Chapter 147: What are you yelling for? If you yell again, I

Outside the military tent, Xia Yun had been waiting early; seeing nightfall had come but Xiong Ming had not returned, she was frantic with worry, so she came out to wait for him. Seeing that the three of them were unharmed, her heart eased considerably.

During this time, Lei Xingfeng also saw someone fly past through the sky, but he had no intention of communicating with them, so he merely watched silently as they flew away—clearly, this was just someone passing through.

The original purpose of developing this weapon was to eliminate all intelligent systems existing by logical calculation, making the threat to Tianwang even greater.

On one hand, we must find someone to resolve the casino's unsealing; on the other, we must still deal with various external public opinions.

Li Mu spoke calmly, as if telling a dark joke, but Hester suddenly felt a pang in her chest, sensing that Li Mu might truly think so.

He could hardly wait to find out what method Ye Luo would use to save them all—these hundred thousand strong warriors—from this certain death.

"How did this suddenly happen out of nowhere?" The room was full of people; Ren Shi spoke with sorrow, and several concubines beside her wiped their tears.

Shao Bin remembered the bamboo pole vividly; though he had never seen it with his own eyes, the legendary Dog-Beating Staff Art, widely spoken of as miraculous, still sent a chill down his spine.

Ye Feng knew Yang Zi was unable to move easily, so he carefully held the water to Yang Zi's lips and gently let him drink.

The top three guild players charging ahead were all hit, nearly all reduced to half health; at the same time, Jiang Hanying and Endtime Anthem activated their unique hero skills.

The situation was promising: if the New Second Division could crush the Japanese 34th Division tonight and capture De'an, the plan to blockade the Yangtze River route could be realized ahead of schedule.

"Open the airspace! Let those who can fly take the civilians away!!!" From within the city's pillars, the mayor screamed hoarsely; after uttering these words, all defensive shields were deactivated, the sky above the city was opened, and flight-capable strongholds began frantically fleeing.

Seven-leaf Purple Lingzhi—when Duan Fangping heard the name, his heart stirred; he recalled that Master Mi Zong in Taoyuan Valley had searched for years for this very herb. Could he encounter it today?

The light outside the door flickered dimly, exuding an eerie aura. Shen Chen pressed against the wall, utterly vigilant, not a moment of slackness.

"They came back, but left again," said a middle-aged man, unable to suppress his trembling.

The first to respond, the "Ghost," drew a sharp breath, as if deeply wounded by this simple jest.

Senior Gu Fa should understand the reason, because as Haiyuan knew, she was not an Abilityless. Though others seemed unaware.

Ye Feng's purpose in going to the Blood God Mansion was to send his soul out of his body, journeying to the Nine Heavens to seek the Water of the Yellow Spring. Not only did the Nine Heavens threaten with the Weak Waters of the Yellow Spring, but the underground Ghost Clan was also absolutely not to be provoked.

As his foundation, he entrusted the defense of Fengyi to the careful Yong Chi, and assigned the brothers Zhou Ke and Zhou Chang to guard Pei County.

"You just passed by here? You were just…?" Luo Duan cared whether he had overheard his banter with the maid.

Outside the hall, Qing Shuang heard this and stared in shock at the senior maid, then subtly shifted her stance closer to the hall entrance, holding her breath to listen carefully.

Compared to the inherent danger of the world itself, the unknown Travelers were indeed more terrifying, far harder to guard against.

"Failed a few times, but I've begun to grasp some patterns—though I won't finish in time for this battle," Dai Lin shook her head. The Corpse Clan will attack Shao City soon, and to truly forge a large-scale defensive weapon, she needed at least another month of experimentation.

"Yes, a man named Tang Zhong. Young Master Nan sent me to fetch you—let's go!" the servant replied coldly.

As he stared, Xu Chen felt himself sinking into a desolate, dead prison—as if he had entered the curse's core—everything was black, and in the darkness, countless Dao lines and law patterns twisted and interwove.

The other Han men, hearing the sound of Tang Zhong's fists and seeing the three men's horrific state, looked at Tang Zhong with utter terror; their knives slipped in their hands, and they slowly retreated.

The Empress dropped her false pretense toward Qing Shuang at once, her expression turning cold and cruel. She pointed at Qing Shuang and roared in fury, her demeanor as if she meant to flay her skin, carve her bones, and swallow her alive.

The Chancellor submitted a memorial stating that the toll of this epidemic had been light; thanks to Heaven's mercy and friendly neighboring states, we must still extend grace to the soldiers and physicians stationed here, comfort the dead, reward the living—among them, the physician who devised the method to combat the plague most deserves the monarch's honor and favor.

"Nothing much. You look so upright, reminding me of an old friend. I'm here to ask: where are you from?" Rong Er got straight to the point—eighteen years had truly changed nothing.

"How could you not consult me about something this big? We agreed—one life per year, until we find the real killer, no more. How could you act so recklessly?" Zhang Lide was no hero, but he was a man; how could he not be enraged by such a betrayal of trust?