Chapter 270: That Man Has Appeared of His Own Accord!

Standing at the entrance of the Fuli Academy.

Looking at the spot where people had been eating watermelon not long ago.

Most of the colleagues from the Strange Affairs Bureau have now intervened to gather evidence.

And specialized psychologists have been brought in to escort the children who have reverted to human form onto vehicles.

Yes, after those animals transformed back into human shape.

They were mostly children around twelve years old; the youngest, the Spirit Cat, was barely over nine.

Their ages

When he first picked up the ball, Igoudala switched to defend, but Qin Yang, facing Igoudala, dribbled with a half-turn and shot directly.

Although different from the principles of the mortal world, and even incomprehensible and unbelievable to ordinary people in many ways, the existence of “order” and “rules” remains undeniable.

He glanced back at Yan Qing and the green-robed scholar sitting nearby, their faces anxious but unable to rise, and sighed inwardly—this version of Mo Juexia was a realm he had never encountered before.

“Eunuch Qian, rest assured—I’ve taken on this task. I can’t promise great achievements, but I will give it my all,” Zheng Peng declared on the spot.

Lei Rui fell silent; his suspicion had been confirmed, yet his heart grew heavy.

Invisible currents surged from beneath the ordinary man’s feet like ripples from a stone dropped into a still pond, spreading wildly in all directions, forming a circular ring that receded layer by layer.

There, at a distance, the chosen “Favored Ones” were pushed forward by the crowd and brought before the towering figure. One by one, their forms twisted and dissolved into white light, and upon the massive mound of flesh, faces emerged—each matching the one who had vanished.

This shot—no, it was hard to call it a shot at all, for its arc was too high and strangely unnatural, as if the hand had slipped in error.

But now, as Zhou Jiu looked at Xu Jing, he completely abandoned his former mischievous intentions.

After eating a simple dinner, Shen Lian changed his clothes, slipped out of the Shen residence into the dark, wandered east and west around West Lake, and arrived behind a Daoist temple in the western part of the city, vanishing into the shadows.

At this moment, he was merely a dog, stripped of all freedom, irrevocably bound by this matter.

None were fools; all knew that their future fate—and perhaps even their family’s destiny—might now rest on their shoulders. With this thought, no one laughed anymore; each grew solemn.

While still in a state of chaos, the infant absorbs the mother’s true essence and bloodline inheritance.

As soon as Qi Anping spoke these words—whether unintentional or heartfelt—the atmosphere in the room grew awkward.

Red Robe nodded and glanced toward the corner behind them, where ropes, nets, spears, and a large bundle were piled.

Zhang Jingyuan had lain in the hospital all afternoon without showing any sign of waking. The expert summoned by the chief director had arrived and was now analyzing Ye Chu’s blood sample in the lab.

Hundreds of jin of boulders turned to rubble in fifteen minutes; his shattered bones and tendons healed instantly. If not for divine power, how could this be explained?

The Qinglian Sect disciples, along with Qian Chen and Lu Jiuniang, were stunned by Lin Yu’s footwork—such speed was truly astonishing.

No matter what! Duan Na had always been his benefactor, his superior—he could never openly turn against him.

“Today is an auspicious day; I’d wager the good news will arrive before the Chen hour passes.”

“Your Majesty, may I speak with you privately?” The civilians and Imperial Guards gathered nearby watched intently; the appearance of white phosphorus made her feel this night was only the beginning.

The scene unfolded exactly as Shinji had predicted: the tornado-shaped sandstorm froze into an ice tornado, and the Mountain Piercer was trapped within it, while his other clones were obliterated by the freezing beams.