Chapter 135

133、《Evil Corpse Refining Demon Blade Sect》（4K, 2/2）

“To be so fickle and disregard morality—how can this be a good person?!”

Zhou Chang’s expression turned icy instantly; he stared at the surrounding Spring Plague Ghosts and spoke sharply.

Xiao Zhenming and the others watched Zhou Chang berating the eerie creatures, their hearts filled with confusion and fear—ghosts and the living rarely interact; they truly had no idea what purpose Zhou Chang’s scolding served against those Spring Plague Ghosts.

If these words provoked the Spring Plague Ghosts, wouldn’t that bring...

“If the Qingyuan people use this to threaten us, can we just attack directly?” Qin Chaochao began to get excited.

“Big sister, what are you doing here? How are Father and the others?” Qin Xiaoyao dropped his work and hurried over to ask.

Lou Jincheng had already drunk three pots of wine, as if flattered into high spirits, and thus taught three teachings.

I wonder if, when she grows older, she’ll be able to work with Big Sister and that Song family’s sister-in-law too.

The winners in the team, carrying the determination to advance together with their companions’ efforts, also made remarkable progress in their spiritual power.

“Your family doesn’t lack labor right now, but you’ll still need to go out. Still, there’s plenty of work in town—you can take your time. You’ll eventually find something with more freedom.” Qin Xiaoyao comforted him.

If I went out wearing this red wedding dress, I’d probably attract the police before I even drew a ghost.

“Don’t worry—now that I’ve suppressed the Golden Armor Demon Lord, he can’t stir up any trouble. No need to fear.” Li Tian reached out and pulled Mengde into his arms, speaking confidently.

He could retire, then collect his pension—then this five-yuan red envelope per person wouldn’t seem so high anymore.

Beneath the rope loop, a basin of incense stood before the door; two of the three incense sticks had burned out, and one had just burned halfway.

“We can’t drink alcohol, so my mom had some fruit syrup prepared for us! Let’s drink this today!” Feiling smiled, pointing at the glass bottle in Biyun’s hands.

He muttered under his breath, “This is hilarious—a mere PS photo dares to fool Brother Fat.”

“Uncle! We plan to set up a stall in town every day from today on, to save up travel funds faster!” Zhu Zhi looked up from brushing oil onto the freshly made cold noodles.

But Shen Linxian knew this was abnormal—it wasn’t just a normal weather shift, but... someone was performing a ritual.

At first, the Special Task Force wanted to tow away all the warships in the harbor, but after much effort, they found each warship required four or five tugboats to move, and the aircraft carrier alone consumed nearly half the Special Task Force’s tugboats just to budge it.

At this point, the flagship store’s renovation was complete; its silver-white exterior and silver-white white dragon made the entire shop look highly technological. Two stories, over a thousand square meters in total—formerly a large supermarket, it was undeniably luxurious to turn into a 4S store.

Tangtang had no competitive spirit toward this harmless boy; he reminded her of her own younger brother, Chichi—slender, gentle, with a pure smile, and Tangtang liked him quite a bit.

“Where’s your deputy general, Qingyi? Bring her along—whatever you want to eat, have her cook it for you!” Jiang Li chuckled.

Seeing Ren Feizheng ignore him, Lu Mingliang could only sulkily turn his head away—Ren Feizheng was not someone he could afford to offend.

One option is to continue supporting Lin Quan, helping his farm grow strong, reviving the northern economy, boosting tourism and employment in the north, slowly reversing the decline of Ajadz Province, and drawing northern populations back—this is the best way to resolve the north-south divide!

“Wan Qiu?” Chu Yigui’s voice came through the phone; Zhou Peiyu, eavesdropping nearby, froze in surprise.