Chapter 129: Listing (Requesting Monthly Votes)

After sending the manuscript of *Divine Tomb* to the second-round editor and the boss, Zhou Yi, curious, began reading the content of *Divine Tomb*.

Not long after, he fell completely silent.

His eyes never left the plot on the computer screen; he stopped speaking, stopped drinking water—even though the cup was clutched in his hand, he forgot to drink.

He, who normally went to the bathroom every one or two hours, did not go again for a long time.

He was famously known for his lightning-fast manuscript review speed.

Next, he did not rush to deal with the Corpse General's soul, but first went to check on Jin Yin Bao; seeing that his soul was merely weak, he quickly pulled out two Soul-Stabilizing Pills and made him swallow them, waited a moment until Jin Yin Bao's consciousness recovered, then asked him about his past grievances with the Corpse General.

Since Gong Sun Qi had harbored ill intentions toward Shang Guan Mei and spoken disrespectfully, Lin Qingxuan had grown deeply disgusted with the Gong Sun family; after arriving at Li Huo Island, the actions of the Gong Sun clan chief only deepened Lin Qingxuan's resentment.

Xia Feng was building his own intelligence network. If one sought great matters, establishing one's own intelligence organization was essential.

The sudden intrusion of that voice into her inner world startled her; she shuddered as if electrocuted, her whole body trembling, her foot slipped out from under her, and she lurched forward to fall—just as she screamed, her falling body was suddenly halted midair.

Looking at the countless ghosts, Zhou Liang's eyes showed thought: Was he using the Ten Thousand Souls Melt into Heaven Technique? If he could absorb the soul energy of these ghosts, his Life Soul would surely strengthen another level—but what if he couldn't open the Cycle Passage?

Another silence fell; even the guards at the entrance grew still, unsure whether to stay in the hall or rush home to hug their wives and weep.

Ao Tianji walked up to Wan Yinxī, looking down at her, his eyes devoid of any emotion—not even hatred.

Every night after Xia Xue fell asleep, Ao Tianji went to the hospital to see her, no matter how late he worked or how exhausted he was; secretly visiting her at the hospital was his daily ritual.

Tian Feng roared, swung his massive axe to cleave heaven, and slashed it in a wide arc, reducing the three Divine Emperors to bloody pulp and blasting them away.

Regarding the previous incident of the migrant workers being buried, although Qin Shuhuai forbade anyone from spreading the news, all employees of the project department still knew some details—even how much had been spent to handle it.

"Big Sister Huo, can I stay beneath this great tree?" Zi Er said hopefully, watching the spiritual energy continuously spewing from the World Tree.

Qie Wu went to Qiqiao Hall alone; the other four went to Nie Ruolan's home. As soon as Nie Ruolan arrived, she ordered servants to cook and prepare rice, then the group gathered in the hall to discuss matters.

The True Cultivation Flea Market was bustling: some cultivators sold fragments of magical artifacts, others sold spiritual materials or spirit beasts, still others sold calligraphy and paintings left behind by famous cultivators—it was a dazzling array, overwhelming to the eyes.

When they climbed halfway up the mountain, the Blood Grass vanished, replaced by bare pink ground; Ning Tao saw rocks for the first time.

Though the elder found it strange, the world was vast and full of wonders; Shi Qingshan might have had a miraculous encounter—or perhaps suffered misfortune—and he did not suspect her of being an evil practitioner.

Then, if we only need to detonate this brain, perhaps we could halt the fungal plague's army?

And because of this emotion, they would feed the food to Mao Yu—even if they didn't give it directly, they would allow Mao Yu to eat alongside them.

Li Muqing hadn't noticed when she was with Shi Heng, but now she recalled: when Shi Heng saw the martial heroes gathered at Desheng Gate, his expression had indeed been unpleasant. Li Muqing thought: they had worked hard to come aid in battle, lost so many lives—and yet these people's first thought was suspicion; it was chilling to the heart and teeth.