Chapter 65: The Only Connection Among the Dead (Part Two)

Everyone was stunned for a moment. Yang Yuan immediately turned to him and asked, “When and where did you see him?”

“I saw him this morning when I went to Tonghua Village to look for Master Kang.” Dashan frowned deeply. “Master Kang wasn’t at his own house at that time. I asked his mother, and she said he’s been studying hard lately, so he takes time every day to go for a walk nearby to ease his mind and body. Today, he went out right after breakfast.

So I took my men to—

‘Damn it, I told you to hide!’ I cursed under my breath, raised my M200, and knelt on one knee at the edge of the cliff, emptying the entire magazine at the big tree.

Normally, his shyness would have drawn her ridicule, but right now, she couldn’t find the words.

When all humans on Earth lost their senses, technology continued to operate naturally; among these, the drones played the most crucial role.

On the rooftop, more than ten stories high, there was nothing but the wooden hut. The vast rooftop, spanning over a thousand square meters, was empty except for a dozen concrete pillars, each about a foot thick, which Hongwu had connected with steel wires to make clotheslines for drying his laundry.

The most striking thing about these people was their boldness; they didn’t even bother to cover their faces, charging forward with an air of arrogance.

Zhang Qiulai’s grandfather treasured the only heir of the Zhang family. Though it seemed as if Zhang Qiulai had little protection, in truth, he was guarded more thoroughly than anyone.

The arena had limited space, holding at most thirty or forty thousand people, but how many lived in Chang Clan City?

After that, Su Ming returned to Luo Xiaoxiao’s spot. The proprietress still had things grilling, so she couldn’t leave for the moment. She decided to let it go; next time Su Ming came, she’d simply charge him a bit less.

At this point, there was nothing left to discuss with Ji Ran. Without hesitation, he would wipe out the Sky Gun Club’s headquarters, an eye for an eye.

The weather today was strange; thunder rumbled one after another, deafeningly loud.

‘And you, my cousin, when did I ever offend you?’ She was certain Cheng Feng and Chen Haoyu shared the same idea.

Clearly, Fang Fang and the others had already met with trouble, and they were thousands of miles away, separated by the sea. However much I wanted to help, there was nothing I could do.

Liu’s deputy blushed furiously, then slammed the prepared reports down on the table.

Xu Nian poked at it a few times, finding it amusing, then gently rubbed the callus. Before she could speak, her body suddenly stiffened.

Each sword strike against the Red-haired Zombie’s body sounded like clashing with steel, echoing metallic clangs; the Red-haired Zombie howled and retreated step by step.

Because of this, Mo Beiyu decisively ordered everyone to rest in place: those who needed to treat wounds did so, those who needed food went to find it.

Sun Zhuo had chosen this appearance back when he played the game, and was quite satisfied with it. Still, he was sure the beauty card was far more than a simple item.

Sun Zhuo now understood the importance of controlling the match. This game was completely in his hands—winning was assured. He had not fully extended his lead in the third quarter; partly because there was still time and the Bulls could catch up in the fourth, and partly because Sun Zhuo wanted to toy with them.

He recalled what Fatty had just said: they had always stayed at home, not only unaware of outside news, but even oblivious to what was happening around them.

But his limbs continued to tremble slowly, as if struggling to rise.

Li Hong knew that if he fought Zhang Xiu and Tiehua together, he would surely die. So, summoning his strength, he shook his halberd, paying no mind to his own men, and turned to flee.

Though her memory genes had nothing about the entertainment industry, Yin Yi knew the phrase ‘painting pies to fill hunger.’ Zhou Quan was now painting pies for her.

Li Xin and Hu Che’er, trapped, ignored the battle and dashed out of the Xianbei ranks, charging straight towards Budugen.

“Thank you, Grand Marshal. Please select three hundred elite Liao cavalry for me, and I’ll pick two hundred brothers from the Qingzhou barracks.” Zhong Nan settled the matter with two sentences, then turned and took his leave, swift and decisive.

They might not be princesses, but Wang Hao’s behavior just now was that of a true knight.

“Big brother, we’re here to accompany you on your way. Wouldn’t it be nice to have company on the road to the Underworld?” Dongfang Tiannan suddenly smiled.

After saying this, Wang Hao’s gaze fell upon the nearly thousand pirates of the Sea of Conquest.

Prince Ping cut straight to the point, glancing at Straw Hat. The man’s outfit really did resemble Luffy’s from One Piece, complete with a straw hat, though he wasn’t young—perhaps in his thirties.

Now, Long Yi possessed both earth and fire attributes, granting him an extraordinary advantage in attack and unprecedented strength in defense.

The buyer came out with a flushed face and tossed a ten-dollar bill into the large glass jar on the bar.

Burgundy silk pajamas shimmered smoothly beneath the orange-yellow lamp, as if rippling with flowing light.

To force cultivation was to court disaster, being consumed by the murderous intent hidden within the Gun Technique, and ultimately becoming a bloodthirsty, mindless corpse.

Mo Yan felt frustrated; she was peacefully swinging when Ruo Yi suddenly leapt out, so forcefully that Mo Yan could only cling tightly to Ruo Yi, lest she be thrown off.

Huang Moli pulled Wang Miaoyan into the house, where they saw Fang Xiachu sitting upright at the dining table, covering her face with a rice bowl.

The head of the design department knew well that Wen Liang learned nothing in his department—a waste of time. Seeing that Xiao Yao had vented his anger, he decided to talk to him.

Someone handed a bamboo slip to Fu Lin. He took it and glanced over it; there were a lot, far more than his own assets. Fu Lin scanned through it—Han Sui’s residence.

Then the grenade launchers opened fire, three rounds each. Before the Japanese could react, the line turned and dashed into the mountains.

Simply put, no matter how the Killer Monk tried to persuade him, however eloquent, he could not dissuade Ye Xing from his resolve to kill him.

“Yes, sir.” Zhao Cheng replied crisply, just like the American movies.

Ao Tian’s expression changed; from the chilly force, he sensed a deadly threat.

He was only disappointed regarding Ye Qian’s engagement. Ye Qian was fourteen, the proper age for betrothal. It was normal to arrange it, but if not, in a year or two, his prospects might look even better, and perhaps this marriage could be salvaged.