Chapter 314: Who Exactly Is the Player Here?

To be honest, when the words “zombie” appeared in Wu Wang’s reasoning,

his mind did briefly freeze.

Because this wasn't a copy world!

How could zombies exist in reality?

Even if they did, shouldn’t they be hiding in some remote mountain village?

Jingcheng is among the most prosperous cities in the world.

A city at the forefront of modernization, home to the headquarters of the Strange Affairs Bureau and the Tarot Guild.

After tidying everything up, she changed clothes, putting on the light yellow top that Xu Ping had given her; though it was a bit loose, wearing something new still brought her joy.

Though they were still gathering wild game, because it was a major restaurant, many hunters came to deliver their catches—all of whom knew the kitchen staff or supervisors there.

This would keep her brother safe, and he wouldn’t have to worry about being recognized or causing trouble for Gu Zhengze.

When asked, Liu Hui was momentarily stunned; just as he was about to speak, Ye Fan interrupted.

He occasionally takes roles in good scripts, so most days he writes at home, stepping out only occasionally for inspiration.

Liu Wen spoke vaguely, never directly suggesting the two families meet to get to know each other.

Forget it—tomorrow I’ll have Xu Ping find out; if no one buys them, I’ll buy them all myself.

Chen Jingmin snapped at her two younger sisters for the first time in a long while. But neither noticed her expression; upon hearing this, they instantly understood.

Chen Hao smirked: “Isn’t it all because Red Sister is so captivating? Don’t you like my concern for you?” As he spoke, his hands grew restless again.

What Ye Fan hadn’t expected was that the Tianxia Martial Arts Gymnasium was built on a mountain, exuding the aura of an ancient sect.

Ying Xiong’s words held merit; Mu Long had no reply! Mu Fu ren silently applauded inwardly—she had never believed in the “lone star” legend to begin with.

“Pervert!” Xia Xueyun had suspected something, but still insisted Lin Tian was a pervert.

Above Dafan Tian’s remains still stuck the arrows that ten major sects had once driven into the wall to pin him down—but these were not what shocked Feng Wu, Yu Ling, or Feng Yujing.

With this suspicion, there was no need for further deliberation; Kou Zhun was a man of action. Without waiting for help, he sent two of his own servants to thoroughly investigate Xia Song’s secret comings and goings to the Prince’s Mansion.

Moments later, Ling Ding stepped forward decisively and said in a deep voice: “I am Ling Ding of Shaolin. Where is Master Zhuo?” Though anxious for his younger brother Ling Yin’s safety, as abbot of the Arhat Hall, he could not neglect propriety—he would begin with courtesy, then resort to bloodshed if needed.

Just as she now entered this Golden Wolf tent, she would never have come here voluntarily in the past unless summoned by Shibi Khan. But the more she participated, the clearer her mission became: marrying into the steppe was not the completion of her duty to the Sui Dynasty—it was merely its beginning.

Soon after, a large bird rose from the edge of the Trial Peak plaza, carrying Xiao Wen, Zhou Jie, and the others toward the mountain Zhou Jie had pointed out earlier.

As the rainbow passed, the demonic cultivator’s body exploded, dissolving entirely into ash within the light—even his nascent soul failed to escape.

Just from this one skill, he could refine nearly half as many spirit pills again as an ordinary alchemist using the same materials.

He refused to believe it—he knew Han Gaozu had once been nothing but a village head, and his lineage was even lower than his own. Both lived in chaotic times; yet Han Gaozu raised his three-foot sword and founded the Han Dynasty, which lasted centuries.

Seeing his cousin Nanao sitting on the bench beside him, and Zhi Shazhi, also a tennis magazine reporter, along with Inoue already playing tennis with his father, Yueqian couldn’t help thinking.

After Cai Yuanqi was expelled, these people continued living their former decadent, drunken, aimless lives—now completely unrestrained.