Chapter 164: I Think I Broke the Dungeon Again?

After Yunze and the Collector sat down.

Wu Wang took a map from the nun's hands.

It recorded the exact locations of the remaining six people.

After all, this was the nun's domain.

She could clearly sense the precise positions of all foreign energies in the town.

When Wu Wang first learned of this.

He couldn't help but feel relieved for these players.

If he hadn't taken care of the nun, they would have…

Su Wushuang nodded, then turned away and walked over to the director, raising his eyes to see Su Zhenming's distracted, furious expression.

The news was widely shared and instantly topped the headlines, even pushing down topics about Xiao Yichen and Ye Moxing—another historic feat in entertainment circles.

She never told him when Chen Manli arrived in San Francisco. He certainly didn't know she never remarried—she simply died of tuberculosis.

He examined the property certificate inside and out, front and back, multiple times—it was definitely not a forgery, and the owner's name was indeed Zeng Yeming.

Mark helped carry her luggage down and volunteered to ring the reception room doorbell, summoning the receptionist Lucy Zhou.

She stood frozen in place for a long while, suddenly recalling a line from an old movie: "All splendor becomes a silhouette."

The boss gripped his hand as he tried to swap equipment, his rough fingers forcing their way into the boy's soft, curly hair at the back of his head, leaning down to force his head up.

She had been in unbearable pain and unable to open her eyes, so she hadn't noticed any external movement—but now, hearing Su Heng say that, she felt guilty and uneasy. Had he really seen it?

Though all kinds of strange weather occurred, everyone was somber, alcohol couldn't be drunk excessively, and the Ice Guards' quality was no joke.

Several hundred meters away, Mr. W, wrapped head to toe in tattered linen, sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes glowing gold, deaf to it all.

When it came to the final pair, Qiu Hua racked his brain but could not find a satisfactory answer, and he fell into deep thought.

"Haha, if I weren't strong, I never would've found you in this vast sea of people," Blue Sky said to Iri.

The Octopus Monster chuckled: "You dare call yourself boss? If my spells weren't slower, how could you have taken over?"

Niu Dan's face was covered with several deep and shallow wounds, some still oozing blood—terrifying to behold.

Mao Xian suddenly grew serious: "First, you must swear not to leak today's words. Second, you must be sincere, free of selfish desires, and truthful—do you understand?" The two before him nodded silently.

"Which one? The child of Brother Ma? I've never seen you before." Could he be an illegitimate son?

Of course she wouldn't bet everything on the auction house—she simply refused to let slip even the slightest chance of goodwill.

The surrounding flowers bloomed in response to his mood, butterflies fluttered and danced, settling upon the petals—life teemed everywhere.

"Auntie Ma, aren't we waiting for Master Zhen?" Grandma Jiang still seemed preoccupied with the "one more player needed" problem.

Ye Mingjing felt displeased but knew he spoke the truth. He closed his eyes, then opened them: "Then let's just leave it unspoken." He turned and walked toward the private room.

Thinking of this, he sighed helplessly and reached out to change the towel on her forehead—when footsteps sounded outside. Mo Ji immediately went to open the door and ushered in the physician.

But at that moment, Lu Ming noticed that, a kilometer ahead, a massive tree, as thick as a hundred meters, its bark like armor, stretched all the way into the clouds.

But in truth, thousands of years have passed, and except for extremists, most people have long forgotten these conflicts.