Chapter 57: No More Ties Between Us

The houses were rather low, and even the rooftops of the multistory buildings were filled with filth and dilapidation, looking as though they had not been repaired for a very long time, with many unauthorized shanties built haphazardly around them.

Xiao Xiuying forced these words out with difficulty, desperately wrapping her arms around herself in an attempt to salvage a shred of safety.

The sudden change happened at that very moment. The Second Prince abruptly opened his eyes, raised his hand, and shot a hidden arrow from his sleeve straight toward the Emperor.

"Huh?" Hearing this sound, Ding Lei felt it sounded somewhat familiar. Moreover, judging by the tone of the conversation, this Director Ding himself did not seem to be much of a high-ranking official.

Sabotaging a military marriage was a crime punishable by imprisonment, and furthermore, both of them were military personnel. If this charge were truly substantiated, their entire lives would be ruined. To throw away their futures for a married man or out of spite for someone they disliked—they simply did not possess that kind of reckless daring.

In the vast universe, anything is possible. Since even supernatural entities like the twilight evil spirit puppets existed, Chen Kui felt he would certainly not be surprised should any other bizarre occurrences manifest.

Who was Zhang Rang? He was a profoundly formidable and seasoned old monster who had served by the Emperor's side for so long; what kind of schemes and plots had he not witnessed? The moment he saw Jia Xu's expression, he promptly dismissed his attendants, leaving only the two of them in the main hall.

The economy around here was not particularly developed, and this restaurant was likely considered a relatively high-end establishment. However, none of that was the crux of the matter. The critical point was whether this legendary VIP customer of this diner or Western restaurant might harbor malicious intentions toward him here.

Furthermore, Liu Tianhao had not even brought out all of Zhongshan's available military forces; he wished to avoid further drawing attention. Low-profile development was the absolute truth.

By this time, Lin Fengjin had very decisively resorted to body language, slamming a five-thousand-liang silver note onto the table. As the saying goes, fine wine flushes the face and wealth stirs the heart; these two disciples instantly fell silent like gourds with their mouths sewn shut, casting their gazes entirely toward their master.

"What is it? Missing your grandfather again?" Zhang Mo also noticed the youth's anomaly and asked right away.

Ying was afraid I would be overworked, so as soon as Lanling left, she hurried over to wait on me. Ying is a wonderful helper. Putting aside how she serves me tea and tends to my needs, she is also clever, frequently offering timely insights when I get bogged down in overthinking things. These past few days of creation, I've simply loved having her sit by my side; even when we aren't speaking, just having her there brings a sense of comfort to my heart.

The virtual Earth's legal system operated in real-time, rendering verdicts in mere seconds. The American was teleported straight to the police station to enjoy his punishment, though he should actually be grateful to Jiang Li—had Jiang Li not resorted to violent means against him, his detention period would have been even longer.

Morereye lifted his left hand, and an iron ball larger than a human head flew toward Leslie like a cannonball, while his right hand pressed against the ground to leverage himself back to his feet.

Just as the two were whispering to each other, a shop assistant named Serge emerged from the inner room carrying a tray laden with tea and pastries.

Though the power inherited from his mother was terrifying, she was merely wielding it at a zero-proficiency level, which was utterly negligible compared to the person before him who had already maxed out his proficiency.

A brief moment later, they saw five or six large carts rapidly pushed out from behind them, blocking the road horizontally. These were immediately set ablaze; the carts appeared to be packed with highly flammable and combustible materials, bursting into fierce flames that spread toward the residential houses on both sides, successfully cutting off their retreat route.

"Indeed. For Wangxin, I would not hesitate even to die. Wangxin is the pride of the Grandson family; those useless sons of mine pale terribly in comparison to her," said Grandson Qianye.

"It's me, Luofei, I'm back," a soft voice came, followed by a gentle hand caressing her face.

Some of the young people, hailing from immortal-cultivating families, had already undergone simple tests before coming here, and thus excitement showed clearly on their faces.

Rejuvenation treatment could heal wounds without leaving a trace, and could even reattach a person cut cleanly into two halves.

"Since they're giving it to you, just take it. Hurry inside and sit down!" Han Shan spoke up, breaking the awkward atmosphere.

Long Xuan nodded, a faint smile involuntarily rising in his heart. The killing intent of "Bloodthirst" was simply too overwhelming; even he found it somewhat difficult to endure, let alone Long Shisan, whose strength was inferior to his.

"That was a clone." Seeing that the beam of light had already flown far away, Luoming did not conceal the fact—though he did omit a few crucial details.

First Floor: Elite Undead Soldier: Requires 500,000 damage points to summon, summoning 2 to 3 units each time. Can be summoned infinitely. Elite Undead Soldiers have no time limit on their existence, but have a health limit, disappearing upon changing maps or death.

"Haha, I wouldn't dare," Fugaku laughed, then pulled open the door to let Mitokado Homura exit the room first.

Hearing this, Mitokado Homura was momentarily startled. Given his understanding of Fugaku, these words should not be a lie, meaning all of this was purely a coincidence?

At that moment, Qingcheng lay flat on the ground, slowly closing his eyes as he looked up at the starlit sky, drifting off to sleep. Today truly was a wonderful day, wouldn't you say, Lao Bai?

At this thought, Zheng Yu could not help but feel a lingering sense of dread. It was not out of fear for offending Wei Changqing's dignity, but rather because of his own train of thought—since when had he turned into such a person?

After roughly ten minutes or so, wailing and crying finally echoed through the airport. All dangers had been lifted, and the heavy loads in the passengers' hearts were finally set down. The emotions of surviving a catastrophe defied words and could only be expressed through tears.