Chapter 143

141、Asking the Gods for a Brush (7K, 1/1)

The crowd reopened the grave tunnel sealed by earth and stones.

Xiao Zhenming took a rope, tied a candle to one end, and slowly lowered the lit candle into the dark tunnel.

The candlelight made the tomb’s interior appear even deeper.

The moment the flame entered the tomb, it extinguished within a few breaths.

The candle went out, indicating no air circulation inside the tomb.

Among three experienced

This was right at the front gate of their Huang family’s territory—two of their own bodyguards had been stepped on! This step, precisely speaking, was planted on Huang Hongqing’s own face; how could he possibly let this go?

Zhao Yi showed no strength, but Han Yue revealed hers—Han Yue had become a Combat Elder; how could Zhao Yi be any weaker?

Without this elder’s presence, the Luo family likely could not have controlled the “Spatial Wormhole” alone for so many years—after all, this juicy prize was watched by countless envious eyes every day.

The emergence of the Bing search brand was already inevitable; it would launch globally at the latest by early next year. With Chu Technology’s technical prowess and Microsoft’s financial, human, and resource investments, no one could stop Bing’s arrival.

Zi Yan could hardly imagine her mistress being so close to a stranger, and couldn’t help feeling a sudden alertness.

Thus, Mo Ying finally had his first core group. As the saying goes, small accumulations become great—Aba occupied a middle-tier position in the Mo Gang and had ties with other hall masters; his direction would inevitably influence others’ choices.

A military-green jacket over a tight black low-collared T-shirt, the collar revealing a deep cleavage and a butterfly tattoo on the rounded breast beneath, paired with loose cotton wide-leg flared pants that completely covered the shoes.

But those terrifyingly powerful blood arrows seemed unwilling to relent, chasing after and engulfing everything—including Wang Chen.

The final lap was already halfway done; when turning the corner, Liu Xiaoxiao accelerated, and Zhou Ji followed right beside her.

“Wahahaha, this is wonderful! Any more? Another cup!” Zhou Youcai drained his cup of Luo Shen wine, smacking his lips loudly.

……In an eerie silence, Ren Hao was the first to react. He picked up the synthetic skin, bundled up the object on the ground, tore off a large piece of plastic wrap, and meticulously, tightly sealed it all before letting out a long breath and wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

These days he’d been helping Kang Xiangyun prepare the “private” school at Furong Studio; Li Qian was away, so he barely came to the back courtyard to pay Jiang Xian a visit every two or three days.

“Hehe, I’ve finally caught you, Demon-Ghost Body!” The monster dripped disgusting saliva toward Luo Hongxuan.

Bai Feng glanced around, then scanned the cameras. She noticed this corner had a blind spot behind half a curtain. She tucked her right hand behind her back, then pulled out a bouquet of blooming red plum blossoms—twisted branches, wild and free. Before she even drew near, Fang Yuan yuan caught the intense, captivating fragrance.

Seeing this, the crowd outside erupted in gasps, especially among the Iron Sword Sect’s direct disciples, whose faces turned pale with deep concern.

Even when successfully returning the serve, Karillo showed no surprise; he stepped forward to the ball’s landing point, waited for it to bounce off the ground, then swung his racket sharply to return it.

Now, the opportunity had finally arrived—Jiang Fengyan was delighted beyond measure; how could he possibly be dejected?

That jet of yin blood splashed onto its face—it let out a soft “jie,” its head tilted back, and its hand unbuttoning froze. Seizing the moment, I spat another mouthful of blood while pushing upward with both arms, shoving the thing off me.