Chapter 106: 105, Three

105, Three "Fated Souls" (2/2)

"Ji Shi..."

Three monks from Xielong Temple stood together, staring at Zhou Chang’s corpse, risen from the coffin, gaunt as a black skeleton.

In an instant, the scattered Xiang energy swirling around coiled into serpents, wrapping around Zhou Chang’s corpse, causing its emaciated frame to swell rapidly, becoming full and strong.

"Hehe..."

The Ji Shi leapt from the coffin, fixing its gaze on the three monks of Xielong Temple, as if seeing through their flesh and sniffing out...

Tian Yi and Yin Xin had their palms pressed together, pondering how to escape, when they saw Du Yuesong turn to extinguish the fire—this seemed like a good opportunity. He had learned some demonic spells from Ao Ying; escaping from Yin Xin should not be difficult.

Although his father had been physically strong in his youth, he was already sixty when the virus broke out; remembering that the virus mostly eliminated weak elderly, Zhang Jiaming’s urge to search for his family vanished completely.

"No, your illness has just healed—the wind on deck is too strong, you’ll catch a chill if you go out." Though Tu Baobao’s pout was alluring, Nan Gong Yuhang did not forget his principles and refused again.

What was terrifying was that, at this moment, Bote ’s skin was covered in writhing dark parasites; Lin Hao was stunned—how insane was this man, to have absorbed so many dark parasites? Didn’t he consider his body’s limits?

Glancing at He Zhengxiong hidden on the other side, he activated "Xiaoyao You," his body drifting upward with ethereal motion.

After speaking, Tu Baobao ignored Yin Ziye and turned to leave; as she turned, her body stiffened—she saw Nan Gong Yuhang standing at the company entrance, his expression dark and uncertain. One hand in his pocket, he stared coldly at her and Yin Ziye.

At the same time, Ellis and Steve hurried over—no matter what, Yi Zhongtian was their benefactor; not only had he saved them, he had also driven away that mysterious strongman. Morally, they could not leave him lying on the ground.

Li Qing had not actually spotted Zhang Fan’s whereabouts, but who else would dare violate Yuqing Palace in broad daylight? It must be him—he had learned his friend was kidnapped and had come for revenge.

In short, a brutal war, so fierce it left one speechless, ended with the first snow of early winter. All factions now laid down their arms, seeking rest and recovery.

"Sir, please step aside—this matter can wait. She’s tired today and needs to go home and rest." Su Weishi spoke to Li Yilan in a tone devoid of fault, yet flat and indifferent, making Li Yilan feel deeply unsettled.

Lei Yu was delighted as the system kept chiming "Train +100, Train +100"—spending one day here equaled a year of arduous cultivation; few places in the entire Kings Continent could match this sacred training ground.

Gu Yanfei smiled and entered the private elevator—this was a place she often visited, the 77th floor, as familiar as her own home.

"Go back inside." Xi Men Hao glanced at the powder now scattered and drifting on the ground, speaking coolly.

"The Qiankun Steel on my body can resist the Death God’s Curse. Let me cleanse the curse Nie for her, and I’ll return to pulling ropes in Xiayuan—you won’t grant me this one favor?" Luo Xuan’s eyes pleaded, fixed intently on Kuang Yitian.

Like Heilongyilang , his four bodyguards joined him in loud laughter, as if they already saw him as meat in their hands.

After a brief moment of daze, Ao Tian snapped back to awareness and sprinted straight toward the corpse of the Yamata no Orochi.

Every hospital of moderate size has a morgue, and morgues are usually at the back of the hospital—the morgue at the Third Central Hospital was no exception.