Chapter 129: Rebirth

I darted about like a headless fly, crashing in every direction, yet I could not escape the radius of a few dozen meters around the stone table. An invisible wall seemed to block my path, preventing me from advancing even a fraction further. I glanced around to see that the Young Saint and Old Man Limp had already vanished into the depths of the dense woods.

Once they were gone, the bluestone path we had traveled earlier suddenly appeared before me. Burning with anxiety, I took Young Master Huang and sprinted toward the wooden cabin built by the Ehuang Spring.

Fatty Zuo was just...

"This is your last chance. I will count to ten." Tao Jingping’s tone remained as still as an ancient well, yet it carried a biting chill that made one wary and forced to take him seriously.

"Do you really think I’m a god? I’ll give you the information tomorrow." Although I could find clues through the entry and exit records of City A from these past few days, it would still take time to investigate thoroughly.

At this very moment, in the Western Market, just one ward north of Chonghua Ward, Liuli was smiling as she asked for directions. Finally, she spotted the four characters "Ruyi Tie-Dyed Fabrics" hanging near a storefront. She let out a long sigh of relief, and her back, usually slightly hunched, gradually straightened.

How could this be? Have I lost my voice? I slowly descended, but was suddenly blocked by the glowing items on the bodies of Zhou Yi and Shen Yuan; I could not get near them.

Yet, I still felt a pang of regret in my heart—if we went back, it would be difficult to enjoy our time as a couple again.

Zhong Li could not help but speak up. Future warfare is an intelligent, hypersonic conflict that builds upon mechanized subsonic and information-based sonic warfare. While there are many factors in achieving victory, it is no longer the case that a rifle-wielding soldier is responsible for everything.

"I don't know how to tell you right now, but I will explain it to you later. For now, you should go back! An Zhihua is holding Grandma’s funeral this time just to lure you out!" Avoiding his gaze, she lowered her head and spoke.

Linlang glanced at her shackled wrists, the icy cold seeping from her skin into her flesh. She curled her lips and turned her wrists slightly.

After nightfall, under Father Jin’s reassurance, the guests managed to offer some polite pleasantries before standing up to leave.

Li Hong was notoriously difficult; it was no surprise that he would say such things. Moreover, he was not wrong—if bandits were causing chaos in the region and the garrison was spread too thin, a local official could petition the provincial administration to recruit local militia to protect the people.

He had finally found his father, only to be dragged into this complicated situation. At the same time, his father told him that while he could grant him this influence, he was not to take another man’s wife.

The leader watched with cold eyes. Once the room was arranged to look like a suicide, he led his men away quietly.

Yin Ruojun felt a jolt. Lin Jiahao was right; he had let his guard down earlier because he saw Yu Ke looking helpless and unskilled. But then again, even if he hadn’t been careless, he still would have been no match for Yu Ke.

Zhang Fusheng lowered his head even further. The head that once refused to bow to anything now recoiled before the pressures of life.

"Withered Zen Hand!" he whispered. With a flick of his wrist, a tyrannical force of vital energy condensed into a massive, hideous grey-white skeletal hand.

Once this video was made public, the enthusiasm of all the fans was ignited, and the levels of anticipation and popularity soared to a fever pitch.

However, while Wu Song was still in a state of excitement, Su Yi had already departed. Just as he reached the foot of the mountain, he glanced at the parked car and slowly opened the door.

The snake ran toward the village, which made Chu Fan feel certain: these snakes were, as expected, likely being raised by someone.

"If she scolds you, you should just quit." Wu Qingyuan pulled my hand over, his eyes fixed steadily on my stomach.

"It went something like, 'Old friends in Ninghai, leave and return again.' Sigh, it was all just incoherent gibberish anyway, so I didn't take it to heart!" the shopkeeper said.