Chapter 133: Bathing in Purity to Draw a Lucky Slip!

A youth with skin as pale as jade sat up from the coffin, a hint of weariness lingering between his brows, as if he had just woken from sleep.

An ancient voice, incongruous with his appearance, emerged from his throat.

"Why haven't I died yet…"

His expression grew irritable; his second sentence was startling.

But no one in the vast, empty tomb listened to his complaints—he could only sit there in silent frustration.

After a moment, he slowly lifted his eyes.

Looking at the photo on his phone of two people embracing, Lin Duoduo's lips curled into a sly, triumphant smile.

By coincidence, two years ago, Uncle Hua's son also tested positive for an affinity weapon talent—the rare, ninety-percent-probability Type Two single-element awakening.

But verification was slow; after an entire night, only a hundred and ten people had been checked, while four or five hundred still waited in the hall for police "isolation review."

Lan Yanfeng's words were a statement, not a question; Bai Ranran's face instantly flushed red, embarrassed.

Bai Ranran gave a bitter smile, recalling Lan Yanfeng's odd behavior—his unexplained no-show today, his guarded, hostile demeanor just now, how he'd clearly been desperate for that paper yet pretended indifference, telling her it wasn't important.

"Lu Jun, did I see right? Xu Youqing just smiled at you—my eyes aren't playing tricks, are they?" Chen Yuxin found it hard to believe.

Boss Zhan had already given up—he knew he had no good outcome ahead. Zhan Beiting would never spare him again. He no longer cared. He'd spent his whole life chasing the Zhan family presidency, destroying his family, driving away his wife and children, and still ended up with nothing.

The villa's bar and casino weren't in the same place—the bar was upstairs in the adjacent building, no wonder Wu Ziyu hadn't found it.

"You plan to draw them away?" Liu Pingfan set Tong Xiyuan down, watching the approaching police car.

But if that's truly the case, then the final conflict will be a life-or-death battle with the Giants; humanity would never have gone to such lengths unless it aimed to exterminate the entire Giant race.

"Director Stephen, is there any connection between this orphanage and the chapel behind the mountain?" I looked at the director and asked my question outright.

But since Xia Bing refuses to come with us, she must have her reasons—perhaps she's still our secret weapon.

"Can't we have a closer term of address? I don't mind if you call me 'Jianjian'!" Deadpool looked wounded.

"Enough, wipe your tears and go to sleep. You too—go rest. Let them attend to me." Murong Xue yawned widely and walked inside.

Throughout this period, Meng Fanlang's actions against the Quan family were all watched closely; and this time, the Quan family escaped crisis only because of He Nianian's intervention, sparing them from layoffs.

With little time left, Meng Jingyi swallowed her resentment and knocked on Xiao Heng's door.

Although Ye Zixu said nothing aloud about it, I could feel his regret for Ye Bufen—Ye Bufen was his disciple, and seeing his own disciple reduced to this must have pained him deeply.

Germany might relax its internal controls somewhat, but it certainly wouldn't loosen its guard against British probes—everyone's like this; who wants another nation sneaking in to steal secrets?

What did Fat Ye and the others encounter? What were they doing? When I tried to ask more, a cloud of black mist had already engulfed them, then vanished before our eyes.

Kude was an old hand at this; though Kaiser hated him, she'd never been with another man—she was no match for Kude.