Chapter 83: The Lady of the Camellias

A conference room on the cruise ship Mary.

Four players sat around a round table, each sharing useful information they had obtained on the ship.

Bei Lang spoke first.

"I learned from the staff at the mini-golf course that this cruise ship was named Mary by the ball's initiator after his deceased lover, meaning all the abnormal rules are related to Mary."

"Mary is the only, and most powerful, ghost in this instance!"

"Hiss!" Li Yang and Jiang Li both sucked in a cold breath, feeling their spines go numb, while anger began to flare in their eyes.

After all, given Han Xu's personality, he really didn't know how to confront Song Lin, or what reason to use to do so.

That brother of his, who was close to his age, his elder half-brother, had made great contributions during the attack on the Kingdom of Huaxia Zimo.

"Are you done speaking? If you are, get lost!" Luo Chong waved his hand as if shooing away a fly, speaking impatiently.

She hesitated, her thoughts jumping back and forth; no wonder she had been restless all day, fearing an accident might occur. So, was this the so-called accident?

The golden divine dragon's head, scales, horns, and tail were vivid from start to finish, as if a true dragon from ancient legends had been reborn, soaring into the sky to slay gods and demons.

"No problem, but I don't know where your son is; that is quite troublesome," Luo Chong said, frowning.

"Correct. If I leave, they certainly won't let my son go!" Zhuge Yuntai nodded.

"You are not fit to be the town mayor!" An old man with gray beard and hair angrily raised his cane, pointing at Hou Fei.

Previously, the Jade Emperor had recommended to him that Ma Ming's Wu Gong was formidable, yet Ma Ming had been in the North Pole for many days without anyone knowing how skilled he truly was.

His sword path remained ordinary, but the force was so great that it forcibly gathered the pressure within several zhang around him, coming down like a mountain flood bursting forth.

Liu Changfeng spoke while fighting; it seemed his kung fu had reached the flawless and free "Dan Jin" realm, so he was not afraid of leaking qi or scattering strength. Liu Changfeng's pair of fleshy palms relied entirely on the infusion of what kind of strength to block the spider's sword.

Lin Yumeng disregarded Yin Wuying's thoughts and went to the second floor, only to find the items there were far fewer: just over ten million mid-grade Spirit Source Stones, a dozen or so fourth-grade Spirit Artifacts and one fifth-grade Spirit Artifact, plus several bottles of fourth-grade pills. Compared to the full shelves on the first floor, this place was desolate and quiet.

Wang Xingde was also extremely excited all the way; although he hadn't left Kunlun, having traveled from the northeast to the northwest, he was overjoyed. The only regret was that he hadn't properly seen Bo Xian Town just as they passed through, but the Young Master had said there would be something for him to do in Bo Xian Town later.

"No need for ceremony." The Princess looked delighted, as if she had something happy to say, but hindered by her status and the gaze of so many people, she could only swallow her words just as they reached her lips.

It could have clawed at Meng Fan's chest, but it didn't; instead, it deliberately clawed at his arm.

Tang Feng let out a long cry, the blade shooting out like an arrow, pressing forward with the speed of lightning before one could cover their ears.

She was about to say something else when Tang Feng roughly sealed her mouth with his; this kiss lasted a long time before they parted.

Ye Luhuan didn't believe it and kept asking if he had gone to flirt with some Miss; Ye Luying laughed at him for being shameless. Suddenly, Ye Luhuan sneezed, and Ye Luying immediately looked at him with an amused expression.

Whether they wanted to or not, becoming a god had become their hope, and they must pay the price for it.

Since his cultivation reached the Intermediate War King realm, Lin Fan had no fear of War Kings; even a peak War King was a transaction where one came and died, and a pair came and both died.

This was Hao Long's concession; he brought up the old matter, insisting now that the Ghost Train must charge fees, otherwise, with such huge expenses, where would he earn the money back?

"Exactly, we are here to worship the Buddha; why does junior brother speak so recklessly?" another disciple of Fa Kong stepped forward, his demeanor solemn.