Chapter 133: The Sealing of Yudu is Over

All the beings invited by Qiao Jia, whether human or monster, had arrived.

Regardless of whether they came to watch the spectacle or to genuinely offer assistance, out of respect for Qiao Jia, the attendance was remarkably complete.

Even the vampires, who had recently been at odds with Qiao Jia, sent several princes, and their sage appeared openly as well.

Every single entity gathered outside the gates of Yudu!

Meanwhile, the malevolent entities within Yudu seemed to know what Qiao Jia intended to do today, surging...

"Listen! Of course I'll listen!" Lin Xiaotian said, though his gaze showed not the slightest intention of restraint.

After a brief period of treatment, Chen Chuyi's bloodless face finally regained some color. After his mother fed him some medicine, she sat on the sofa with a solemn expression.

While waiting at a stop, a black car drove past her. The driver's side window was rolled down, and as she glanced over inadvertently, she was surprised to see Lu Zihao.

Hearing Pan Mei and Zhang Ya's crying, Heidan faced the direction of the village, weeping as he dropped to his knees with a heavy thud.

By then, if he had nothing left, Pei Yijin could easily seize him by the throat.

Zhao Wei walked over to interrupt the two people whispering in the corner. Earlier, she and Chen Kun were catching up on old times, Si Chen was on the phone with a friend, Zhen Zidan was staring at her phone doing goodness knows what, while the remaining Qiao Nuan and Sun Li were hiding in the corner talking about something, completely unaware even when the staff members came to call them.

Lu Zihao gazed at her, his dark pupils reflecting her dazed face, where even the rippling, startled moisture in her eyes was clearly visible.

The person sitting at the desk slowly stood up, removed their headphones, turned to look at him, and with a smile, had someone bring over an extra pair of headphones to hand to him.

With a low hum, the Buddhist Affinity Formation was finally activated, and I rapidly catalyzed the mysterious grand array. Remembering how the previous fusion of the Buddhist Affinity Formation and the mysterious grand array had produced such a dazzling effect, I decided to experiment with it once more to observe the outcome.

"Village Chief! Rest assured! Zheng Ren barely weighs over a hundred catties; we can easily pull him up!" a young man said, patting his chest.

"You guys chat slowly then; I'm going to go prepare and make something delicious for you tonight," Dong Xueqing said with a beaming smile.

Yet I was acutely aware of what I was doing, and that the step I was taking now would cause Jin Yan to despise me all the more. However, I had no other choice.

The police had made it very clear: if Qiu Ming's parents were still alive, they would have made a phone call by now. Even if they didn't remember Qiu Ming's phone number, they could have contacted the neighborhood committee through the police station, or logged into WeChat—some sort of message should have come through.

Therefore, she opened a new recording to avoid missing the short-haired girl's fascinating remarks.

At the location of the Heavenly Worship Altar, Chen Fan remained prostrate on the ground. From the entrance of the ascending heavenly ladder, he kowtowed at every single step; at this moment, his heart was truly filled with a sense of reverence.

"You aren't even afraid of being struck by lightning saying things like that. Where are your parents? Where do you put your parents?" I asked coldly.

After being rebuked by Zhang Taibai, Taixu realized that Xia Hai, standing before him, was merely an ordinary person and not even a transcendent being, making it indeed rather inappropriate to discuss such matters with him.

"Lin Feng, you cannot defeat me in the game," Nie Fan said, pointing his fingertip toward the ground with disdain.

"Whether we are familiar or strangers, tonight we are destined to depend upon one another for survival," I said with a smile.

The ultimate outcome was naturally a defeat for Lin Yi's side, yet the Qiran team did not win easily either; it felt no less exhausting than playing in the provincial tournament.

Unless Lu Chen possessed zero backing whatsoever, in which case his death would be in vain, and a dead man held no value whatsoever to the Rogue Cultivators Alliance.

Chen Chuan had no energy to entertain Cheng Shourong's messy thoughts. Seeing her standing there motionless like a pillar, he simply couldn't stand it any longer and speechlessy uttered a sarcastic remark.