Chapter 86

85, the Netherworld (4K, 1/2)

Zhou Chang lay on his back inside the coffin.

The darkness surrounding the coffin chamber enveloped him layer by layer, suddenly filling him with a tranquil sense of being within the womb.

The voices of people outside grew fainter, but with his current senses, hearing those subtle whispers was no challenge for Zhou Chang.

——He heard the brief exchange between Zhou Sanji and Yang Rui.

Zhou Chang paid no attention.

In this life, Zhou Sanji was his nominal

“Not unpleasant.” Su Ci lowered her eyes; she wanted to step back, but the boy virus gave her no chance.

Han Chengfeng had no faith in those two detectives, and moreover, it wasn’t even clear if they were detectives at all.

Yet when they checked the previous IV records, the group found no abnormalities in the patient, indicating the prescription and drug ratios were correct—so why had something gone wrong this time?

The sound struck like a blow to Lin Shen’s heart; he truly didn’t know Gu Sheng’s condition, and now he regretted not paying closer attention—had he done so, he might have been able to help in a critical moment.

The tallest building students at Zhu Yue University could enter was the Foreign Languages College in the Qilin District. The Foreign Languages College bordered the “Heilongjiang”—no one knew what this river was truly called, but it was perpetually dark, and in summer it even emitted a foul odor.

Even after the camera ended, Qing Guo remained immersed; from the upward curve of Wu Xiguo’s lips, the situation seemed optimistic.

Even though he earned the title of Second Under Heaven in the final battle of the last Martial Arts Championship.

Morning should have been quiet, but for Qingyun students it was lively; the annual class tournament drew attention not only from first-years but also many second-years.

Lu Yanjin lifted his wrist to check the time, his fingers brushing the rim of the coffee cup, silent.

Han Yanyue walked ahead, clearly familiar with the place; she took the back entrance instead of the back entrance—obviously, she didn’t want to be seen by Ling Ziyao and my sister, who were chatting in the living room.

“Could it be that they’re the kingpins of rumors?” Qu Zichong’s mind was muddled, unable to sort his thoughts, asking whatever came to mind.

Over the years, the Navy Headquarters has only given Qian Jie meals from the cafeteria; Qian Jie has long kept thirty million Berries at home, untouched—isn’t that enough?

“What? Did I delay his saving of Elder Wei?” Zeng Zimo, standing nearby, froze, pointing at himself.

The white man’s pressing hands halted; one second later, his eyes bulged, then—puff—he spat out a gush of blood.

“Nonsense. You dare call this a fair fight? You, eighth-level cultivators, fighting me—where’s the fairness? If you’ve got guts, suppress your power to mid-seventh level, and I’ll punch your skulls to pulp!” As he spoke, Mei Ying charged forward again, aiming another punch.

Bad—Rao Peier’s sweater had just snagged here; if she walked on like this, wouldn’t the sweater unravel all along the way? When she reached her destination, facing a crowd of reporters and cameras, wouldn’t she make a fool of herself—or worse, end up topless?

“Is he a power user? Since you once captured him, couldn’t you just throw him into the sea?” Qian Jie asked, puzzled.

Meanwhile, the patriarch of the Qin family was observing the expression of the Wu patriarch, pondering whether the Wu family was behind this.

He hurriedly took a shower in another bathroom; when he came out, Su Rong was already waiting in bed.

At present, Chen Han’s name had been erased from Canglong University due to Chen Yan’s sabotage.

A figure surged forward through the dust, arms outstretched diagonally, like a bird soaring through the sky.

But he had unintentionally offended him, and moreover, the Elmer family had been in dire straits since Kenneth’s death.