Chapter 87: Arrangements

Gu Zhuo pressed his forehead. “You’re a residential household; you can’t get grain allocations in the countryside, nor will the village assign you a private plot. How are you going to eat and live? You can’t possibly go back to the provincial capital every month to collect your pension and ration coupons, can you? That wouldn’t work either. Some supplies are only available in the city, and even then you have to fight for them. You can’t just buy everything you need for a month all at once in the provincial capital, can you?”

“I don’t care,” Xu Zhen replied willfully, “Let my Shunzi figure it out.”

Gu Zhuo

“It’s fine, you can speak freely now, and move about boldly,” the Feng Shui master said with a smile.

Yang Ruonan took two steps straight back, her face full of panic, but her attempt to escape could not match the speed of the Dream Ghost. Even before the Dream Ghost’s leg had swung out, a series of muffled “thuds” sounded at Yang Ruonan’s neck, as a formidable wave of force slashed across her throat.

“Alright, let’s do it this way!” Peng Beibei also understood that becoming an expert required paying a price. The reason she agreed, however, was that although Ye Bai’s words were frightening, she had never experienced such pain before and so was not truly afraid.

But the remaining four strong fighters did not lose their combat abilities as he had expected. Seeing the sea beast defeated, each of them, battered and wounded, headed toward the seal.

From the left entrance of the academic building, students gradually emerged in small groups, arms linked, heading northeast.

At the instant axe and sword collided, Han Xiao felt an incredible force from the other’s blade, as if it could cleave mountains and split stone. Her chest was struck as if by a boulder, and she staggered backward.

A gentle breeze blew, but with it came a chill. The body was cold, and the heart even colder. Yachang Bin opened the door to the stone hut, groped his way inside, climbed onto the bed, and lay quietly down, pulling the quilt tightly over his face. The sky gradually brightened—a new day had begun.

This time, Yi Xiao’er was silent for a long time. Han Xiao could almost hear her rapid breathing behind the curtain.

Hao Shuai had been counting on Ye Bai to act, and even if Ye Bai didn’t, those four experts from last night could still have guaranteed their victory.

In the treatment room, Tian Zhiyong looked at Xue Hao’s left leg with great concern—the longer he looked, the grimmer his expression became.

Faced with a blow that struck straight at his soul, Tiger Ben could only stare blankly at the wife who had shared his bed for three years and now lay on the ground. For a long time, he drew a deep breath, and his eyes turned cold and emotionless, as if the woman before him were a complete stranger.

This was a force no weaker than the simultaneous explosion of five or six grenades. Seven or eight more zombies were killed; only twelve remained.

As an emperor who had been suppressed and embittered for years, he naturally preferred to exercise absolute power and rule with an iron fist. She was not originally from Western Song and had no deep feelings for this court, nor did she possess the lofty resolve to die remonstrating with the monarch. So, forgive me, Chen Chong.

“I have a feeling that tonight, whatever’s inside this coffin will struggle even more fiercely!” Ye Haoran said to Zhao Ren.

With a thunderous crash, the burly man slammed his palm on the nearby table, sending bowls and dishes flying, sauce splattering everywhere. The diners at that table looked up, their expressions shifting as they saw the burly man and his companions, finally gritting their teeth and lowering their heads, angry but silent.

“What?” Yu Han turned her face in curiosity, only to be rendered flushed and speechless by the sudden closeness of Shen Yuan’s breath.

She paused, did not look up, grabbed the ruined talisman painting, set it aside, and reached for a blank talisman paper to start anew.

Deeper in, shadowy demonic forms flickered, with giant beasts opening their bloody jaws, eyeing the intruders with predatory intent.

Yet before they could act, the rules of the world descended upon the area—a breath of utter annihilation filled the air.

Inside the ancient castle, the second-level sorcerers jumped in fright. Fortunately, the protective barrier held; otherwise, that single shot would have shattered any thought of opposing Shen Yuan.