Chapter 177

174, Debt (8K, 1/1)

“Ghost, ghost!”

“Specialist Yang, there’s a ghost outside the door!”

“Momo came to find me!”

“Momo came to collect the debt!”

Xu Xiangfei, lying on the hospital bed, widened his eyes, a layer of cold sweat coating his forehead.

He stared fixedly at the observation window on the ward door, through which he saw the long-haired ghost in the opposite Room 303, dressed in the same patient gown and drenched in blood, pressing her entire face against the glass.

He had been brought back from thousands of miles away by Lu Shenbei; when he told him he wanted to confront Fu Huaijun, he had tried hard to help him.

Or had he already entered into some secret agreement with the other side, using it as leverage?

When a late-stage Sky-Piercing cultivator is corrupted, his strength surges dramatically, reaching at least the peak of Sky-Piercing.

Jiang Mengyun’s question was rhetorical; she didn’t expect an answer. Duo’er stared with eyes full of venom, as if wanting to carve her into a thousand pieces—undoubtedly, if she could still move freely, she would never be this still.

His previous company was in Zhonghai; recently, he wanted to return to Lincity to develop his career, so he joined the headhunting program.

Tell Fang Xu that he himself has some connections with these traffickers, and that he possesses evidence of their crimes.

Jiang Mengyun’s mood improved further; she hadn’t seen her father or brothers in days. This time, the Second Prince of Liang personally led the campaign, forcing Da Ning into repeated retreats. Her father, as commander-in-chief, bore immense pressure, but recently the situation had improved—he had won several more battles.

The girl was naturally simple-minded, and now that she had lost one soul, her reasoning ability was diminished; she naturally believed every word her father said.

“Fortunately, your people seem to have focused specifically on disinfecting and caring for her. You must have others here just like her!” Lin Chen said seriously.

Watching Jiang Muxiao nod obediently, her face filled with fear, Lisa finally left with a haughty air.

His expression was no longer as calm as at the start of the battle—he looked serious, even grim. Since eliminating two enemy charge leaders at the battle’s outset, he had not shown himself again; his appearance here was clearly not by choice—he was here because he was forced.

“This…” the old fox hadn’t expected the instructor to care so much—this wasn’t the behavior of a superior officer. He didn’t know what else to say.

“How could that be? Is he alive or dead? Injured or what? There should be some news!” Ji Qing blurted out anxiously.

Su Haoran had graduated from a prestigious university; he understood at once and nearly jumped out of his seat.

The middle-aged man’s words carried too much information. Three-feather Black Feather Guards—what was “three-feather”? Were they serving the training camp?

After they took their seats, the gymnasium doors opened, and competitors from Fengyun, Mingli, Qingyang, and Qingteng Middle Schools entered amid thunderous cheers from the entire crowd.

Because those skills and techniques were only truly taught once one joined the Special Warfare Brigade.

As the old woman bowed her head and wept, Li Keying’s nose grew sharp with sorrow; he couldn’t help telling her where Yang Kun was now and what he did every day.

Nezha’s flames surged again; his eyes vanished, replaced by two white banners of fire. The Wind-Fire Wheels beneath his feet shot forward, transforming into two dragons of white-hot flame as they struck Ao Bing.

He immediately led everyone off the helicopter and rushed toward the reported location.

“Xiao Xiao, is Han Ge okay?” Ye Sheng had returned to his parents’ home last night and heard from his father that a mudslide had occurred near Yi Han, and that Yi Han had been deliberately lured into the disaster zone before it happened.

At the instant Bosch completed his dunk, Nowitzki, chasing from behind, struck the “Dragon King’s” arm. The referee didn’t miss the foul—today’s officials were unusually strict. Who knew if the league was scheming behind the scenes again? After all, an early Finals conclusion hurt the league’s revenue.