Volume 1, Chapter 125: High-end interrogations often employ the most primitive methods.

As a high-ranking necromancer within the Scourge, tasked with accompanying an avatar of the Dreadlord Mal'Ganis on a critical mission to Stratholme, Salram naturally possessed more than a few tricks up his sleeve to ensure his survival.

"Hehe, welcome to the Institute of War!" Kennen chuckled, his words undoubtedly signaling the start of the "journey" for Alric and the others.

"If you can't do anything else, go haul ammunition; the Institute is about to break through!" The man shoved a crate of bullets firmly into Li Jingyun's hands.

Deng Dingkai immediately agreed, knowing this was his moment to shine. Without further ado, he strode directly toward the police car.

"Good grief, is this some alternate-world version of Romeo and Juliet? Wait, that doesn't seem right... or maybe it does?" Alric shook his head, but before he could say anything more, the doors to the bar were kicked open.

A flash of spiritual light streaked through the void. Liu Yansong’s mind stirred; he reached out to snatch it, and a message talisman instantly landed in his palm.

Gao Yuan stood up from the floor, breathing heavily as he stared at the emergency room door, praying for a doctor to emerge soon. Wang Ziyun walked over to Wang Fei to ask for the truth of the matter.

"You idiot... you scared me to death," Leona murmured softly while resting against the War Ghost's hair.

Proposed by Saint Tuss and supported by the seventy-two saints, the decision to posthumously promote Bishop Sui Feng-Er-Shi to Cardinal and grant him three days of mourning was approved by the Tribunal. The Tribunal verified his military exploits, commenting that the Bishop’s achievements were sufficient for promotion and that a posthumous honor was entirely fitting.

Duo'er felt as though her heart were about to leap out of her chest. Seeing the cars that were always within a hair's breadth of colliding, she could only squeeze her eyes shut.

"Very well, I understand." Tian Benchang bowed, then signaled for the carriage to depart. Sun Yuejuan smiled at Zhenniang, who nodded in return.

"Perhaps..." Annie replied sluggishly, fully engrossed in toying with the fan in her hand.

Without looking back, Zhao Rui splayed his fingers, and four flame-like bursts of internal energy instantly appeared in his palm.

The Tian family's methods were not yet fully apparent, but they had started as timber merchants and devoured several competitors in Huizhou to achieve their current wealth. Combined with their schemes regarding the tribute ink, their tactics were both ruthless and venomous.

He intensified his energy, and the entire hall was filled with the whistling sound of rushing power.

However, ordinary tourists and even average citizens could feel nothing; only those with keen instincts sensed the undercurrents swirling beneath the surface of the calm.

"Mother, things aren't as simple as you say. Even if one wants to strike it rich, one must rely on fate. As the old saying goes, 'When time comes, iron turns to gold; when time leaves, gold turns to iron.' It is worth a try, and besides, it would be good to visit Uncle and the others," Zhenniang replied.

Still, at this point, worrying was useless. They could only wait three days to see what the final outcome would be.

As the war progressed, everyone gradually realized the situation and began to commit their full strength to offense or defense. Furthermore, super-powered individuals finally appeared on the battlefield.

Clutching my bleeding hand, I retreated from the ward. Even after walking a long distance, I could still faintly hear Xu Zibo's weeping.

Li Qiang was not a combative man by nature; harmony had always been his guiding principle. However, he could not stand idly by while Guxing was severely wounded. Otherwise, he would be despised by the Immortal Realm, and he would have no face to see his masters, let alone command the ancient immortals of the Primal Realm.

I was with Zhao Meijia, and since our car was parked further inward, only three zombies were surrounding it.

I stroked my chin, appearing to be in deep thought or perhaps hesitation. After a long while, I spoke: "Tell Ji Yequan about the contribution rankings. And make sure his subordinates all understand the benefits of these rankings."

Lin Dayan was a third-generation "red" descendant, far beyond the reach of ordinary wealthy or official scions. Whoever bedded Lin Dayan wouldn't just be saving ten years of effort; they would be saving a hundred.

As for what would happen if they fell into the hands of that human gang, these people knew all too well. Just like those who had fallen into their own hands in the past, the enemy would surely cut off their heads and absorb the gray energy within them.

I found a KTV, walked in, and called Qiao Chu and Zhou Yusen separately. Zhou Yusen's call didn't go through, but Qiao Chu still had her phone on in the middle of the night. When she answered, I could hear she was already in a high state of excitement, so I told her to come sing, and to bring Zhou Yusen along.

With a familiar "thwack," the precious blade severed the neck of the mutated zombie dog without resistance, releasing a spray of green blood and ending the creature's life.

I was hesitating about how to tell Lu Jingzhong about the other flash drive when Li Zhengke was pushed out of the ward.

"This... souls arriving from the Mortal Realm usually appear in one of three areas: the Dark Domain Black Water, the Heaven-Severing Cliff, or the Flower Dream Valley. If the Manor Lord wishes to find a soul from the Mortal Realm, I fear it will be quite difficult!" the kneeling soul replied thoughtfully.

"I am laughing at your bald-faced lies. I am clearly Chinese, yet you insist on labeling me as some Japanese. Are you trying to insult me?" Zhao Wuji stared sharply at Park Yuan-xi, his voice cold.

By the time Yang Yifeng returned home that night, it was already past midnight. It went without saying that he had been drinking alone to mourn his long-standing, bitter unrequited love.

After the two guys fell, they crawled back up to fight. After being knocked down several times, they finally stopped getting up.

Suddenly, a pair of purple wings slowly unfurled from Yuqi's back. They were exactly like the pair belonging to Zining. It was a seed of energy that Ling Feng had planted within her body.

"Are you the owner of that painting?" the person asked, frowning slightly with visible displeasure.

"What, a thousand boxes? Can you even sell them all?" The cost of one box of sanitary pads was 240 yuan, and the profit from reselling it was 1,200 yuan. Two hundred boxes would yield a profit of 240,000 yuan. Han Yunfan felt that it would take a long time to sell all of those.

Sun Jingqi heard footsteps stop at the door, lingering for a long time before fading away.

As Han Yunfan expected, the car could not enter Jiutou Village. There were too many people on the road, and it could only be parked in the wasteland by the roadside.

The old lady looked at Mingxiu and said, "Xiuer, you start first." Regardless of everything, Mingxiu's status was at least somewhat higher than Aunt Xiang's.