Chapter 259: Peeling Away the Layers

Tong Qin led the way, walking to the door of the kitchen and pushing open the slightly ajar wooden door.

Inside, a fat, white monk was bustling before the stove; at the sound, he turned with a look of surprise.

“Brother is steaming man cakes,” Tong Qin said, glancing at the pot.

Man cakes are man tou, or steamed buns; in the Central Plains they are now called chui bing.

“Steaming man cakes,” Zhao Ti nodded. “The rations are decent.”

Tong Qin said: “Young master, don’t misunderstand—this temple is poor, and what we use is not…”

Dolores suddenly screamed, her lips twitching; her stunningly beautiful and alluring face twisted violently, white skin sprouting streaks of black and yellow wrinkles, her once-beautiful features crammed together into something grotesque.

Finally, the last safe zone spawned—at the northernmost point from Lin Wan’s position. Logically, this was the worst possible location for her. But Lin Wan, seeing this, slightly curled her smooth lips into a seductive yet chilling smile.

The first path is through Empress Dowager Cui; the Empress Dowager never much liked having me enter the palace, and she would not repeatedly delay my arrival. Now that she’s acting this way, she’s surely more wary of me. Once I take the second path, she’ll likely harden her opposition completely.

This guard’s comprehension is quite good, Shen Feng nodded confidently, then turned and hurried away from this dangerous place.

Li Tiezhu could understand human speech, but he found it utterly baffling—it was still somewhat hot in October, and he was bare-chested, practicing fist techniques in his own home; who did it bother?

Meanwhile, Killer Shura stepped forward, sand around him coalescing into a wave that slammed forward ferociously.

He longed to know: how many died in that “clan-erasing vengeance”? What horrific scene had unfolded?

Rodil, holding a handkerchief to his nose, complained bitterly to the mining company’s men beside him.

So, Qian Yigui suffered these past two or three years—she brought it on herself. She couldn’t muster the strength to stand up, yet expected others to help her? Dream on.

That afternoon, the wind ceased and the snow stopped; the sky grew bright. Guo Honglei and the others gradually recovered, bored out of their minds, and began practicing fist and footwork in the courtyard.

“You really understand? That’s hard to grasp—I’ve lived this long and only just now realized it!” Duan couldn’t help saying.

In the distance ahead, a faint glow burned quietly, like a dim candle in the dark.

Zhang Chen seized the moment, withdrawing the mental force binding the leopards’ legs; the twenty leopards bolted as if their hindquarters were on fire, fleeing desperately toward the perimeter—straight into the precise firing range of the surrounding guards.

The cave entrance was two meters wide and about two point six meters high; dozens of steps descended from the opening to a depth of over ten meters, ending in a leftward turn—what lay inside remained unknown. It was unlikely to be neat; there would surely be some Japanese soldiers’ bones, perhaps also those of local natives.

Holding Blatt, Anne leapt from underground, coldly surveying the crowd. Jing Yi Yao was the first to lose her composure; with a spray of glistening ice shards, she charged at Anne. At the same moment, Leifel also darted forward, targeting Anne.

The old man appeared to be only around sixty, even younger than Li Song, but from Li Song’s words, it was clear the old man was far older—already considered absolute seniority in the Galactic Alliance, whose average age remained only in their teens or twenties.

The Blood Hammer shattered into scattered crimson hues against Bai Shuo’s skull, yet not a single hair on Bai Shuo was disturbed.

“Madman Guan! Today is your death day!” Deputy Sun suddenly burst into loud laughter from afar—so many soldiers had died; someone had to take the blame.