Chapter 266

The ancient tomb had been dug so deep that after walking so long, they were still descending; in the silent corridor, only the sound of their own footsteps echoed, one after another.

"Is it still working? Will something bad happen?" Long A stared at the man lying on the bed, trembling faintly, his face already blackened, as if poisoned.

The dead are dead; what matters is those still alive. This year, the Emperor issued an edict, summoning Gu Qingyun back to service.

Once they had fully "cleared" the prison, rescuing the prisoners below would no longer delay their mission.

Especially Gu Qingyun—he was the symbol of the Gu family; as long as he lived, he was the best protection for the Gu family.

"Ye An took her out to play; someone's with her, so don't worry." Now, whenever Ye An took Xin Xin out, he always had someone accompany them; Ye Ning still trembled at the memory of what had happened recently.

In front of outsiders, Lin Xiaomo still disliked such intimate gestures; she gently turned her head away.

Zhao Beiming glanced around, and a few figures in black clothing stood not far off; at this point, he had no path left to retreat.

"Of course—when you fell before, you slept dazedly in the hospital for days, all checked by doctors. Don't you remember?" Huo Nantian held her tightly; the bodyguards had already driven the car to the hospital entrance, and the private hospital wasn't crowded.

Ju Gen and Bu were not in the mood to sleep; they stood like two door gods, one on each side, faces cold, guarding the ox cart. When Ji Yun and Chen Baiqi finally returned, Ju's expression sharpened—he stepped forward with a tiger's charge, his brow deeply furrowed, his dark face radiating savage ferocity.

Su Bai manifested in this world via a platinum projection; he took a deep breath, and the experience of his physical arrival revealed far more about this world's essence.

The next day, they went to the hospital together; after fitting An Jinyan with a hearing aid, they visited Feng Xiu.

Asa Shen said: "Do you care about her and just happen to care about me, or do you truly care about both?" The girl clearly wasn't hurt.

"I won't accept this!" Li Changgui stared at the direction the enemies had fled, shouting in a stubborn, low voice like an aggrieved old man.

Qiao Shen leaned against the railing, pulled out a cigarette, lit it with a lighter, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring, his gaze deep as he stared into the distance.

Meanwhile, other voices nearby were chaotic, all asking whether the two were safe; among them, Mu Lao's voice was the loudest.

Along the ridge, sunflowers had been planted in a row; the remaining triangular plot of private land had been planted with barley by Dong's father, which could be used to brew wine in autumn.

In this world, there are indeed people who avoid friends once they become rich and powerful—perhaps because they are aloof and refuse to rely on others, or perhaps because they know their bond isn't strong enough and keep their distance—but most are those who avoid friends when they fall on hard times.

Speaking against one's conscience feels bad; lying with open eyes feels worse. Fu Chuan felt that if he kept saying such nauseating words, he would be unable to stop himself from vomiting.

"Impossible, impossible! This Daoist not only saved our lives but also captured the Iron Corpse—this is your achievement; how could we dare claim credit?" Though their hearts were rejoicing, Wang He and the other two pretended humility, waving their hands repeatedly, refusing outright.

"Who are you? Don't come closer." Despite the old man's ever-kind smile, the bandit suddenly felt a flicker of fear.

"Brother, he's injured—watch him. I'll deal with the other one." Wang Weidong ordered; Wang Jie had been struck by his Yin Sha Palm—the chilling energy had sunk into his bones; any further exertion would cause unbearable pain, worse than death. In his view, Wang Jie was no longer combat-capable.

Wu Xiaoyao, inside the device, naturally had no leisure to care about the commotion his presence had caused in the hall; he stretched, then re-entered the challenge—this time, he would leap directly from Novice Beast Tamer to Bronze Beast Tamer.

Some were discussing, others curious, for they'd heard the boss was very young—and most importantly, his influence was extraordinary.

Soon, Gao Shan Ling's eyes snapped open; he roared, "Shadow Control Technique." Instantly, two black hands emerged on either side, like chains, latching onto Wu Xiaoyao's shadow and pinning it immovably.

The newly formed Weiyang Army, which had absorbed the remnants of the Jingyun State's Qingli Army scattered by the Ten Thousand Beasts' Blood Claws, reached fifty li outside Qingxia Valley and set up camp.

After mastering their abilities, psychics have a certain chance of undergoing a second awakening, thereby enhancing their powers.

"The Tianchi Ruins have their own unique qualities; you should go there for training as well." The mysterious figure smiled.

"Hello, is Dr. Jiang Yi at home? I'm his friend Joanna." Joanna smiled sweetly, stepped forward, bowed slightly, and spoke gently.