Chapter 198: 195、Ghost Passenger (4K, 1/2)

195、Ghost Passenger (4K, 1/2)

Tap, tap…

The sound of high heels striking the pavement echoed through the empty Baifu Li community.

A woman with long hair cascading over her shoulders, dressed in a silk nightgown, walked slowly through the silent neighborhood, her legs encased in glossy silk stockings, stepping in red high heels.

The silk nightgown accentuated her graceful figure; her long, silk-clad legs glowed under the streetlights.

If any passerby had been present, they would have been struck at once

This surprised Yang Chao, then he laughed—he laughed at himself, wondering how he’d become so indecisive lately.

Since it hadn’t fully set and couldn’t be fried or stir-fried, someone tried mixing saltwater with vegetable juice and eating it that way. People were delighted to find this method tasted even fresher and more delicious than fried tofu, and soon the dish spread from mouth to mouth—“soft tofu pudding” entered folk cuisine.

In truth, this treaty merely encouraged Boman to attack Milan City—it was clear enough: it told Boman, “Go ahead and take Milan; I’ll handle Rom City.” In reality, it was only meant to distract Rom City’s attention, preventing it from turning its focus toward New Troy City.

The Emperor not only promoted her rank, but all the other imperial consorts and concubines sent congratulatory gifts—suddenly, Lu Chengwan, once utterly neglected, became the most sought-after woman in the palace.

Having spent many years in the palace, Chunyan and Chunshui had long learned to act more than speak, never meddling in matters that weren’t their business.

Bo Yi leaned forward, grabbed her seatbelt, and drew so close his face was inches from hers—she could see the fine pores on his skin, his complexion truly lived up to the saying, “A gentleman as refined as jade,” but whether he was truly “one of a kind,” she didn’t know.

“They were right here just now. When you go over, they should be within this range,” Horioka Sion pointed on the map.

Du Yanhang and Lisa spoke the same point almost simultaneously; they exchanged glances and understood each other’s intent.

They didn’t wait long—after about ten seconds, Wang Dong and Wu Zi’s expressions finally changed: from blank indifference to stunned surprise, then to pure delight.

“There are other people here? I haven’t even dressed yet!” the peach tree immediately said. Before Lu Yuan and the others could react, the tree erupted in wild growth—branches surged outward, and peaches sprouted thickly, completely shielding its main trunk, leaving no gap.

Wang Ze stared grimly at the two corpses before him—they’d been found out in the wild. All the Star Academy students wore somber faces; their classmates, alive just two days ago, now lay dead in the wilderness. The expressions frozen on their faces betrayed terror—as if they’d seen something horrific before dying.

The blueprint the other party had given him—the super-silent system for the combat aircraft—had finally succeeded after months of research and testing. This breakthrough marked a major milestone in aviation history, especially after the apocalypse, directly reversing humanity’s disadvantage in aerial combat.

Qiu Chen suddenly raised his sword to block—a fist nearly a meter in diameter slammed toward him.

My heart sank. I realized: every time he mentioned something first, it was always official business—or at least something good—but the “by the way” part was always his real goal.

“Yes. Among the mortals, you are indeed the fifth to pass.” The voice actually answered.

Duan Shuai was no man who forced others beyond their limits; he merely sighed. But Zhang Xiao’s demonic cultivation reignited Duan Shuai’s ambition once more.

A bad premonition rose in his heart. Jue Xin quickly opened the map on his spatial communicator—the two signals, long since vanished, had reappeared.