Chapter 124: [The Transformation of Lu Sisi] (7400 characters)

Chen Yan returned to the third floor of the shabby little building that looked like a haunted house, then began carefully cleaning up the wreckage.

Zhong Hongliang had turned into a mummy, his flesh and blood dried up, his body resembling a desiccated corpse, lying on the ground like a weathered tree branch that would shatter at the slightest touch.

Chen Yan glanced at Zhong Hongliang for only a few moments before looking away.

More astonishingly, under the extreme internal heat, the fat man’s circulatory and immune systems had seemingly ceased functioning, and his metabolism had slowed to an almost imperceptible pace.

Shen Wan’s gaze sharpened, she spun around and struck with a palm—its force was fierce—but the attacker effortlessly neutralized it, pulling her gently into a warm yet uncomfortably hard embrace.

Meanwhile, Dongfang Bubai moved like lightning, snapping Xiang Wentian’s long whip and dodging Ren Woxing’s sword.

And wasn’t what he’d said before—that Shen Hua Investment controlled the three great families—also true?

“Got it, then I’m off!” Shi Nan still made a fist-pumping gesture of encouragement.

Su Luoluo naturally noticed Shen Yue’e’s gaze and shot her a furious glare.

“What’s going on?” Tang Xin’s voice cracked as she rushed over and yanked Liu Yu away.

“You think hiding like a rat will let you slip away?” A thug boss walked over and kicked Liu Yishou in the buttocks.

Lin Pingzhi nodded, surprised by how smoothly things had gone—and also by how much Chen Qingxiao had endured during his espionage career.

Since Ning Yunyao had decided to enter the imperial harem selection, she had found no other man worthy of her attention.

“Meng, what happened?” The man on the far left asked anxiously, his eyes filled with pity—clearly, this man harbored some affection for “Meng.”

Upon hearing those two words from Lu You, Mu Yucheng trembled involuntarily, snapping her head up to stare at him, her beautiful eyes softening.

The supremely shrewd Snake King lay on the sofa, confidently calculating his moves, his face brimming with cunning schemes.

This time he had obtained such a massive Tai Sui, and just thinking about it filled him with excitement—it was simply too hard to find, only slightly rarer than the Dragon’s Blood Flower he’d encountered in the lake.

Though he could still laugh heartily now, his disfigured appearance was still terribly gruesome.

In their eyes, anyone who could call Qing Chen brother and even enter Hua Ying’s territory must have an extremely close relationship with Qing Shan.

In the center of the scene lay an overturned tricycle, its basket smashed to pieces; beside it, a deep-frying pot lay upside down, surrounded by sizzling hot oil.

But he hadn’t realized Meng Qi had no obligation to save him, nor had he understood his own situation—after this incident, he should have learned one truth: in the apocalypse, only if you survive can you even consider others’ fates.

“Looks like we’ve run into something unclean,” Lan Lan’s calm voice sounded behind them.

As the monster alliance retreated step by step, the mammoth arrived at the battlefield with unmatched might, emitting a deafening, terrifying hum.

Ye Xuan watched closely, stunned—this sequence of slashing, thrusting, and dragging had been executed by Feng Ye without a single enhanced sword technique or superfluous motion, relying purely on the most basic sword strikes.

Jiang Lin listened to Yi Ge and the others, then gave a cold laugh, chuckled softly, extended his hand, and followed the big men over to our side, immediately grabbing us by the collars.