Chapter 747: Targeted Preparation

Opening the ghost gate requires waiting until nightfall; during the day, the world's yang energy is at its peak, even on overcast days it's hard to open the ghost gate, so one must wait until evening, preferably the Zi hour.

But Ye Xiao left only a tall silhouette; after exiting the police station, his figure vanished around a corner, and in the blink of an eye he was already behind the platform.

Just relying on the experience of using the Staff God to suppress the Kunlun Eight Prisons for ten thousand years, a mere Hell fissure—what's that? Li De shouted.

Xu Yi, taking advantage of noon, entered the forest again; within a not‑too‑distant mountain range, he found a narrow cave, widened it slightly, then stopped, standing still, facing the interior of the cave.

Ye Xiao went to find Pangzi, asking for information about the murderer; he thought Pangzi wouldn't give it, but after a brief thought Pangzi agreed.

Wu Di saw the middle‑aged man, that is Cao Fang, take out the bead, and instantly exclaimed excitedly.

"Not bad, through the secret line of Wo Hu Zhuang we've confirmed the location of Tianjue Prison, but it's not yet time to raid the prison. We must wait until the Xiaoyao King goes to duel Uncle Huang, then strike. If the Xiaoyao King is present, we can't rescue anyone and will end up trapped ourselves," Yi Jifeng said.

Naturally, Luo Ning, who had already returned to the warship, could no longer learn about the situation at the World Government Headquarters Mary Joia.

Senior brothers Lu Yun and his sister, pursued to the brink of heaven with no way out, were nearing despair; unexpectedly, they had only just entered this Real Human Ancient Realm, and now they were about to fall here?

Shangguan family head felt reverence in her heart; she finally understood why Xiao Huo held such a high status in the Nangong family.

But the foreigner, seeing her reaction, was already very pleased; he smiled and asked if he could take a photo for them.

But today, Liu Wei completely lost the mood for work, got up with her bag, left, and drove straight to the gate of Shen Bing's office courtyard.

Li Si is already very strong; with a weapon, he could fully spar with the black‑and‑white robot.

Zhao Qingkui said, handing over his thick translation draft, and saw that many sentences on the paper had only the first half, the latter half blank.

So when Fujihara Xingkong smiled and asked her if she wanted to raise a black cat, Kayako wavered inside.

Feng Haiping's skin twitched; is this considered clever, Nima? There's nothing dumber than this, right? He kept thinking about how to guard against people, but forgot that in today's wilderness, humans are not the most dangerous species.

Having lived so many years, a simple truth has deeply rooted in his heart: don't listen to what others say, watch what they do.

This camp's surviving American soldiers are the most numerous, and the remaining predators are also the most, reaching nearly twenty.

Lu Xing patted his shoulder, and using some Amerindian language he had learned while rescuing American soldiers mixed with his spiritual power, he explained to this suffering patron.

Guo Shu nodded, also letting her rest early. He knew he would have to deal with something when he returned. Jiang Guangguang had disappeared with him, and Cheng Rongjian was surely waiting in the hotel at this time.

"Do you think I'm easy to bully?" Jiang Xi smiled lightly, reaching to tug at the flower trellis—a row extending from the Zhan family gate to the residential gate, red carpet laid beneath, splendid; Jiang Xi was pulling at the rose petals on it.

"Haha, I think this place's scenery is nice, suitable for a burial ground, hope you like it," Zhan Tian laughed brightly.

When everyone opened their eyes, they saw they were already behind the waterfall; Li Ke, the butcher, and Renji could not close their hearing—Jin Daoyuan had sealed their ears with golden needles before they entered, and now each had a silver needle at the back of their ear that, if pulled, would restore hearing briefly.

"I'll call my father right now." If he didn't have to die, then Jin Baiman naturally didn't want to die, and hurriedly took out his phone to dial his father's number.

"Hmph! You look at fashion impurities, looking back at where people are! The scenery's different, hit the lecher!" Zhang Jingchu angrily reached to grab Zhan Tian's waist, while Zhang Shuer glanced at the impurity Zhan Tian held and giggled; the commotion also made the misdeed‑doing Li Ke look over, then he burst into endless laughter.

Dark clouds dispersed, thunderlight vanished, a flash of sky pierced, scattering over the scarred ground.

"You also heard it; if I have any scheme against him, he wouldn't say he'll accept him again," I said.

Even though it was cool, everyone on the stand felt sweltering, holding their breath nervously as they stared at the green lawn where no figure could be seen, unsure of what would happen next.

Unable to refuse the hospitality, I pulled a chair and sat opposite Chen Shishi across the desk. Chen Shishi's attitude softened, and I finally dared to look her in the eyes.

At that moment, an electronic voice rang out, and a pop‑up appeared on the computer screen he was watching.

The wooden hut was very odd, having no windows; it was built from vertical cedar planks, with no horizontal beams, as if the cedars themselves grew there, naturally forming a house—no windows, but there was a wooden door.

That New Year's Eve, her parents were abroad and couldn't return in time; after eating the reunion dinner with relatives and returning to the empty house, a sense of loneliness spread through her body.

Lin Chuan had little affection for the Zhongchuan Imperial Family, and since he had many festivals before, he didn't plan to help Zhongchuan Chen, but intended to bypass them and assist Taiching Sect's Lian Ru, after all he was also this guy's master ancestor.

"After this incident, I estimate some people will test the Ren Sect; everyone just shouldn't be careless!" Lin Chuan said softly.

When Lin Feiyu's breath erupted, the airflow became sword‑like, solidifying; it actually caused the fine needles that Lin Daoyuan had launched to be all struck down to the ground by this sword qi.

After the collaborator obtained Lu Bin's data, he naturally gave the information to his distant relative.

Yang Hao's middle‑aged man said nothing, only forced a wry smile, then his expression turned solemn.