Chapter 198: The Opera God

"Why must it be me?"

Wu Wang spoke with great reluctance.

This troupe leader's secrets seem to have grown far too numerous.

That he could die and return to life, control ghost shadows, and know this mysterious human sacrifice ritual—fine.

But most crucially, Wu Wang clearly remembered—

The Zombie Prince called him "Brother Ji!"

A mere opera troupe leader, yet addressed as an equal by a prince who guards the frontier and fights on battlefields?

Bill Gates, Fatty, Sheikh S, Serenah, and others sighed as they stepped off the yacht onto the island, feeling a pang of sorrow for Li Shang's early death.

Wu Changtian bit hard into the steamed bun in his hand, chewing loudly, as if the so-called delicacy meant nothing to him. In his view, fine wine and gourmet food were nothing compared to food that actually filled the belly.

"Sister Xiao, slow down!" Zhu Guier held up her skirt just to keep pace with Xiao Meiniang.

Yun Xiao's mouth hung open wide enough to fit two eggs—he was beginning to think that the Grand Priest had grown corrupt and erratic from spending too much time with her? Or perhaps he'd always been erratic, and it was he who had twisted her, a woman with solid morals, off course?

"My phone…" Ye Feiyang knew bending down to pick it up was extremely dangerous; she could only desperately shield it from being trampled.

Deep down, she knew she was dreaming—but this dream was a true memory from her past life.

The monkey channelled his Qi into his palms and gently stroked the child's injured spot; wherever his hands touched, the pain vanished instantly. The child finally stopped crying.

He Manting slowly opened her beautiful eyes, dazed and groggy, to find the man who had been fighting over the restroom standing before her—and felt a pair of hands gripping her waist. Enraged, she slapped him hard across the face.

Moreover, judging from that ethereal voice, danger was coming unexpectedly; having extra precautions was always better. Even if you couldn't be the player, at least be a strong pawn—don't die without knowing why.

Yuan Qing's handsome face turned dark and grim, as if Yun Xiao were a lecherous wolf and he had been kidnapped as the bandit chief's bride.

Fang—he raised his axe and struck a fireball; the instant the axe met the fireball—

Relations between Wei and Montiches were now utterly hostile; when the two groups met face-to-face, they immediately opened fire, locked in fierce combat.

Once, many here lived in constant want—between meals, barely surviving. It was Wang Kun who gave them hope, who promised them a chance to rise above their station—even if only in security, even if only as mercenaries, it was better than living in humble obscurity.

Not long after, the butcher, drenched in blood, ran back from afar and sensed Lilian's aura the moment he entered the governor's mansion.

Lin Yue realized this entrance could only be detected by soul perception at the Mortal Demise realm level.

"Fine." In Jingcheng, she faced danger everywhere, and given her connection to that person, Lu Jue wanted to learn more of the man's intentions, so he agreed. But when he turned to look at Zhou Ruoshui, she bowed her head, hands clenched tightly—heartbreaking. He took a step forward to comfort her, when Ma Yujiao arrived.

Seeing the lion crushed instantly by Qin Tian, the werewolf froze for a moment—then roared in fury, swinging his arms wide, mouth gaping open like a bloodied maw, as if determined to crush Qin Tian flat first, then tear him to shreds with his razor-sharp fangs.

Watching Qin Tian's utterly reckless behavior, Wanwan's lips curled slightly upward—then, as if remembering something, her smile vanished. Her eyes grew faintly red as she flung herself into Qin Tian's arms, pounding his back with her slender fists, releasing her pent-up fear.