Chapter 203: Evil God

Seeing something rushing at him, Shen Siyuan reached out and grabbed it outright.

"Hehe~, sweet potato pot pot… you… you…"

Dou Dou had been smiling happily at first, but when she saw her surroundings, she froze like a sloth, clutching Shen Siyuan's arm tightly, trembling all over, nearly peeing herself from fear.

Yet Shen Siyuan's expression was extremely serious.

Because Dou Dou could appear here, it meant the Netherworld was not another…

Qin Ming had merely been puzzled: Tang Jianguo's department and his own were tens of thousands of miles apart within Helen—how could he keep running into people from that department today?

Song Yuan silently cursed the bastard for cutting them to the bone and still demanding a free gift—he'd planned to wait until after payment to say the lowest floor price meant no bonus, but now he couldn't speak up, afraid the deal might fall through.

After reaching the peak, one can already harness the power of heaven and earth; moreover, his strength, even without the boost of the firewood lamp, was already half-step perfected—expelling evil with a talisman was child's play.

Cheng Xin felt uneasy after hearing Huang Shang's words; she knew Cheng Gang must have seen her achievements in Helen and only then remembered to start the record department—she'd originally intended to reject Cheng Gang this way.

Of course, this might also relate to the Nether River's unique environment, plus his repeated depletion of cultivation, nearly reaching the point of exhaustion; he had survived solely through sheer willpower, effectively unlocking his potential, so his progress was understandable.

Qi Hao's so-called treatment method was obviously nonsense, but in this other world, such a bone inflammation did indeed exist.

Liu Dingtian had already scanned the surroundings—he felt it was eerily similar to the volcanic cave deep in Black Tiger Mountain: equally hot, where he'd once obtained the Swimming Dragon Flame Fruit and saved his life, while subduing the Fire Dragon's lingering soul and beginning his true cultivation journey.

Zet no longer wanted to deal with him, turning instead to Yilona—only to find Yilona staring right at him.

"What's wrong?" Qin Ming asked Huang Shang first; he knew Huang Shang wouldn't call him lightly unless something urgent had happened.

In just one minute, the old man collapsed into a coma; upon waking, he couldn't recall anything from the past month, and random memories from before that vanished too—for instance, he might know who his son was, but forget his own name—so while his body remained intact, he was effectively useless.

She answered Shen Mingkai's call, then deleted the call log from his phone; Shen Mingkai had said as much—no wonder Xin Xing had been acting strange lately, the trigger was right here.

But he realized he couldn't say it—he didn't know that Shi Ling was at that moment marveling at his own body.

Guanyin was satisfied; the Immortal Sovereign hadn't shown anger in his response, clearly, he cared little about Tang Sanzang's affairs.

Qi Jin couldn't help but be moved—the annual salary had merely surprised him, but this sentence truly stirred him.

Even though he had guessed the truth and knew he would die today, his aura showed not the slightest weakening.

Seeing He Xing's hesitant expression and her slightly serious demeanor, Shen Mingkai concluded she knew exactly why he'd hung that painting on the corridor.

Some flickered like fleeting reflections, vanishing in an instant. Others lingered long, deceiving the senses, mimicking reality.

The Dusk Guards' strength rivaled, even slightly surpassed, that of the Earth Golems; even the front-line twenty-five Dusk Guards, each wielding a single shield, blocked this volley of hand-axes—the shield wall held firm, and not a single warrior was injured.

As soon as she stepped into the ward, Ran Ran couldn't hold back her tears, overwhelmed with self-blame and remorse, leaving Mingyue utterly helpless.