Chapter 155

153, INVESTIGATION (4K, 1/1)

Inside Zhou Chang’s third eye.

A strand of black thought-thread wrapped the red filament from the ‘Plague and Mourning God’s Relic,’ forming a pitch-black cocoon.

The moment the cocoon formed, torrents of karmic miasma surged across Zhou Chang’s skin, converging toward his third eye, soaking into the black cocoon—

At the cocoon’s apex, fine red filaments trembled gently, like tender sprouts breaking through their shells.

The tip of that sprout was touched by the rolling karmic miasma in an instant.

The convenience store’s door was tightly shut, as if it had no intention of doing business.

“Alright, alright, I agree—when have I ever refused you?” Yue Ming now spoke like soothing a child, and Wei Renwu had become childlike himself—who had turned him into one?

According to Yu Hai’s parting advice, the full-scale war would erupt within half a month at most, and Fortress Jia-3 was highly likely to become the barbarians’ main point of attack.

Wait—Wei Renwu noticed not everything in the room had been moved; one thing remained, something unremarkable.

“Yes.” The Demon King answered, glancing at Yue Li, who had turned her head away, ignoring him.

“So now what? Go home?” Yuan Jing didn’t want to spend another cent on Wei Renwu.

“Think clearly—right now, if I wanted your life, it would take only a blink.” Ming Xiangyuan pleaded earnestly; whether her words were sincere or not, Li Luoxuan would never surrender.

As expected, the moment Ma Han finished speaking, the man’s eyes brightened—but he clearly didn’t believe easily, so he said nothing.

When they reached the Zhou family gate, Xiao Gang was waiting; Zhui Feng carried the two children effortlessly.

At this moment, only wealthy and powerful CEOs could speak with He Bazhi; ordinary companies weren’t even qualified, and some marginal figures didn’t even know who He Bazhi was.

The farewell at the pavilion need not be detailed; sorrow and parting grief gradually faded as the sun sank and the caravan dwindled into the distance.

Du Zhenxi’s starlike eyes suddenly widened; thunderclaps cracked through her chaotic mind, shattering her fragmented dream-images into a cascade of sparks that coalesced into a bizarre vision.

Though Bai Shu wasn’t from Nandu, since Shen Yanbing had extended the invitation, Bai Shu naturally wouldn’t spoil the occasion by refusing.

She had hated the wrong person for over a decade—yet the one she should have hated was her own brother, her closest kin. How could she bear this truth?

“I know you won’t sell such a treasure—so let’s discuss properly what we previously mentioned about cooperation,” Qin Shuangling said urgently.

After they left, she got up, seething inside—she too thought: Thank goodness I hadn’t mentioned this to anyone.

“She cast you into dishonor, yet you still defend her?” Ji Gongsheng asked.

“I don’t know yet—the Count sent me to summon Master Shi back to the Zheng residence to take charge!” the attendant said.

I walked here lost in thought, but when I reached a spot that felt right, I looked back—and couldn’t recall a single thought from the journey; the only thing I remembered was that eerie image that had made me break into cold sweat.

“This is the place Qi Hui and Xiangxiang cared about most—and the people they cared about most.” Shen Yan stepped forward, noticing the bruise on Xi Niang’s hanging arm; her brow tightened.

But for now, Xia Mo still planned to try normally first, then decide—there’s still time; whether this counts as cheating is up to each person’s judgment.

“If this truly is a Ganba from the Black Sea Hell City, the matter is grave,” Long Tengyi said, worried. The Ganba was connected to the Soul-Eater inside Jue’er—no wonder Jue’er had acted so strangely today.