Chapter 183: 180. White Bone Yakshā Visualization Form (6K, 1/1)

180. White Bone Yakshā Visualization Form (6K, 1/1)

"No."

Zhou Chang shook his head, his gaze drifting toward the RV window.

A familiar figure was walking over from the parking lot entrance.

"The members of the special investigation team who were responsible for watching over Xu Xiangfei at the time—Yang Mingrui, Qin Xiaokui, and the rest—have all become 'the disappeared.'"

Zhou Chang watched that familiar figure heading toward the RV, and as he rolled down the driver's-side window, he said to Song Jia, "But the first one we saw 'disappear' in the video—"

"Beast! How dare you still act vicious!" Long Xing waved his hand, and the Zhangtian Ruler shot out a streak of jade-green light that sent the Poison Sand Tribe warrior flying, though it did not kill him.

So much so that in history, there is a term that calls Nassau of this period the "Pirate Republic."

"Flame Word Art!" Long Xing growled low. Lotus-shaped flames ignited in both his eyes, and he struck a palm onto the cube formed by the Heavenly Emperor's Treasure Seal. The golden seal-script characters on the Heavenly Emperor's Seal actually turned transparent, allowing one to clearly see the scene within.

Zhou Ning's gaze changed instantly; she believed that with something so easily verified, the other party would not lie to her.

"Don't even think about it! There's no way I'm going back into that gray fog." Black Wolf immediately objected. She had already developed a psychological shadow from that patch of gray fog, and even if White Wolf asked her, she did not want to agree.

The next instant, the Commander's body shot like a cannonball toward the gap between the eight warriors and the pursuing Poison Sand Tribe.

That ancient sage also stepped into the heavens, intending to slay the Heavenly Dao—but he succeeded. After slaying the heavens, he withdrew from the world once his merit was complete. This is also the origin of the name of the Heaven-Slaying Sword, the very sword the Sword Master now殉s with his body.

"Since you're a guest, why not sit together?" Zhang Zhiqiang said to Qin Ting with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, his inner vigilance rising considerably.

In the end, Ning Ye could only, with a heart full of trepidation, push open the door and head toward True Dragon my lord, silently praying all the while that True Dragon my lord would go easy on him next.

Qian Qian and Liu Yu did not refuse. One of them had been busy fighting fierce ghosts, the other had been turned around in circles all night by a ghost wall; both were already so hungry their chests stuck to their backs. If not for the mountain of homework still pressing down on them, Qian Qian and Liu Yu would have wanted to drop everything, eat their fill, and go straight to sleep.

"How could you know? As far as I know, every ninja or operative who handled this matter should have been wiped out. Even if you dispatched elite special-operations forces to act jointly with the Anbu ninja, you shouldn't have been able to uncover the truth of the matter." Shimura Danzo asked, his face full of puzzlement.

"Sasuke, you don't need to be like this." Uzumaki Nai had, at some unknown moment, already taken a stand in the corner of the room; a chakra chain flew from her finger and dangled the headless Mizuki in midair.

Back when she and Situ Xuan had been planning to cooperate on a boxing-gym business, Situ Dinglihua had come to their door late one night to make trouble.

The middle-aged man first swung his sword and knocked away the broken blade, but by the time he tried to thrust at Liu Ye Fei again, Liu Ye Fei had already closed the distance to his body.

"Uncle, your nephew lost his composure a moment ago. May I ask, Uncle, do you now know who launched the attack?" Sun Quan regained his composed expression.

Nonsense! Qian Qian kept her head down, poking at the ribs in her lunchbox, thinking with a touch of gloom: Big Sis here used to take the math program twice, it's just that it's been too long since she was in school and she forgot, that's all. As long as she's willing to buckle down and study hard, picking it back up is just a matter of minutes.

That day, suddenly carriages and horses arrived in a flurry, bringing quite a few burly, strangely dressed men—gold rings in their ears, braids at the backs of their heads. A big-bearded vendor selling colorful trinkets by the road, when asked, learned they were attendants of an official of Liao. He seemed to be seeing such a sight for the first time too; he just watched the spectacle and even abandoned his business.

"The guest who booked the place today is her?" A flash of vicious sharpness crossed Shimotomatsu E's eyes as he resumed handling the ingredients.

In the first round, Liu Ye Fei faced a middle-aged swordsman who was not from any famous sect; his swordsmanship was plain and unremarkable, and Liu Ye Fei defeated him within five moves.