Chapter 214: The Corpse is Speaking

"Opera God Tower? Where is that?" A trace of confusion flashed in Wu Wang's eyes.

He had wandered around here half the night last night and still couldn't find a place called "Opera God Tower."

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

The name of every area in the Pear Garden is distinguished by the type of opera within it.

Similar to the puppet opera and Nuo opera gardens before.

Even the main opera tower is the same.

Basically Peking Opera types.

Wu Yutong ran crying all the way back to the rental room, threw herself onto the bed, covered herself with the quilt, and sobbed continuously, cursing the damn Wu Yulin a thousand times, ten thousand times in her heart.

The old man's eyes flickered; after a moment, the corners of his lips curled slightly, revealing a look of understanding and a smile.

"Senior Brother, why say this? Didn't you want to take him as your closing disciple before? How is it now that he is to become our junior brother?" Wuyouzi looked puzzled.

Tian Chou was certainly not hiding in the military camp trembling in fear at this moment. He personally led a unit of loyal troops, circling from the south, preparing to cut off Xie Wuji's rear route.

Li Niang gently placed Cheng Yi on the ground, raised her hand to close Cheng Yi's eyes, and walked out with heavy steps.

What kind of power that was, neither of them was quite clear, but its docile and gentle nature made both of them greatly relieved.

Conquering the Shu region is a matter of sooner or later; avenging Mingqi is not difficult either. Finally, after arranging a place for her to live, he thought of finding an assistant to start making cannons together.

However, this has little to do with her either. As long as her mother can use her influence to keep Wu Yulin with her, nothing else matters for now. She was already used to submitting to her mother's will, continuing to bow her head and eat the rice in her bowl.

"Uh, so itchy, hehe." Someone's neck was being licked and rubbed by him until it felt itchy down to the bone; his body floated uncontrollably and leaned softly into his arms.

Therefore, Zhang Rende advised Wang Haitao that merely holding onto the existing territory with effort was already a great achievement; there was no need to continue launching attacks against the Japanese. The gun shoots the bird that sticks its head out; better to stop while ahead. Wang Haitao knew these were Zhang Rende's true thoughts, because after all, they were now one body; if he suffered bad luck, Zhang Rende would not fare well either.

But in reality, their doing whatever they pleased was built on the premise of having sufficient financial freedom; the two were not contradictory.

To welcome Zhao Aijun's parents and eldest sister, the two girls, Zhao Aidang and Zhao Aimin, prepared a table full of rich home-cooked dishes to celebrate for Zhao Aijun.

The monster panted heavily, its left eye already mushed to pieces, with bloody water dripping drop by drop onto Suo Fei's head.

Actually, if this Mechanical Flying Tower were strictly called a Wizard Tower, the name would no longer be appropriate. Although it took the shape of a Wizard Tower, it was more like a tower-shaped fortress. It lacked the necessary supporting facilities of a Wizard Tower, such as defensive array patterns or elemental pools, and instead featured various ranged and close-range goblin weapons.

According to Huang Xu's observation while chatting with him, the glasses-wearer had been struggling desperately; as long as he could hold on until venture capital came in, he would have weathered this crisis.

However, neither the Elder Mei, who had already vanished in haste, nor Li Muran, who left with him, knew that after they disappeared, a knocking sound suddenly came from that sealed rock cave within the sealing place.

Xie Zhen and Huang Xu were originally classmates, but they deliberately did not mention this layer, instead introducing Huang Xu as Qiaoqiao's boyfriend. This was treating him as if he were not a classmate, and there was inevitably a tone of mockery in the words.

Thinking of this, she felt both nervous and worried, yet secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As long as it wasn't him, because she truly could not face a state of being completely hostile with him. This state of being both enemy and friend was already her limit of endurance.

"Hiss!" Peter Parker sat stupidly in place, but his pitch-black clothes screamed out, suddenly leaping up. A huge figure resembling Spider-Man roared crazily, constantly tearing at Peter Parker's fragile nerves.