Chapter 421: Exterminating the Demonic Miasma, Purifying the Lower Realm

In the Yunshao Realm, within the Four Authorities Xiancheng, it was the hour of the Rat.

The night was deep, the frost heavy, and a biting chill surged everywhere.

Flocks of old crows cried miserably from the barren trees, sounding as if urging something on, or perhaps heralding some nameless, ominous portent.

Every now and then, the crows noisily swooped down, their black shadows rising and falling incessantly, accompanied by faint sounds of ghostly wails and raucous laughter, adding several degrees of terror to the place and making one's heart inevitably tremble with fear.

Inside a dilapidated hut, upon hearing this noisy crowing, there first came a sound of...

Factory Director Yang breathed a sigh of relief; as long as Zhang Lianshan was willing to punish him, it made him happier than if the man had remained silent.

Mo Li blew out the oil lamp, and within moments, two rustling sounds of clothes being removed echoed in the pitch-black room.

As the Jia family's food consumption increased with three more mouths to feed, while Jia Jia Dongxu remained a Grade-One worker unable to advance to Grade Two, Yan Jiecheng had instead become a Grade-Two worker.

Saying this, he paid no heed to Zhang Lianshan, dashed straight into the house, tossed down his large bundle, and carried the meat and vegetables to the kitchen.

"The meat... was snatched by wild dogs on the road; only this single rib remains. Next month, when wages are issued, I will definitely buy meat for you all to eat," Jia Jia Dongxu said in a low voice, lacking even the strength to be angry.

Everyone present seemed to have entered Young Master Tang's memories, as if traveling back through the river of time to the moment the incident originally occurred.

After washing the fish clean, they placed it over the fire to roast; soon, a fragrant aroma drifted out, and Shen Shen Qingqing took a deep, forceful breath, looking somewhat intoxicated.

How could Shen Shen Qingqing not know that the person before her was no longer human, but a genuine monster?

The subsequent events in the village unfolded exactly as Qin Ye had anticipated; the fire at the village chief's home was ruled an accident.

Upon hearing Zhang Zhaoxia issue a series of orders, Fat Wang's envious tears instantly flowed from the corners of his mouth.

Suddenly, Qiu Qiu Shaoze reached out, grabbed the swaying Shang Shang Mengqi, and pulled her into his embrace.

But he was still fast asleep; only after quite some time did Duan Tong, sitting nearby, speak softly: "Brother Yu, perhaps Dule Aqi has something urgent to discuss with you; it is not good for you to keep sleeping like this. Why not go see him first, and then come back for an afternoon nap?"

In this way, all the contestants from the Flame Temple turned out to be Dragon War Venerables, yet there were only eight of them.

If Qiu Qiu Shaoze's earlier teasing had sparked anger, then now it was fury; the humiliation suffered could only be washed away with Qiu Qiu Shaoze's blood.

"Eh? Why are there so many zombies ahead?" Xiao Weiting stopped the car far from the township; I had been resting with my eyes closed, but hearing his words, I hastily raised my head to look, seeing vague, shadowy figures of zombies filling the distance ahead, countless in number.

"Since His Majesty is so sincere, I suggest a marital alliance between our two nations, adding kinship to kinship; how does that sound?" Yuchi You asked with a smile.

"Empress Dowager, you must not wrongly accuse Consort Zhong; perhaps there is some misunderstanding here," the person on the bed said in a feeble voice, barely holding onto a breath yet still remembering to plead for Zhong Qing.

Qiu Qiu Shaoze merely offered an awkward smile, but in his heart, he had already made up his mind: even if it required exhausting everyone under heaven, he would protect Shang Shang Mengqi completely.

Emperor Zijing hosted a grand banquet, and everyone drank until midnight before dispersing; as the gathering broke up, Emperor Zijing announced that a grand wedding for Qin Feng and Princess Princess Yuping would be held the very next day, leaving both Qin Feng and Princess Princess Yuping with splitting headaches.

If anyone else had been present at that moment, they would surely have been greatly shocked; who could have imagined that Lu Xueyun, one of the Lu sisters, was actually the Evil Sword?

After glancing at the rotting giant armored beetle, Lin Huang and his companions ultimately did not kill it; instead, they allowed Fate-Weaver to erase its memories and released it to depart.

As expected, after the narrow blade left its sheath, Dao One-Two-Six thrust the tip forward directly; this was a stabbing strike.

Upon learning this, she listened to Huang Ke's voice; Huang Ke's tone was somewhat deep and resonant, possessing a powerful penetrating quality.