Chapter 92: Did This Movie Scare People to Death? (Third Update)

9:25 a.m.

At the entrance to [Feihe Cinema], the crowd was still overwhelming.

Everyone stared intently at the premiere hall of [Lin Daiyu vs. Lu Zhishen].

The premiere had ended.

At the entrance…

A few people emerged one by one.

“How was it?”

“Yeah, how was this movie? Really that scary?”

“Tell us, how was this movie? Are you okay?”

Tian Zaibiao, though obeying Li Xiaogong’s final orders and heading north to join Li Shiji’s forces, had long harbored resentment over Li Shiji’s desertion on the battlefield, believing Li Shiji bore much of the blame for Li Xiaogong’s death. Thus, he resented Li Shiji’s commands and often challenged them.

Emboldened by each other, the other knights rushed to chop up the corpses. After roasting them over the fire, once they stopped vomiting, each knight happily gnawed away.

He then asked again: Suppose your wife and another man’s wife both fell into the water at the same time—which one would you save?

Han Song was an inspector; coupled with his sudden summons here, Zhang Can narrowed his eyes—he seemed to understand something.

“What’s so exciting about this?” Just as everyone was enthusiastic, a voice suddenly spoke, dousing them like a bucket of cold water.

“Boom!” Thunder crashed down, striking Lu Guan at the valley’s bottom. Seated on cold iron, Lu Guan remained unmoved; when the thunder struck him, it vanished into his body as if devoured entirely.

On either side of Wang Meina stood two men dressed in garish styles—one holding a guitar, the other a bass. Behind her were two seats: one occupied by a bearded old man with a high-end double-keyboard electronic organ before him; the other seat was empty, with a drum kit set up in front.

Perhaps truly furious at his lack of resolve, the emaciated elder began coughing again and quickly lifted a cup of wine to soothe himself.

Between [Aoxue Estate] and the highway entrance lay a stretch of pitch-black road, devoid of streetlights—whether due to the estate’s recent occupancy or other reasons, many facilities were subpar.

The overwhelming power of the [Misha Kingdom] instilled fear in the mages of [Harvey Island], causing them to refuse Duke Ak’s conscription orders.

Wen Ya felt my pulse, sighed in relief, infused green magic into my chest, and gently laid me beneath the tree.

Especially Mr. Li’s resources in overseas branches were highly conspicuous in [Huaxia], but over time, he grew fickle—his curiosity was intense. What exactly did he want to know about the things Mr. Li had been doing behind his back?

“So your meaning is… those mysterious entities we’ve seen are actually individual realms? And this situation before us… is a sign of realm descent?” Zi Huang’s violet eyes widened, his expression grave.

“It’s Hui Zi—he told us to teach you a lesson. Don’t fight, we said, we said.” The two quickly begged for mercy.

Ghost Lame and Huang Hun simultaneously channeled their spiritual power, activating the sealing array. At that moment, the dead infant’s face twisted grotesquely, its mouth opening like a demon’s, rapidly sucking in the array’s xuan energy and vast quantities of human and ghostly soul force.

As for the few remaining blood-armored soldiers, they were troops of the [Blood Slaughter Dynasty], and the massive city they now occupied was none other than the Blood Slaughter Emperor’s capital—[Blood Slaughter Heaven City].

With that, Death Scythe spat out a wisp of black mist that struck Li Haoran’s face. He had no chance to resist—his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed lifelessly to the ground.

“Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!” As the thunderous artillery blasts erupted in the core defense zone of [Haifeng Village], every soldier of the Nationalist Army shared the same thought: the inevitable had come. Amidst the urgent, piercing bugle calls of the Northeastern Army, a powerful voice thundered in the ears of the Nationalist soldiers.