Chapter 107

"Zhu Ge Yue? That crazy woman is coming to Mingyang City?"

Xie Zhi was still pacing nonstop at headquarters.

He hoped Yan Shuangying would bring him good news.

Bei Lang lay inside the Incident Bureau’s treatment pod, ready for immediate medical intervention if anything went wrong.

Although cases of players being revived in the real world after dying in a dungeon were vanishingly rare.

But there had been precedents.

For instance, when a player suffered no fatal injuries, merely because

She’d felt a low-grade fever these past few days, and even now her head felt heavy and her legs weak, her body utterly miserable.

Just seconds later, the beetles that had burrowed into the beast’s body scrambled out in disarray, pattering down like raindrops.

As for the outcome of this battle, he already had his judgment—Lin Feng had been on the defensive the whole time, and he showed no signs of exhaustion, meaning his energy was still abundant.

But convincing Old Lady Ding that the gods of this world would not protect her was like shattering the very foundation of her life’s beliefs.

Han Yun was startled, for she saw someone who should never have been here.

From his posture, the black-robed man clearly harbored hostility toward Lin Xuan—even unhidden murderous intent.

A figure approached from ahead, tall and straight, his face covered, yet clearly young.

Back in the office, Zhang Yu flipped through several patient files and happened upon the one from that day—the unconscious patient who had been examined alongside Qian Shaodong. Seeing the file, Zhang Yu pulled it out curiously to read.

Guangxian executive Gu Zhenhua, who had been leaning against a load-bearing pillar, suddenly lurched and crashed to the floor with a thud.

The centipede was half a meter long, as thick as a baby’s arm, its entire body golden, its carapace gleaming with metallic luster, its thousands of legs on either side densely packed like razor-sharp blades, flashing chilling, heart-stopping light.

Yet even in this dire predicament, every face remained calm and cold, showing no fear or retreat—as if nothing could unsettle them, their sole belief being relentless combat to eliminate the enemy.

"Damn it, bastard!" Huang Se sneered. Then he picked up the menu and walked toward the bell.

Ji Tiejun took a deep drag from his cigarette, pointed at the police car down the road, and gestured with a bow. "Let’s go. The detention center saved you a nice cell."

"Zeng!" Nan Wuji lunged straight for Ge Hong’s midsection—he aimed for the centerline! His single hand shot like a lethal hook, as if determined to rip out Ge Hong’s lungs in one motion.

His gaze shifted again, Chen Xiao spotted a group of men in black clothing; when he saw them, his eyebrows lifted slightly.

In that fleeting moment of inattention, Mu Bai’s eyes widened as Guan Qing—who had been charging toward him—vanished, then suddenly reappeared right before him. "Boom!" Guan Qing’s long leg lashed out, striking Mu Bai’s upper torso; the powerful wind pressure from the kick sent Mu Bai’s silver-white hair whipping wildly behind him.

In other words, if the Ox Head truly wanted to strike, it wouldn’t need any traps—it could just attack directly, since none of these people appeared to have cultivation higher than its own. So why play dirty?

"You beggar, do you want to die!" the Ma family servant driving the carriage spat, seeing Jiang Han still blocking the road. He whipped the air with a loud whoosh, preparing to strike Jiang Han.

"Thank—" Hua Min’s thanks were cut short as Qing Lan shot her a contemptuous glance—clearly meaning, you can’t even beat this trash?—then turned to help Hong Yueru.

Twenty-five years ago today was when we first met. And twenty years ago today was when we were forever parted.

The light orb trembled, then darted straight into Lin Feng’s arms, rubbing against him fiercely. So this was what legend called paternal love! For the first time ever, someone had thought of it this way—even though it had been born less than ten minutes ago.