Chapter 315: A Bug Not Belonging to This Place

Wu Xiaoyou pulled Wu Wang running down the hallway toward the stairs.

She knew taking the elevator up would be faster.

But when a ghost is chasing you downstairs, taking the elevator is absolutely the dumbest thing to do.

How many unfortunate souls in horror movies have been trapped inside elevators?

Thud—

At that moment, Wu Wang suddenly stomped his foot and stopped in place.

The jerk nearly yanked Wu Xiaoyou off her feet.

Slightly anxious and confused

The ordeal of the two ahead had already shattered his SAN; after sensing half of it himself, he finally couldn’t hold on.

So she’d snatched that big client from Xia Zimeng. No wonder there’d been no whisper before—now suddenly announcing a huge deal, they couldn’t figure it out for the life of them.

“Then why did you do it? To show off your ability? To make us think you’re powerful?” Alijie, realizing she couldn’t reason with him, just asked outright.

“I just said it offhand—I don’t want to finish beating Si Xingkong only to get beaten again by my Master. That’s not even comparable; I, Yang Yu, don’t do losing deals,” Yang Yu chuckled. Shao Yang rolled her eyes and ignored this reckless younger brother.

Now it seemed unnecessary to tell her: Jiang Feilong had sent Ji Pingyong, Deputy Commander of the Brocade Uniform Guard. She’d met him personally and asked for all the details—this Wu state is truly despicable. Emboldened by the Second Imperial Prince backing him, he dares even target the legitimate granddaughter-in-law of Cheng Guogong, a two-generation elder statesman. How utterly ignorant of heaven’s height and earth’s depth.

“I’ll watch the people in the room. If they act strangely, I’ll notify you immediately,” Macbeth said calmly.

The expected death never came—the boarding craft held firm against the relentless bombardment and plunged into the massive steel dome.

If he could handle single-armor systems so well, how proficient would he be with spaceship piloting?

Du Hepu was overjoyed, immediately thanked Liu Shi, then gently patted Zhang Shi’s cheek.

Now that Ding Mo-cun’s paper mask had been torn away, the truth became glaringly obvious when viewed in context.

“A master—absolute master. Return to simplicity, aura contained. Such cultivation—surely he’s reached Lu Yao’s level,” Helinuo cursed inwardly. He never expected his luck to be this bad—only in the second round, he’d drawn an opponent nearly impossible to defeat.

Over the past two years, the Dragon Unit has also been urgently training new members, pushing hard in cultivation. All Dragon Unit members have now gathered at the Dragon Unit headquarters in Shangjing, training and sparring nonstop to strengthen their power.

“What?! Grandpa, you tricked me again—why did you send me to Dongtu?!” Xuan Long sighed to the heavens, fuming, face twisted in regret—as if he’d been utterly swindled.

“...” Third... sister-in-law? Di Baobao turned to him, unsure whether to be delighted or utterly speechless at the term.

They had plenty of time to search room by room—and when they found the jade pendant, they simultaneously uncovered an even more earth-shattering situation.

He was the third brought into the wooden hut. Drawing on his knowledge of the Elf race, the captured Jiefeit looked like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water, pounding the table and shouting about the injustice he’d suffered—as if he were a noble monarch of a kingdom, not a vile slave-catcher leader.

“What a mess, right, White Wolf?” Zheng Yin hoped for agreement—of course White Wolf would agree with him.

Xiang Lai glanced around. Aside from the composed Wang Fei, everyone else trembled uncontrollably—no one dared pick up the sword. So where had the sword gone? Xiang Lai shook his head. None of my business—it’s not my sword.

Because death warriors obey only their master—that much Xiang Lai firmly believed. And her intuition told her this wasn’t over.