Chapter 213: The Night of a Hundred Ghosts Begins! The Standard Answer Won

Luckily, the boss didn't pull out a cleaver and shout, "That's right, I'm a robber—hand over your money right now!"

The incense shop owner chuckled, his expression still very amiable:

"You get what you pay for, no returns, no haggling!"

After saying that, he picked up the eternal lamp and added:

"Though this eternal lamp is a bit pricey, the effect is excellent—once you have it, you'll never fear walking at night without seeing ghosts!"

Huh? How

"How long do you think you can hold out?" The Holy Tuo Immortal Turtle spoke again, his wrinkled face growing even more solemn.

"Who said I came to S City for fun? I have legitimate business." Lu Yebai twirled a pristine black invitation card edged in silver, raising an eyebrow as he spoke into the phone.

Compared to the Bao Yi battle armor from yesterday, the Jian Nu armor now assaulting the city was far better equipped and more ferocious in demeanor. Each man carried a round shield, wielded a long spear, short axe, or iron bone club, and wore two or three layers of armor—besides ordinary iron armor, some wore silvery-white battle gear; needless to say, these were the Jian Nu 's elite White Armor soldiers.

Moreover, both Zhong Huanyan and Bai Mo had carried this backpack for a long time.

The escape of powerful elites caused even greater chaos, and Li Dingguo, Chongzhen Emperor's most trusted general, seemed deeply brainwashed by Li Zicheng and Zhang Xianzhong. After capturing Nanjing, he even raised the slogan: "When the emperor comes, no grain tax!" He called on the poor to rise up, seize the rich, and divide the land.

Yan Zhenggang's face grew even colder; speaking of this filled him with furious anger, and he slowly recounted the events.

As for other Dao traces, they dared not imitate them—this bead's Five Elements space was already astonishing; if more were added, it would surely provoke major factions to turn on each other instantly and launch a direct assault for possession.

Zhuo Yu wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but he occasionally sensed pure spatial energy surging.

This left Han Rong dumbfounded and incredulous—he bluntly declared He Bai's fist art had reached the Master level, meaning his close-combat combat value exceeded ninety. Yet He Bai himself felt his potential in fist art was immensely deep and profound—he had merely grasped a fraction of its essence so far.

By the way, why did Hu Jie come to Huiyang City? Why didn't she call me? How did those people catch her? And how did they know about her connection to me? A string of questions surfaced in Yang Zhengjie's mind—he couldn't yet make sense of anything.

I've always avoided making enemies—so why would someone go to such lengths to set up a barrier, lay a trap, and try to harm me?

The demonic palace before him looked like an ancient capital of Huaxia, covered in traces left by long-forgotten history.

Both were chatterboxes, but Nan Sheng gave the impression of being far more likable than Xie Limo.

In truth, Xi Yuchen saw her video-calling a boy her own age, who was grinning broadly; in a fit of anger, he directly shut off her video call system.

After playing with it, the rake handed the staff to Miao Jueyang and said, "It looks just like an ordinary staff—nothing special." He shook his head; he'd mastered this weapon to its limit and still found nothing unusual.

Since Dongfang Ding announced his wedding in three days, preparations had become like gearing up for war.

At this moment, the young man truly began to grow nervous—and genuinely lost his composure.

Swallowing his saliva, Fang Shengping, who had always strived to prepare thoroughly, could only rely on the sword qi on his body to barely resist the onslaught.

"Teacher, you two talk—we'll step out for now," Cai Xinting said with a smile, then walked out of the ward with Tian Yue Ting and Fang Ya.