Chapter 152: The Wisdom of the High Priest

Chen Ye brought Feng Huaiyu back to the square, but they returned somewhat too late.

The chieftains of all the tribes had already left the golden tent and were gathered before the bone pillar.

Chen Ye was the last to arrive; Qiqige Sang was already growing anxious.

Seeing Chen Ye return with a stranger from the Central Plains, Qiqige Sang had no time for detailed questions—he urgently told Chen Ye: "Lord, quick, we must enter the Ancestral Spirit Hall; if you're any later, we'll—"

His son is so intelligent. He shouldn't be fooled by such words into doing something so foolish, should he?

"Everyone relax—we're just chatting casually," Zhang Jialiang said with a smile. Yet despite his words, the county officials, remembering Zhang Jialiang was a Provincial Standing Committee member, dared not truly loosen up, fearing a misstep might harm their careers.

Huang Nan walked in, cast a glance at Zhang Jialiang, smiled, and nodded to him; his smile carried a distinct warmth.

Wu Yue downed the red wine in one gulp, gestured with his hand, and the spirit-thread filaments wrapped around the two knives embedded in the ceiling and doorframe, pulling them back into his palm.

Blood rain, reeking of decay, fell from the sky—it was the blood of the giant zombie. Unlike ordinary zombies, this viral host could feel pain; when its palm was blown off, the giant zombie let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Cao Sheng, like Cao Cao, possessed an innate, natural charisma that inspired trust, always leaving Duan Jiong sighing in regret.

But one misstep led to endless errors! Already weaker than his opponent, he was now forced into absolute disadvantage—in an instant, Wu Yue's disadvantage became infinite.

In the original, More Wood Jianba was like a blind cat stumbling upon a dead rat; after a long battle with Gremy, he accidentally lowered the latter's intelligence to his own level, then defeated him by brute strength, causing Gremy to explode.

She wasn't used to that era—few people openly spoke of love, let alone boldly talked about "challenges" and swore to steal a man for themselves.

Tai Xuan shifted his form, instantly appearing before Kunshan, flicked his sleeve, and swept the still-dazed Kunshan into it.

Shang Qi had planned well, but Zhong Nanshan planned even deeper—he feared everything might not unfold as the two had expected.

"Listen up!" A demon general with a leopard's head, ringed eyes, and protruding fangs stepped forward and loudly proclaimed the latest order from Hongni's demonic king's spirit: "Whoever captures these two shall receive a great reward!"

Ye Ji didn't even want to resist—he just watched as Liu Xin's fingers slightly curled, then his body was suddenly constricted by something…

No sooner had Bastur finished speaking than the obscure, ancient incantation sounded again, the strange tones emanating from the Flame Lord echoing across the entire Great Marsh.

Before Yun Hao, Zhao Ya lived utterly without dignity—but for Zhao Ya, she cherished this state, after all, Yun Hao doted on her, didn't he?

After leaving Ye Ji's dormitory, Jiang Yuyan felt relatively cheerful; though he hadn't formed a partnership with Ye Ji, he had at least successfully exchanged for his own mirror, and as for Ye Ji, he naturally had his own method to make the latter submit.

"What happened?" Wang Luojia, seeing her disciple in such a disheveled state, sensed something bad had occurred. She stepped forward and asked first.

Unfortunately, where could Huangfu Changming now find such a pill for Huangfu Qi? Even if he fully activated the Xingtian Boat to race back to Dahuang City, it would be too late.

"Fine, fine, fine! Ling Yin, you protect him—I give up! I give up!" Zuo Bufan, furious and unwilling, stormed off.