Chapter 124: 【Lu Sisi's Change】 (7,400 characters)

Chen Yan returned to the third floor of that rundown little building that looked like a haunted house, then began carefully tidying up the wreckage at the scene.

Zhong Hongliang had already turned into a mummified corpse, his flesh and blood dried up, the whole person looking like a dehydrated mummy, lying on the ground like a piece of wind-dried tree branch, looking as if a light pinch would crumble it to pieces.

Chen Yan only stared at this Zhong Hongliang for a few glances before looking away.

What was even more incredible was that, under the high internal temperature, the fatty's body's circulatory and immune systems seemed to have stalled, and his metabolism had become extremely slow.

Shen Wan's gaze sharpened; she spun around and struck out with a palm. The palm wind was fierce, but the newcomer easily neutralized it, and with a guiding pull, she tumbled into an embrace that was uncomfortably lumpy but warm.

At the same time, Dongfang Bubai spun like lightning, snapping Xiang Wentian's long whip and dodging Ren Woxing's long sword.

And what he had said before, about the three great families controlling Shenhua Investment — wasn't that also true?

"Got it, then I'm off! I'm sure you can find your way out on your own, keep it up!" Shi Nan didn't forget to make an encouraging fist gesture.

Su Luoluo naturally noticed Shen Yue'e's glance over and glared fiercely at her.

"What's going on?" Tang Xin's voice cracked; she rushed over and yanked Liu Yu aside in one pull.

"You think hiding here and there like a rat will let you slip through?" A thug who looked like a ringleader walked over and lifted his leg to kick Liu Yishou's backside.

Lin Pingzhi nodded; he hadn't expected things to go so smoothly for them, nor that Chen Qingxiao's life as a spy had endured so much.

Ever since Ning Yunyao made up her mind to enter the palace for the selection, she couldn't bring herself to look at any other man.

"Meng, what happened?" the man on the far left asked anxiously, his eyes full of tender pity; it wasn't hard to see that this man must harbor some feelings of admiration for 'Meng.'

Hearing the two words that came from Lu You's mouth, Mu Yucheng couldn't help her delicate frame tremble; she abruptly raised her head to look at Lu You, and a pair of beautiful eyes softened.

The incomparably shrewd Snake King lay on the sofa, calculating meticulously with full confidence, his face seemingly written all over with cunning tricks.

This time, having obtained such a large Taisui, he got excited and thrilled at the mere mention of it, because this thing was truly too hard to find — only slightly inferior to the Dragon Blood Flower he had encountered in the lake.

At this moment, although he could still laugh heartily, his completely disfigured appearance was still extremely wretched.

In their eyes, anyone who could call Qingchen 'brother' and even enter Hua Ying's territory must have an extremely close relationship with Qingshan.

In the middle of the ground, a battered three-wheeled cart had been flipped over; the steamer baskets on the cart had been smashed to smithereens, and beside it a deep-frying oil-stick pot lay overturned on the ground, with sizzling hot oil all around.

But he hadn't expected that Meng Qi had no obligation to save him, nor had he figured out his current predicament. After this incident, he should have learned one principle: in the apocalypse, only by surviving on your own do you have the ability to consider the life or death of others.

"Looks like we've run into something unclean." Lan Lan's calm voice rose from behind the two of them.

As the monster coalition retreated step by step, the Mammoth, carrying an unmatched momentum, let out a heaven-shaking, terrifying droning sound as it arrived at the battlefield.

Ye Xu watched and couldn't help being shocked. From slash to thrust to dragging cut, throughout this whole series of moves, Feng Ye never employed any sword technique with added effects, nor any superfluous motion — purely the most basic sword-strike attacks.

After Jiang Lin finished listening to Brother Yi and the others, he gave a cold laugh along with them, chuckled a couple of "hehe"s, then stretched out his hand; following those big fellows to our side, he directly reached out and started yanking us by our collars.