Volume One, Chapter 57: The New Era of the Butler and His Son, Part Two

"This zombie seems to belong to a wealthy family in Renjia Town. Someone named Uncle Ma-Ma took the job of transporting the corpse, but he somehow lost it a couple of days ago. It had already turned into this state by the time it appeared." Wang Jin said this naturally to sow discord and complain about Uncle Ma-Ma.

Ye Du felt a slight pain in his chest and couldn't help but look down, only to find that some red substance had appeared there. He knew he was wounded, but instead of feeling distressed, he felt a somewhat perversely excited thrill.

When night fell, Li Lizhi had already fallen asleep. Feeling a movement on her chest, she looked down and saw that Ye Tan had woken up, looking rather exhausted.

However, no one expected that the exorcist clans, which had just stepped back into the public eye following the reappearance of the Exorcism Decree, would be subjected to successive, mysterious attacks.

"It's me." The white monster did not leap out from the darkness again. As the figure drew closer, Lei Zhengyun finally recognized that it was the tall and robust man.

In the past, he often saw people online complaining that they suspected they were playing a completely different hero from everyone else. Whenever he saw such remarks in the past, Qiu Mu would only sneer. Yet at this very moment, for the first time, he experienced the helplessness of being crushed by sheer strength—an unprecedented sense of frustration.

As those patterns were continuously nourished by fresh blood, his previously pale face regained its color, and at the same time, his faint life aura began to grow visibly stronger.

"You said it just now—the new manager!" a chorus of reporters shouted almost simultaneously, proving that their ears were working just fine.

"How did you know?" Iori voiced his confusion. Primatis also looked at Richard, while Vashj showed no particular reaction. This was not the first time Richard had obtained intelligence on things unknown to them; they had simply learned to trust him.

The situation this time was extremely critical. The supplies they had managed to store up had been partially abandoned when loading the vehicles. While the most crucial food supplies were packed down to the very last grain, many other items such as clothing, quilts, and even everyday necessities were left behind.

Upon hearing Aunt Hong's words, Hua Xiangrong could not help but nod. Then, staring at the cave entrance before her, she was at a loss as to what she should do.

Liu Meimei stood with her hands aggressively planted on her hips, yet she obediently packed her things without storming into the room to pick a fight with Yi Tian.

Although the two of them had never gone through a formal master-disciple ceremony, this bond of master and disciple forged by sheer coincidence was nonetheless exceptionally precious.

That was, despite spending his entire life pursuing the ultimate pinnacle of martial arts, he remained forever unable to cross the threshold into the realm of cultivation.

"This humble person truly does not know what crime the Divine Martial King intends to charge me with." Bai Mohai straightened his back and stared unflinchingly at everyone present.

Shen Duo's eyes gleamed like stars in the night sky as he wrapped an arm around my waist all the way into the room. Before I could even catch my breath, he pressed himself against me, pinning me onto the bed and kissing me fiercely.

At that moment, two more arrows flew toward the four of them, and their target still seemed to be Li Zhi alone. However, Li Tianhu clearly noticed this and immediately drew a shield, stepping in front of Li Zhi to block the projectiles.

My head ached a little when I woke up the next morning, which I assumed was due to the alcohol I drank. Shen Duo was still fast asleep, his long legs pinning me down tightly so that I couldn't move at all.

"You even dare to play recordings of Master Exterminator during her bathroom break? You truly are a brave soul," sneered a boy in the back row.

It is extremely difficult to record the exact location of a peak within a vast expanse of mountainous terrain. Mountains that are connected to form a range usually share very similar trends and shapes, meaning they all look remarkably alike.

Yet the moment he stepped onto that landing, he was completely drained of strength. With a dull thud, he collapsed flat onto the stairs, discarding the sniper rifle in his hand, and lay there like a dead dog, panting heavily.

He had not gone to watch the game live, for no other reason than that he had been assigned by the team to scout the match between the Spurs and the Grizzlies. Consequently, lacking the time to watch the live broadcast, he had no choice but to review the game footage after it ended to analyze how the match had unfolded.

Though he did not know how powerful Xing Han truly was, he could sense that it certainly wouldn't be trivial. Judging solely by that instantaneous teleportation technique, apart from Jiang Chen, there was probably no one among the Pangu clan who could do anything to him.

It was not merely a matter of putting skills into practice, but also an opportunity to learn engineering techniques from them that he might otherwise never have witnessed in a lifetime.

His entire body trembled uncontrollably as a formless yet formidable energy poured into him instantly. A majestic celestial might descended from afar, causing a seed deep within his heart to sprout, grow rapidly, and transform into a towering tree.

If anyone were to observe Fang Xiaoyu's condition at this moment, they would find that there was barely a shred of magical power left in his entire body. In other words, all of Fang Xiaoyu's internal energy had been completely devoured by the five-colored vortex in his dantian.

Entering the temple, Zhu Yuanzhang, Xu Da, Tang He, and Deng Yu bustled about, carrying out massive basins and bowls of braised beef.

A faint tingling sensation gradually arose in his fingertips, much like what a normal person would feel upon plunging their hands into hot water.

He looked down at his clothes—they were cheap street stall finds he had bought right after returning. The most expensive item was a pair of artificial leather shoes on his feet that cost eighty-five yuan.

However, Kou Shixun was an old hand at this; he was lying. He was far more than just "familiar" with card games. If he hadn't deliberately lost a hand or two from time to time, Li Sheng would have thought the guy was the God of Gamblers reborn.