Chapter 282: The Sunlight Circus

“You mean this meat isn’t from the natives, but rather…”

“Mm, it’s from the [Pseudo-Humans].”

Wu Wang nodded seriously.

Then he found a plastic bag and picked up the shredded meat on the ground.

He carried it toward the kitchen.

Amid puzzled glances, he cheerfully opened the refrigerator door.

He tilted his head to explain to the page: “The fridge is a great thing—it may not kill them effectively, but it keeps them…”

Xia Feng is building his own intelligence network. If he seeks great matters, establishing his own intelligence apparatus is essential.

That night, a man who looked like a supervisor led them to dinner, then told them to have free time tomorrow and begin the competition the morning after.

Di Chongxiao froze, then understood the Tree Ancestor’s meaning and waved his hands frantically. For Ren Tingxiu’s revival, the spirit fruit was enough.

After all, he had already finished eating; forcing him to come back and eat again now would seem inhumane and overly retrospective, so he could only wait until next time he ate to speak to him.

Xue Shuang and Yang Hao and the others had cleared several dungeons and collected nearly all the useful gear—perfect time to take them along.

This dark force resembles his Life-Death Mark; once implanted in a target, outsiders are virtually powerless to stop it.

The scattered bones of the Imperial Guard cried out in pain: “Di Chongxiao, you’re too bold! Your imperial kinship is fake—how dare you disrespect the Imperial Grandson…” Before he finished, a punch shattered his face.

From beneath the yellow robe, thick tentacles suddenly erupted, smashing the four closest Old Qiuqiu men flat without warning—the annoying chanting ceased instantly.

“So that’s it—you’ve been hiring all sorts of strong ones to ‘exterminate’ the demons, all while planning to profit as a passive observer,” Mo said, staring at these various ‘strong ones’ whose power far exceeded that of ordinary humans. Their faces wore the same eerie smiles; their true nature was clear.

The following days were quiet. Only halfway through the eastern campaign, squads began returning—most suffered heavy losses, but a few returned with full coffers.

Xiao Che stared blankly at the closed door, as if all strength had been drained from his body; he collapsed onto the floor.

After arriving, the group first found a guesthouse. Dai Yiman, Yu Qiao’er, and Tong Yue shared one large room.

Gradually, he came to understand: the Dao of Heaven forbids anyone from attaining the Dao through fate, from controlling the destinies of all beings—unless one merges with the Dao of Heaven.

Intermittent headaches grew worse with each wave, as if a knife were carving his skull from within. Emperor Ming endured it until nightfall, but the pain did not ease; his temper turned wild and erratic.

Indeed, he was a man of few words but great ruthlessness—Zhong Yu Bai harbored deep hatred for the Dark Descendants, a seed planted the day he lost his only family member.

Only when they heard the sound of helicopter rotors overhead did the crowd truly erupt in excitement; Ye Yue seized the moment to pull Jiang Sheng and run outside—they had to leave before the money rained down.

Lin Lin entered an antique shop—everything imaginable was there, but most were fakes, poorly copied; some were outright absurd, mismatched, and unnatural.

After a long while, Zhang Lin finally slowed to a stop. Before him lay a distant, crystal-clear lake, vast and surrounded by forests, like a luminous gem set within this thriving sea of green.

Gu Wei suddenly snapped out of his trance and released her wrist, repeating several times, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” His tone brimmed with remorse and regret.

Venom Spray: Each venomous spray spreads outward, causing those touched to fall into a weakened state.

But the largest-scale transformation was unquestionably the one conducted just before departure.