Chapter 131: 130 Someone Is Carrying a Sedan Chair—Get In Quickly

130 Someone is carrying a sedan chair—get in quickly

"Old Wang, have you seen the data I sent you?" Shi Guangrong asked, sipping on this year's newly released Longjing tea.

A Mandarin accent with Wu dialect immediately came through the speaker:

"I've seen it. If your investigation is accurate, we can make a fortune on the cotton market!"

"The investigation is flawless—trust my judgment," Shi Guangrong said with full confidence.

"Of course I trust you. Two years ago, when we hyped up orchids,

Gao Yang once tried to raise a rebellion, but Bo Nu crushed him with a single glance.

The brother I trusted most fell in love with my wife—and my wife knew about it all along?

Based on Wang Tianbao's professional experience, this was a probing attack; the enemy lost no personnel, so after this strike, a large-scale assault is likely. Chen Luo must prepare thoroughly in advance—increase manpower, nip it in the bud.

"Something is following beneath the boat—likely a ghost corpse from the Ghost Sea…" said the Yellow River God slowly.

After "Elena" spoke those words, Ye Yang felt like a condemned prisoner finally released—his entire being relaxed. Facing "Elena" now, he was no longer as panicked as before.

Ye Feng was deeply frustrated and dared not slack off for a moment—this palm's power was far stronger than the last; he felt he couldn't possibly block it.

He pulled out his phone, the first person he thought of was Senior Sister—he called her, but as always, she didn't answer, so he sent a text instead.

Mo Sha reached out, gripping Ye Yang's throat; the black fluid coiled around Ye Yang instantly sank back into the ground.

The screen shattered piece by piece; the thunder pearl above let out a mournful cry, as if completing its task, then exploded into nothingness.

Thus, to successfully capture the lake demon, they nearly exhausted their reserves, digging out a bottom-tier talisman left by their ancestral master. After months of lying in wait, they finally seized it the moment it surfaced again, using the talisman to control it.

"Look at your friend Yu Lei—what has love brought him? Pain, humiliation, stealing the love that should have been his!" The cruel voice tore through Na'er's ravaged soul.

"I've become like this myself—what else could possibly surprise me now?" Fatty shrugged.

Han Xiuli curled her lips in a sneer—such a swift surrender of the metal suggested further value could still be squeezed out.

"Li Mufeng, kill me and you'll die a miserable death!" the Holy Son still struggled wildly.

Wan Zhanliang stared coldly at the man speaking—on one of his fingers was a metal finger guard, still dripping blood; the man lay on the ground, clutching his neck.

But absorbed in his food, he didn't notice danger slowly drawing near.

"Wait and see, Ye Wushuang—I'll make your fox tail show itself!" Ye Xiaoyan said, then dragged Han Qianye away in frustration.

"Hey, White Fat, I forgot to tell you—almost everyone who fought Lu Li is dead, only the one I mentioned is still alive," Li Hui said to Wang Xiaotian.

In Li'an City, after a busy morning, Zhang Fei sat resting in the hall of a villa—it had been thoroughly cleaned and was located in the city center, so it had become Zhang Fei's current residence.

Every three minutes or so, a group of Yicheng residents returned from outside the city, each carrying the corpses of fire-rock lizards, rejoicing like primitive hunters as they headed toward the town's western side.

"Hah! Forgot to tell you— to possess someone, you must defeat their leader—that guy chasing you right now," Mu Ye laughed.