Chapter 66

After a low, chilling monologue.

The lights on the screen began to dim gradually.

Film critic Liu Jia Sheng sat in his chair, silently watching the screen, recording every detail of this film, “The Stranger: Reboot.”

In 2003, as the internet gradually developed, the number of netizens surged.

Liu Jia Sheng keenly realized that traditional print media was fading fast and would eventually be replaced by ever-evolving digital platforms.

No one understood why John had changed like this, so the moment he was subdued, several officers stepped forward to examine him, trying to find out why he had become this way.

“But if not the Ghost Soldiers, who else could have killed them inside this sealed space?” Zhang Liang asked Ying Zheng in confusion.

“Useful? Tan Chuyan was useless—I still got hurt! It’s all his fault!” Yan Li had just reached the door when a flicker of light appeared in the room.

But she noticed the problem: once, when she was drunk, she kissed him, touched him for so long, yet he showed no reaction at all.

Tan Chuyan entered the bathroom; Yan Li leaned against the wall, her face flushed, eyes closed, as if asleep.

“I am Ying Zheng. You are Yan Ling Er—your name isn’t because you can produce fire, is it?” Ying Zheng said.

Han Lin’s body swayed in the downpour; his hand loosened, and the entire bouquet of roses scattered onto the ground. The rain pounded the roses, turning them into scattered petals, blanketing the earth.

From Louis’s perspective, the planet was entirely earthy yellow, as if entirely covered in desert—on the surface, it held no value, and anyone passing by would never imagine that within this seemingly barren, worthless planet lay the treasure of the high-level Moni aliens.

“Thank you for helping me tonight, but… our past isn’t finished! Don’t push your luck!” She turned her head toward the window, clutching the brooch tightly.

Qi Huan glanced at Han Lin, frowned slightly, and said nothing. Most stunned, however, were Wang Shen and Liang Zichen. Wang Shen and Liang Zichen exchanged glances; then Liang Zichen’s gaze swept over Han Lin, lingering for a long while on Qi Huan.

As host, Gu Jin Ning spoke little herself, but Cheng Shuyao never stopped talking, and Wei Lan was perceptive enough to offer timely praise—gradually, even the quiet Dou Jingjing and Li Dairuo found themselves joining in occasionally.

The cultivators hiding nearby, lusting after the Super Flame Essence, were startled inwardly and all retreated far away.

“I heard Zhong Xian has been following her… could they… be together?” Mo Jun asked nervously.

He was just like that—always seeming arrogant and self-absorbed, but whenever someone praised him to his face, he blushed and felt embarrassed.

He had already explained the situation to Li Lin and the others; they and his father directly led Fang Dazhi and the group through the jungle, heading straight for the other side, where Fang Dazhi had once discovered energy fruits.

“Have you considered the consequences of doing this?” Sun Yong knew today’s battle was inevitable, but he still wanted to clarify.

A light touch causes minor injury; a solid hit to vital areas causes serious injury; direct strikes to lethal points are instantly fatal—far more effective than Su Su’s bow.

Bai Li Xi half-raised herself from his arms, still not fully away, when Gong Wuyuan hadn’t yet reached out to pull her back—her phone rang again.

Bai Li Xi’s heart was numb, yet her face showed surprise, even a falsely tender, considerate tone.

Conversely, if Huainan now halts its northward advance, with Li Cunxu holding him back, Zhu Quanzhong will find it hard to interfere with Huainan’s unification of the south.

Yet the two powerful forces binding his two mud-body halves were overwhelmingly strong, tightly constricting him—he tried to self-explode, but could not.