Chapter 90: 89, Inversion

89、Inversion (4K, 1/2)

In the underworld.

Those strange voices calling out to half-real lives vanished all at once.

Zhou Chang listened to Zhou Sanji’s warning, gripped the kite string tightly, and steadied his mind.

His gaze swept across each coffin.

The next moment, a fierce wind suddenly surged forth!

The wind blew open the lids of the coffins—inside, nothing but utter darkness, not a single corpse to be seen.

“Heh heh, your three sisters are quite interesting,” said the black-robed man with a knowing smile, watching Shangguan Buli and the now-distant Shangguan Buqi and Qingjing, who kept inadvertently helping him.

Lingyunzi and I didn’t spend much time together, but he was one of the very few who truly cared for me—he gave up his life to save us; how could I not be moved?

The one who claimed to be General Sima did not move; a general’s duty is to strategize from afar, not to handle every detail himself.

After hearing his reassurance, Shang Xunhuan wept like a dog in his arms, tears pouring down in a steady stream.

“You already agreed, so I don’t care!” Ling Xi laughed, her steps never slowing—within those few words, she had already climbed to the fourth platform, still looking as if she had plenty left in reserve.

Wu Hui, dazed after hearing his words, nodded absentmindedly; by the time he came to his senses, he was already far away.

In the Great Eternity Scripture, the Buddha Immortal King thoroughly organized and expounded all the mysteries of the Buddhist sutras, integrating them fully.

Twenty days later, the Wuya Zombie King had been struck over a hundred times by Chu Muwan, but his body was too strong to be killed.

Just as Chu Xun was pondering how to escape his troubles, Lin Xue turned her head, fixed her gaze tightly on him, and raised her right hand—Chu Xun’s heart skipped a beat.

“You’re yelling at me?” Dongfang Luoling had no intention of saying more, since separation was inevitable—but the thought of parting made her unable to resist wanting to say a few more words to Qin Zhantian, even if it was just to bicker.

Slowly opening her eyes, she let out a gentle yawn, her gaze still hazy, clearly just awakened.

“Did we arrive too late? Will the higher-ups blame us?” Bao Zhi worried that his own mistake might bring blame upon the General’s Mansion, his tone tense.

In fact, the clan chief had one Longevity Pill—but given her current condition, one pill would hardly help; if she took three or four together, perhaps her situation might improve.

He didn’t fancy her, wasn’t her enemy, and she wasn’t a spy—he simply couldn’t fathom why his brother had wasted so much effort investigating her down to the last detail.

Xue Ruqian set aside seventy thousand yuan, used the twenty-three thousand plus the twelve thousand his father had contributed to pay the down payment and various fees.

As for Zheng Yi, Ye Qing hoped to avoid him—there was too great a gap in their cultivation, and Zheng Yi had many demonic cultivator enemies; getting too entangled with him would do Ye Qing no good.

Su Chen felt the meager amount of blood qi within him, shook his head, forced his dizzy mind to stay clear, and staggered into the cave dwelling.

“When you get out, report to my cave dwelling!” Su Chen nodded, a faint smile appearing on his otherwise indifferent face.

“Leng Lie” could hardly contain his excitement and joy—he wasted no time, eager to go to J City for one final test.

“If I ever get the chance to go to Gao Yao Country, I’ll slaughter them all—kill every last one of these scum!” Lin Xiang said, his face brimming with murderous intent.

Just as Wen Lan was silently plotting her money-making scheme, two more customers entered the tavern.

So when the Elf Clan exchanged biological research data with him, Soester—who had previously held no clear direction—suddenly received inspiration, giving birth to this human corruption plan aimed at immortality.