliminarily conclude that beneath this lonely mountain, a demonic fetus was certainly being nurtured.

Only this demonic fetus

Bo Kai Guang struggled for only a few moments before dying. Then, Cheng Yishu carried his corpse back home and placed it in the household freezer.

Like a snowball rolling downhill, as its numbers grew, the Bai Jiao's expansion accelerated rapidly. It was estimated that within just a few more years, it could reach a ten-thousand-member scale.

"Oh, he actually said one of us three is a short squat! Who is it?!" Ming Ren, thrilled to finally receive a C-rank mission, eagerly joined in the teasing, turning around with malicious delight to search for the culprit.

"I will organize personnel to intensify efforts to ensure employee travel safety," Wang Haiqing said, saluting Ye Chun.

The baker glanced around, then beckoned the two to sit at a table with a mysterious air—clearly, the Soul-Sucking Eye had triggered his gossip instincts, and he was ready to launch into a long tale.

These two maidservants, merely by their physiques, differed greatly from ordinary ones: not only were they robust, but their Xuan Ling energy slowly leaked from their entire bodies—thick and pure, unmistakably those of experts.

Clouds gathered, dawn broke, and as morning light filled the courtyard with the chirping of birds, the next day officially arrived.

Xing Tianyu thought, So this is Netherio, Gabriel, Taiyi True Person—so everyone in the Nightmare Universe uses aliases? Fine, then I'll go along with the local custom.

Then, let's use you to test my third spell, Xing Tianyu thought, as shadow energy coalesced in his palm.

This time, however, Pan Qingqiang saw the other party get angry. Without a word, she abandoned everything in her shopping cart, put on her sunglasses, pulled up her mask, and hurriedly fled the market.

Just as seen from afar, the person was certainly not ugly, but neither was she particularly beautiful.

Immediately, the aircraft began uncontrollable shaking, and after a long while, it finally lifted off the ground, heading toward the predetermined starting point on the snowy mountain.

"No need for Cloud Crane Young Master to worry—I was specifically instructed by the Crown Prince before I came: you two have been here this long with no progress at all; she ought to suffer a little."

Even though he had long known he couldn't escape this dream, the recent comfort had made him slightly accustomed to nights without dreams.

Stability varies by person: very stable against other CSL clubs, but truly unbearable against world-class teams like Paris.

Yuan Shao glared at the vanguard general—this fool was useless, didn't even know who he was dealing with, making Yuan Shao lose face for nothing.

After setting up camp, Zhang Ming the next morning personally led Guan, Zhang, Zhao, and Xu Huang to the foot of Hulao Pass.

Zhang Ming had been harassing Cao Cao, but he dared not launch a large-scale war against him now; one misstep could lead to mutual destruction.

Charge Slash! His body felt as if pushed by an invisible force, instantly arriving before the yellow-robed phantom in midair.

Everyone was stunned by Ji Li's sudden shot—no one expected Ji Li to be so capricious, raising his hand and firing without warning.

Milky-white mist drifted through the woods, obscuring the path ahead, like a white veil draped over his eyes, resembling a mirage.

Thunder rolled down from the sky, exploding directly beside Guan Jiu's ear, forcing him involuntarily to kneel on the ground.

The water temperature was not scalding, nor was it cold—it remained consistently at a deeply comfortable level.

Since the Lanke Ghost incident, the City God Temple had completely fallen into ruin, with few visitors left; the front gate bore official seals.