Chapter 213: Information and the Theater God Tower

Boom! Boom! Boom!

With every thud echoing from within his chest, Wu Wang's face grew a shade paler.

That was not the sound of a heartbeat.

It was the sound of his heart shattering.

Within mere seconds, Wu Wang had died several times due to heart failure.

Fortunately, since the problem was internal, the other players far away could not detect anything abnormal.

They could only notice him standing motionless in place, panting heavily.

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Any spiritual object that has awakened intelligence, whether a tree spirit, a sword spirit, or any other vessel spirit, desires a name just like humans; they may choose their own names, but most spiritual objects hope their masters will bestow them.

"Brother Nan, let's go, it's strangely cold." The bald boy pulled his jacket tighter; the yacht had already vanished into the deep sea, and that beam of bright searchlight had faded into the thick night.

After much coaxing and pleading, Liu Qingqing managed to get Wang Mu's phone number, then left satisfied, heading to eat while wearing Wang Mu's shirt and underwear.

Although hills rose all around, one stood significantly taller than the rest. According to Xiao Meiniang's introduction, this hill was named Mount Saint Mother, the seat of the Saint Mother Sect's doctrine and the center of its rule.

The banner was hoisted high, its scattered crimson spots and dense array of holes drawing special attention. Sunlight pierced through the gaps, casting down beams that looked exactly like brilliant stars. This banner was a sky, and the brilliance flooding through the holes was a galaxy.

After Su Zeming accepted it and nodded, he turned to leave. Just then, Chen Yu's heart suddenly exploded like thunder.

On Daoist Priest Lu's side, he continued grinding medicinal herbs; seeing a shortage of hands, he directly coaxed Mo'er and Sister Bingxiang, who had been watching the show, over to help.

"Damn your grandmother." The scarred bald man spat; the zombies beneath this wall had suffered almost no casualties. The militia's haphazardly thrown javelins had barely any killing power; at most, a few clustered zombies were skewered like candied haws, while precise hits to the head were negligible.

Under his overwhelming momentum and pressure, no one present dared to speak up in rebuttal; even the burly old man who had questioned him could not get a single word out.

Diao San cursed fiercely, grabbed a basket in one hand, and headed back. The green-clad guard hurriedly followed, but this time there was no sound of flattery.

As for the major exam half a year later, that... that truly meant fighting with all one's might, then doing one's best and leaving the rest to Hao Tianming.

"Wake up, wake up, the sun is burning your butt." Director Lu Liang held a megaphone and shouted outside Kang Minsu; allowing them to take a nap while filming the show was something no one had ever seen from a director more benevolent than him.

In fact, she had already believed Zheng Tiansen's words by seventy or eighty percent without verification, simply because she knew those children too well.

Gazing into the distance, that towering, cloud-piercing, treacherous cliff had already come into view. A massive bird's nest, hundreds of zhang in size, sat atop the cliff.

Hidden behind the giant coffin, Xu Chuan only poked half his head out, his gaze locked on the entrance to the main tomb chamber; he could sense a hostile aura rushing violently toward them, and mixed within this hostile aura was a sinister chill, resembling the aura of the Alien Demon Race as Ao Hai had described.

Huangze Lake was an immensely vast lake, truly boundless and endless. Beside Huangze Lake stretched the unbroken range of Huangze Mountain.

Fang Zihuai also continued to attend to her diligently, causing warmth to surge repeatedly in Ye Xiaojiao's heart, making her feel that this long journey had become less unbearable.

Hearing that her affection for him was merely so-so, Huo Tinghan's anger in his heart was stirred up.

"Yo, you got a token too?" Anyway, within the Long Dream Boat, even the three True Lords of the Divine Eye Clan couldn't stop him, so Yang Hao couldn't help but start.

Pei Xiuyuan watched Yun Juan's every move with full curiosity throughout; Bai Yaoyao even saw his hands subconsciously moving in sync with Yun Juan's up-and-down boat-poling motions.