Chapter 214: The Corpse Is Speaking

"The Opera God Tower? Where is it?" Wu Wang's eyes flickered with confusion.

He had wandered around here all night last night but found no place called "Opera God Tower."

After much thought, Wu Wang finally remembered the dilapidated opera house.

Each area in the Pear Garden is named according to the type of opera performed there.

Like the puppet theater, Nuo opera, and other such courtyards.

Even the main opera house follows this rule.

Mostly Peking opera style.

Wu Yutong ran crying back to her rented room, flung herself onto the bed, buried her face under the quilt, and sobbed uncontrollably, cursing that damned Wu Yulin a thousand times over.

The old man's gaze flickered; after a moment, his lips curled slightly, revealing a faint knowing smile.

"Senior brother, why say that? Didn't you yourself want to take him as your final disciple? Now why is he becoming our junior?" Wu Youzi looked puzzled.

Tian Chou was certainly not cowering in the military camp. He personally led a contingent of his elite troops, circling from the south to cut off Xie Wují's retreat.

Li Niang gently laid Cheng Yi on the ground, closed his eyes with her hand, then walked out with heavy steps.

Neither of them fully understood what kind of power it was, but its gentle, soothing nature put them greatly at ease.

Conquering Shu was inevitable; avenging Mingqi wasn't hard either. After securing her a proper place to live, he planned to find a helper to join him in building cannons.

But it wasn't really any of her concern—so long as her mother used her influence to keep Wu Yulin with her, everything else could wait. She was already used to enduring her mother's demands, continuing to bow her head and eat the food on her plate.

"Eh, so itchy, hehe." The person's neck, licked and rubbed, felt itchy to the bone; his body trembled helplessly, collapsing softly into his arms.

Thus, Zhang Rende advised Wang Haitao that holding onto their current territory was already a great achievement; there was no need to keep attacking the Japanese. The first to stick out gets shot—better to quit while ahead. Wang Haitao knew this was Zhang Rende's true thought, since they were now in the same boat; if Wang fell, Zhang would fall too.

But in reality, their freedom to act as they pleased rested on sufficient financial freedom—these two were not contradictory.

To welcome Zhao Aijun's parents and elder sister, Zhao Aidang and Zhao Aimin prepared a lavish table of home-cooked dishes to celebrate Zhao Aijun.

The monster panted heavily, its left eye ruined, blood dripping steadily onto Su Fei's head.

Calling this mechanical tower a Wizard Tower was no longer accurate; though shaped like one, it was more like a tower-shaped fortress, lacking the essential wizard-tower features such as defensive array patterns or elemental pools, instead bristling with various short- and long-range goblin weapons.

From Huang Xu's observations during their chats, the glasses had been struggling to hold on—just surviving until venture capital arrived would mean getting through this crisis.

Neither the long-vanished Mei Zunzhe nor Li Muran, who had left with him, knew that after their disappearance, a knocking sound suddenly echoed from within the sealed cave in the sealing ground.

Xie Zhen and Huang Xu had been classmates, yet Xie Zhen deliberately avoided mentioning this, instead introducing Huang Xu as Qiaoqiao's boyfriend—treating him not as a peer, his words laced with mockery.

Thinking of this, she felt both anxious and worried, yet secretly sighed in relief. It wasn't him—that was enough, for she simply couldn't face being his outright enemy. This ambiguous, half-enemy half-ally state was already her limit.

"Sss!" Peter Parker sat dumbfounded in place, his black clothing shrieking, suddenly leaping up as a massive spider-man-shaped figure roared wildly, tearing relentlessly at Peter Parker's fragile nerves.