Volume 1, Chapter 43: Zombies

As everyone thought of this, their expressions became quite gloomy. Lu Yun let out a secret sigh, appearing somewhat desolate.

Aside from the brilliant starlight and the intoxicating full moon, there was yet another object in the night sky that greatly startled Nie Feng.

With a loud "Bang!", Ike heard a noise at the rear of his car. Subconsciously, he switched on his hazard lights, opened the door, and stepped out. A milky-white Volkswagen Beetle had engaged in a deep "kiss" with his old Ford.

As the words of Shennong fell, many of the chaotic gods and demons had already quietly departed. To them, since Zhujiuyin no longer had the mind to deal with them, they naturally needed to head out a step ahead to the ultimate divine temple to seize the Primordial Chaos Pangu Embryo and make a bid for the delusional dream of transcending the Great Dao.

It was very likely. Yet it was absent from the peerless masterpiece, so where could it be? He thought of the 'heart'. Whether judged by its name or its existential significance, it was highly likely to have become the vessel that stored his past memories.

Trotsky took the rough sketch and looked at it. Drawn upon it was an assault gun, somewhat similar to the Hetzer, lacking a turret, with a long-barreled cannon mounted directly onto the hull.

Well, so as not to further provoke a certain loli, it is better for the mysterious voice to withdraw first.

After Takeda Toru announced the start of the meeting, the current Chief of Staff of the Japanese Red Army, Terauchi Hisaichi, immediately stood up, walked over to the conference table, and projected a map of the Korean Peninsula onto the screen.

"Grand Marshal, ahead lies Lucheng." Pointing to the city in front, Wen Chong, serving as the commander of the five thousand cavalry, spoke with evident self-satisfaction.

Walking up the wide porcelain steps, the luminous blue porcelain tiles beneath their feet evoked a vast, azure ocean. Military boots rang out with crisp, bright steps as the warrior returned home. Alongside him, guards stood at attention with their rifles held high; General Leopard was a god in their hearts, and no one dared to show the slightest disrespect.

Furthermore, the Empress Dowager had also sent her most trusted Nanny Hong and Nanny Li to keep an eye on her and take care of her daily diet and living quarters, fearing that her health might retain lingering ailments, and cared for her with meticulous attention.

Gu Dongliu inwardly groaned. It seemed that Zhang Jiusheng's identity as a covert agent of the Six Fan Sects had been exposed.

Song Yiren had been quite patient at first, calling a few times every day, and she wouldn't get angry even if no one answered. However, after persisting for a week with still no one answering, she began to lose her composure.

Lian Yitong bowed respectfully to Koxinga and Shanshitsu, and then began to explain how the work of the Great Ming-Ryukyu Pacification Commissioner's Office would be carried out.

Consort Shu's face was grave as she gave methodical commands, and the gaze she cast upon Xu Muqing was subsequently filled with a hatred so deep it seemed capable of murder.

"Ouch! Admiral, why did you hit me?" Tirpitz covered her head, looking aggrievedly at Xiao Yuhang and asking.

What she did not know was that although no anger or lingering resentment was visible on Xu Muqing's face, deep in her heart she had completely marked Ji Yingyue and Wen Ziya with hatred, and had secretly resolved to launch a fierce counterattack.

She should have guessed the greedy nature of these members of the Tang family long ago. With so many armed escorts guarding her, how could they possibly have encountered an accident? It was merely a ruse to lure her out and abduct her back.

"No, he had matters to attend to. His subordinate drove me to the hospital and then brought me back." Wei Meiyu deliberately misled her mother.

Tie Wusi surveyed the crowd as he spoke, noticing that everyone was looking at him with strange gazes—gazes mixed with envy and admiration. He couldn't help drifting into a state of self-satisfaction; this feeling was simply too exhilarating. Previously, only Ji Yuan had enjoyed such treatment, which explained why that fellow loved showing off so much.

Xiao Rang continued forward, following the old man. Along the way, the chill grew increasingly intense, causing Xiao Rang to shiver involuntarily and gradually reach his limit, while the old man continued walking ahead at the same unhurried pace.

"Come back! I'll go." Suddenly, a voice came from behind Wangyue's group, and all eyes instantly concentrated on him. It was none other than the vice-captain of the Wangyue team.

Looking down at the Banjiu City, which had been instantly flattened to the ground, there was not a shred of emotional fluctuation in the eyes of the seven individuals. Perhaps, destroying the entire Banjiu City was no different to them than destroying an ant nest.

Ling Xiaotian lay prone on the ground, his face pale. Seeing that his general trend was gone, he maintained the posture of someone ready to meet death with equanimity.

In just a brief moment, the bodies of many warriors were completely covered with shattered gravel, making even movement somewhat difficult.

Jiang Chengce turned around to look at Kim So-yeon, who remained unharmed, and Yoona, whom she was shielding behind her, and could not help letting out a sigh of relief.

The mere thought that he was still trapped in this world sent goosebumps all over his body. The sight of that boundless white expanse filled him with an impulse toward madness.

"Jiang Chengce, I hate you!" Zhang Mengxi, driven out of patience by Jiang Chengce, stamped her foot and turned to leave.

The Hua merchants who followed later also engaged in extensive physical body cultivation, but they still lagged far behind, to say nothing of Yun'er who came even later.

At that moment, a figure rushed forward, gracefully leaping onto the carriage in the blink of an eye and settling securely beside Wang Xuan.

After Conan produced the note, Kazuki Kasuga discovered a deep red button hidden inside.

Only Lu Xiangwan was an anomaly, sitting there without budging an inch, stubbornly gnawing on that coarse corn bun and washing it down with a mouthful of thin porridge in an attempt to make herself feel a bit better.

The surrounding area was bustling with noise, and quite a few people were already unable to suppress the curiosity in their hearts, casting their gazes about in a bid to unearth some useful clues.

Suddenly receiving praise from his father, Qin Shu felt his eye sockets redden. Shouldering his pack, he shook his head repeatedly as he followed behind, muttering in a low voice.

Moreover, aside from this, she had another plan in mind, though she would have to wait until she returned to Beijing to discuss it with Zhao Chuanli.

The original host was also named Ruan Tingfeng, a gluttonous and lazy, 180-pound fat woman who was most fond of shirking work and acting unreasonably.