Chapter 94: The Essence of Humanity Is to Seek Fun

“Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?”

After these three confused questions, Wu Wang sat up dazedly from the bed.

He had forgotten everything.

The cruise ship’s rules are an extremely unique force.

Under the conditions of the gambling game, it sealed away all memories of William and all players.

From this moment on, they couldn’t even remember they were Spirit Catastrophe players entering a dungeon, nor recognize each other.

“Academy star, what’s wrong?” Clearly, another less familiar boy looked puzzled.

Xing Tianyu tested his inner spiritual energy and felt it had barely reached the high-level Spiritual Mage standard.

Just as he was about to tease further, the originally soggy bird suddenly doubled in size, all its water droplets vanishing instantly; it leaped with its feet and landed on her bed.

“Yu Bai-san, I never thought you could actually catch it—and you made it look so easy.” A soft, melodious voice flowed like a spring beside his ear; Xingye Junxia sat cross-legged, holding a bowl, watching him.

Besides stockpiling biscuits and pickles, Zhu Da’s purchased mansion never stopped smoking; firewood and coal arrived continuously, and rumors spread that the hearth there was used to boil chicken and duck eggs—all the chickens and duck eggs bought were disposed of this way.

“Cough, cough…” Just as the two were tenderly entwined, an untimely cough broke through.

At this moment, under Li Tianchen’s manipulation, it violently slammed into Xu Shenghua, bringing him waves of unprecedented pain.

After speaking, Fang Zheng shook his head and walked away; the matter ended here—he didn’t understand it any deeper. But the crux of this issue lay within those very words.

He rushed forward quickly, intending to fight again, but the weird uncle suddenly erected an invisible barrier; he charged into it and was bounced back, so hard that he fell to the ground.

Seated upon the lotus throne, nothing can break it; to pierce the protection of the Merit Golden Lotus, only a Saint could do it—but how could a Saint possibly lower their dignity to steal the Qi of the Zhan Sect?

Que immediately shut the door, then suddenly narrowed his pupils—a bad premonition gripped his heart.

As a pioneer of China’s film industry, is it really appropriate for you to compare a young talent like this?

These people handled corpses like ingredients, with flawless skill—clearly not their first time doing this.

The elderly man walking closely behind Luo Song was around fifty, a long sword slung at his waist, his red hair exploding like a lion’s mane, sunken eye sockets, sharp, protruding teeth—he was clearly a demon—the guard who had trailed Luo Song when they met at the tavern.

Jia Cong had no elders left from last year’s Rong Mansion; though four guards from the Wu Prince’s household still remained, Jia Cong rarely gave them orders.

Having spent long with Jiang Chang’an, Princess Yu Ning’s speech style had grown seven-tenths similar to his; combined with her naturally aggressive aura, she suffocated others, leaving no room to retaliate.

Jiang Chang’an’s speed was incomparable to those pampered spiritual cultivators raised in greenhouses—he left Su Shangjun and the others far behind.

But he never imagined he’d encounter the other here—and… the other appeared here completely unharmed.

But no matter what they were doing, the next moment they all froze in place and simultaneously looked toward the sky.

“Alright, I get it. I’m going back to rest.” Luo Xi was in high spirits and walked out of the basement.

“Light one too—any wishes?” Feng appeared out of nowhere with a lantern and handed it over.

Everything had been so ridiculous, yet he had taken it seriously. He had carved every word the man spoke into his marrow, flowing with his blood.

“No…” Lin Hanxi’s face flushed red; she couldn’t handle Leng Wuchen’s tenderness—he had been furious a moment ago, yet now he’d returned to his usual gentleness, leaving her utterly confused. She had always known this man was no ordinary person—and very dangerous.