Chapter 804

One Hundred and Forty-Nine: A Water Dungeon by Day?

Inside the silent water dungeon, everything was as it had been last night.

Eight food boxes containing vegetarian meals were pushed by Ouyang Rong one by one into the eight black water-curtain prison doors, from “Gui” to “Bing.”

As always, the cell marked “Bing” moved slowest, while the one marked “Ji” moved fastest.

The prisoners, their faces unseen, began their meal.

While waiting, Ouyang Rong glanced around, observing the long corridor and the faint glow emanating from the rocks above.

If his intuition

Inside the silent water dungeon, everything was as it had been last night.

Eight food boxes containing vegetarian meals were pushed by Ouyang Rong one by one into the eight black water-curtain prison doors, from “Gui” to “Bing.”

As always, the cell marked “Bing” moved slowest, while the one marked “Ji” moved fastest.

The prisoners, their faces unseen, began their meal.

While waiting, Ouyang Rong glanced around, observing the long corridor and the faint glow emanating from the rocks above.

If his intuition

Among the long list of names Xu Wei heard from Xi Bei, he felt he had caught one that sounded distinctly different.

He smiled, suddenly took Bai Yangge by the hand, and walked out; his rear palace was relatively ordinary, without cliffs or such nonsense—he led Bai Yangge up to a high place, from which Bai Yangge could clearly see the capital city.

Yet Lin Yi acted as if he had heard nothing; his attention was fixed on Xiao Wanping, who had been watching Lin Yi since he entered the room and now turned to Liu Siqi with a questioning look.

“I’m just giving you a heads-up about this matter,” so you’ll be prepared when what comes next happens.

The top of the banner was designed with two hooks resembling dragon’s horns, giving it an imposing air and adding a sharp edge to what had otherwise been lifeless gear.

Do mutated species have tiers like psychics? If one eats the flesh of a stronger mutant, would one’s cultivation base increase more significantly?

Who’s child is Tu Ku Ku? Doesn’t he know? It’s Fu Qi’s—this old bastard just loves to tease others.

“Mr. Feng~” Her slender white arms wrapped around the man’s neck as Jiang Wan smiled.

Lü Yu and Ding Guofeng both loved drinking and would often show up at Zui Long Peak to beg for good liquor, making Ding Guofeng’s heart ache.

He was also curious about how these items were made—were they crafted like elixirs?

Ye Feng suddenly stepped forward, raised his hand again, clenched it into a fist… and the space around the purple-clad youth twisted once more.

Yet… nothing changed. The ring still rested quietly on Hugo’s finger, as if nothing at all had happened.

At some point, the glacier had removed its hat and stood beside Si Qi, its sapphire eyes glowing brilliantly, as if its heart were wildly “excited.”

Below, Wang Zha had been waiting for the third challenge’s question, but long passed without any sign—he wondered what trickery this was.

Wang Zha downed the Er Guo Tou in one gulp, reeking of alcohol, laughing loudly like a drunken fool.

“So, Mrs. Payne, what use does it have once successfully cultivated?” Hugo asked.

Impossible! He couldn’t possibly have seen through me! But why did my heart feel so uneasy? What’s going on?

Their clear figures gradually vanished from the crowd’s sight; all they saw were two black phantoms violently clashing in midair, each impact unleashing a storm of fist shadows accompanied by a thunderous roar that shook heaven and earth.

It was Si Qi’s companion, friend—even brother! To be treated this way by someone so close—how could it still face Si Qi as a brother or continue as a friend?

Myself, Uncle Jiu, and Uncle Zhang—we looked at each other, then all shook our heads, not understanding what Fatty was gesturing at.

Regardless of which, based on Ye Zhuo’s simple judgment, he could conclude it was beyond his current ability to handle; the best choice was to leave and avoid provoking it. Otherwise, staying here might draw their attention at any moment—and that would be a massive trouble.

“Mother, I know a shortcut up the mountain—if we avoid the days when the Sikong family’s herbalists come to gather herbs, they won’t spot us.”