Chapter 94: Magazine Release

Time accelerated once more amid all the clamor and confusion.

The bustle of the outside world and the stability within the campus together formed a special stretch of time.

At school, Fang Xinghe was just classmate Fang Xinghe—the teacher's favorite to call on, the aloof male god his classmates admired yet dared not approach, a student immersed in the ocean of knowledge, both troubled and focused.

Once school was out and he was home, Fang Xinghe became Brother Fang of society again, spending two hours a day on the phone, working out the details with every party involved.

For some people, however, there was none. Death exists for the sake of the next life. And life is but the waiting for a certain moment of death.

Hu Shubao's expression turned hazy and blank; she staggered backward, pounding her forehead again and again with her hand.

And at this moment, in the middle of the street, the only one still alive, Wang Yong, was kneeling on the ground, crawling forward with great difficulty, like a beggar whose legs had been chopped off.

In Qin Yang's memory, Xue Rui had always been the sort who waited for food to come and clothes to be handed to her; now that Xue Rui was cooking in person, Qin Yang grew curious to see what kind of meal she could put together.

Although they had never experienced such things, there was definitely something wrong here. So they gripped even tighter. The standoff dragged on and on, and those strange people grew even more furious, their strength seeming to suddenly multiply several times over, forcibly dragging their own relatives and family members toward the woods on either side of the road.

"Sister, you're up? How are you feeling?" Luo'er asked with concern. With father and mother gone, he had to take good care of his sister.

Of course, in this process there was no shortage of danger. Some powerful ghosts did notice the anomaly, but under my attacks they all became wandering souls within the Wheel-Turning Mirror, becoming its nourishment.

Monk Baoqi suddenly gave a low shout; Buddhist light bloomed from his body, and the divine pure willow branch in his hand swept out, scattering a swath of pure divine radiance.

Setting all that aside, Tang Yun's "connections" were quite broad as well—now it was the Fourth Battalion, now Qiu Xingyu, now the Hero's Son, now Shadow Nightmare.

Just as I was silently puzzling over it, my brows drawing together, suddenly a sound came from far to near. I froze for a moment, and my face instantly turned ugly. Someone was approaching. And a great many of them, at that. From the sound of it, at least seven or eight.

The military camp was in total chaos; no one noticed Yi Fan and his group slipping away north, and they escaped with ease.

"Ghost! There's a ghost!" Unable to open the door, Old Mu En and Shopkeeper Zhang ran about in panic, but no matter where they fled, it was as if some unseen hand kept pushing them back to where they started.

Plenty of demons couldn't stand that slack, unambitious look of hers, but the ending was almost always the same—before they left, she'd give them a merciless beating.

After Gu Zheng had heard all this, he sighed at the difference between the two-dimensional world and the three-dimensional one.

The fishermen beside them weren't idle either; under their direction, they used extra-long harpoons to harass the pirates on the other sail-rafts who hadn't yet managed to pull back.

"Tell me in detail about the situation of the great war between the two clans you just mentioned." Seeing this fellow's deference, Ning Yitian immediately understood the reason and dropped the pleasantries. If he had asked politely, the two might not have spoken; a bit of firmness wasn't a bad thing.

"No, Miss Yu Xue, please don't misunderstand—my sister treats me very well, she's just rather strict." Shen Qin said, but the grievance in her eyes could not be concealed.

Bitter Melon took the lead and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Uncle Cheng is mighty!" The members of the assault team all cheered loudly, and the general's residence was filled with great excitement.

Wei Chi hurried to offer flattery, only to receive a blank stare from His Majesty Li Er. Seeing that His Majesty Li Er had spoken thus as well, Fu Renjun had no choice but to drop it and withdrew.

Kolo caught her hint, and hearing those words, immediately felt he understood Suza's meaning, so he said no more, merely nodding along in agreement.