Chapter 137

135、White Fruit Village (4K, 2/2)

“Wuuu—”

The black-hair wind swirling around them howled and drifted away.

The darkness all around fell temporarily still.

Zhou Chang watched the black-hair wind vanish and said, “This current black-hair wind can rot flesh and bring plague—it’s nine out of ten chances this is the same ‘cursed wind’ that brought the earlier epidemic.”

At present, though the black-hair wind is sinister, it isn’t yet truly dangerous to us.

Yet this wind also

A single violet light wielded such earth-shattering power—clearly, the guardian’s cultivation is terrifying.

Murong Canghai became leader of the Martial Association, yet ended up in ruin, not because he was weak, but because his enemies were too strong.

He noticed that the rising sun in this world differed from the one in his own world.

The Endless Mountains were the vast range Shen Tian must reach; deep within their core, a colossal serpent with a human head was practicing some martial art, its surroundings utterly ravaged—giant towering trees severed in half by invisible force.

Moreover, Zhou Xingyun noted that the Arat Bandit Clan numbered over a thousand, with three hundred riding horses—likely the core members Huo Er mentioned.

Fish Gong heard Zhang Yanwu’s name and gave him a cold, silent glance, but offered no objection.

“Boom, boom…” A series of faint explosions caused the capsule to break apart and scatter. Mu’s figure appeared midair, arcing toward the cave opening in the cliff face.

“Hah! You think this will let you escape? Hmph, you’ve offended this young master—I’ll make you beg for death.” Wanyan Honglie laughed loudly after hearing Qinglian and Aixinjueluo Yuxin’s conversation.

The knights charged almost hugging the buildings on either side of the street; from above, it looked like a spear thrust into a rat’s hole, piercing straight through.

Many sneered inwardly with ill intent—if it were truly priceless, these people would have moved to seize it instantly.

He felt his “training results” this time were good—he’d managed to restrain his impulses and remain calm while watching Gu Nianzhi laugh and chat with another man.

Xu Zhuo ignored the possible danger ahead, his body flashing into a streak of light, passing through the passage to the other side.

Ureter reimplantation requires 3D laparoscopic surgery; if not for Zhang Kaiyuan’s opportunity, Xu Zhuo might never have touched a laparoscope himself.

“If we don’t kill him today, we’ll all die at Zhang He’s hands!” The nearby colonel echoed the sentiment.

Chong Huan first scattered the coarse grains; the pigeons merely gathered around but didn’t approach to eat.

Ghost ships were riddled with strangeness; upon hearing the term, the rescue team grew momentarily panicked. Eventually, some bold crewmen boarded the fleet, searched thoroughly, and found the ships utterly empty, reeking of decay from within and without.

Their suitcases were piled in the back seat of the Jeep. Huo Shaoheng reached into the trunk, pulled out the Burberry military-style overcoat he’d bought for Gu Nianzhi, and handed her the boots to change into.

“W-what on earth is going on?” Nan Gong Li stared in shock—but it wasn’t over. The Eight Trigrams wheel kept spinning; the black ground beneath them turned silver-white as paper, then vanished instantly, becoming a deep swamp.

The Eighth Princess had no choice but to grit her teeth in fury, helplessly watching the Sixth Princess steal all the spotlight.

In the next instant, Xiao Yao swung his fist and smashed it hard into Yi Fei’s face, catching him off-guard as his arrow suddenly snapped.