Chapter 137

“Alas, at midnight he leans forward in vain, not asking about the people, but about ghosts and spirits.” After hearing it, Lin Ran could think of nothing but this poem.

He thought Nixon had summoned him to find out if Kennedy had any dirt.

But the man asked a question of such grand scale.

I don’t even know your current situation—how could I know what you should do?

“The media dislikes me because I hinted in my Cheeks speech that the media is unfair.”

I propped myself up on my elbow, resting on the kang’s edge, listening closely—the door to the next room opened, followed immediately by footsteps.

Finally, Mary voiced the question Chen Xingyu cared about most: the whereabouts of Inoue Mai and the list of fighters kidnapped by the Otokogumi organization.

Mei Ling, who had been helping in the kitchen, had been eavesdropping on my conversation with Tang Haoran; now that Tang Haoran had finally brought it up, she beamed.

Purple lightning rapidly crawled across the entire body of the Abyss Worm, causing it to arch its head in agony—but not a single scream escaped it.

Roger’s unit had been advancing continuously in a formation ready to repel any enemy attack.

Xue Sangui suddenly snapped out of his frenzied state. He blinked, thinking: It had come to this—he had no choice but to rely on this as his backing. Even if he escaped later, he couldn’t stay in Haiwang City. Better to wander the world—if he still had his strength, where couldn’t he build something?

“Command, we’re relocating north of the city. A large group of Baji Quan disciples are chasing us—we can’t shake them off in the short term.” As he spoke, he feigned heavy breathing; his dedication made Su Ke suppress a smile.

Fang Pingying believed that no matter what, nothing could be hidden forever—it would eventually come to light, like the child in Xu He’s womb.

Li Tianqi was kicked by Xiao Xiuluo, his eyes fluttering open slightly before closing again. He fell onto a pile of dry grass and groaned. Xiao Xiuluo watched the treetop warily; the trap had triggered, shedding green leaves and revealing a dark, mechanical device adorned with several modified crossbows.

Sakura sniffled as she spoke: When she married into the Fujii household, she had known the servant—Yaji. Because Hongyan doted on Lu Ling and rarely visited her, Yaji often came to bring her things and talk. Over time, they fell into secret affection.

At that moment, Li Youyou’s face was streaked with tears, the soft jade had fallen to the ground, her eyes lifeless as a corpse’s, and she spoke in a hoarse voice.

“Dā dā dā…” Bullets rained down from the sky, ending the enemy’s worries, anxieties, and hesitations—but not their will to retreat.

The fat man said: “I don’t know that. What happened after isn’t my concern.” His stomach began to ache again, and sweat once more broke out on his face.

The next day, Zhang Shaodong dressed meticulously, borrowed Zhang Yaozu’s car, and followed Zhang Donghai’s vehicle out of Zhangjia Village.

“That’s why it’s called a monster! Commander, order the attack! Send guards to every fishing ground—these are Japan’s fishing grounds, vital to our people’s livelihood. If the monsters eat them all, what will Japanese people eat this year?” said a soldier wearing glasses.

But one must admit: sometimes, killing cannot solve things. These earth immortals were all from the Five Great Clans and the Four Vassal Kings. Mo Fan still needed their consent. If he killed them all, the situation would only grow worse.

Now that the two spirit beasts were captured and he himself was surrounded, if he didn’t find a way to escape, death was inevitable.