Chapter 255: 012 Stealing Home

WeChat grew quietly on campus.

As for how well it was growing, Liu Jiankai believed this required on-site visits.

He not only went to campus himself to observe, but also assigned subordinates to collect information from different schools, and monitored online forums for news about WeChat.

Reviews on the Android app market and iOS App Store had been reviewed; 90% were positive, but it was hard to estimate user numbers, only roughly placing them in a flexible range of “hundreds of thousands.”

It was this matter after all—it had startled him greatly. Haifeng had originally thought Ye Lan knew some other terrifying truth, but he couldn’t rule out that Ye Lan was testing him, so in the end, Haifeng simply gave a confirming reply.

At this moment, Lei Xiu looked extremely weak; even Kuang Ying had suddenly vanished from his hand. This made Ye Lan realize that Lei Xiu’s condition was likely grim.

That afternoon, an unremarkable Beijing off-road Jeep departed Jingcheng, heading straight northwest. By evening, it had reached the vast, desolate grasslands beyond the pass. The sky loomed like a lid; the grasses were golden and green, and an endless highway stretched endlessly toward the northwest, with no sign of an end.

After leaving Huang Tinggui Pavilion Inn, Fan Zhao remembered Fang Huacuo’s words: “Do not alter history.” He muttered to himself: “I haven’t altered history, have I?” Fan Zhao pondered again and again, but could not recall what had happened to Huang Tinggui in the original history, so he gave up.

Entering the ward, he saw Ding Qiu’s family already waiting inside; beside the hospital bed stood Director Huang and Director Zhang, along with two or three elderly doctors in white coats.

At this moment, Lei Xiu, seeing them arrive, finally let out a breath of relief. After all, during this time, Lei Xiu had constantly worried they might encounter ghosts on the road; now that they were safe, nothing else mattered.

One sentence left the immortals pale. Some looked at Liu Zongyuan, some at Lang Yu, and others at the sword.

“She is my subordinate. The Demon Lord ordered me to punish her; I already subjected her to a thousand years of wind punishment in the clouds. She is now utterly mangled. I have come to take her away.” Xueye’s demeanor radiated unyielding immortal pride.

Hearing this, Tan Jiajia fell silent and followed Lin Ran forward.

“How dare you!” Xiao Bi San growled. The one who drew the blade could be no one but that mad youth from the afternoon—truly audacious, daring to strike right under Heita’s nose.

If Wang Meng had not been so confident and had not rushed to flee, but instead drawn the zombies toward him, Qin Feixue and the others would have died without doubt.

But who could have expected that the former “Hua” family’s eldest daughter was so formidable? She effortlessly swept the matter aside; Anxiang Pavilion rose to prominence on the ruins of the “Hua” family’s spice shop, becoming the top establishment in Zhaozhou.

While he lavished endless thanks on Mao Renfeng for his care, he did not realize this was the most effective way for a powerful figure to ensure his own safety: bathing and changing clothes were all under the watch of his own men, and no one who met Mao Renfeng could possibly conceal any weapon.

This was a farewell amid battle, a hero’s parting ceremony of their era. The heroes had grown old; only Old Jin remained as the sole witness to the history of their pilots. Old Jin’s eyes grew moist.

Hundreds of village heads gathered before Shi Xiong, rubbing their hands, eager to ask when Li Yu would arrive but too hesitant to speak, instead staring intently at this Celestial-level powerhouse.

“Fool, still calling me Boss? From now on, you’re my boss—the boss of Zhan Shan Hong. My man. You can’t talk like that anymore. You must become a great hero. Only then will you be worthy of me, Zhan Shan Hong.” Zhan Shan Hong, indeed, had a free-spirited nature; once she accepted Tie Xing, she truly accepted him.