21. Chapter 21

The students immediately fell silent. At that moment, the entire auditorium brightened once again, but through the use of holographic projections and visual extensions, it felt as if they were immersed within a vast cosmic galaxy.

“Liu Dayong?” Luo Chuan’s eyes widened instantly. He had planned to find Liu Dayong, who was returning to the village today, to clarify some matters—yet he was dead?

Sure enough, when the group of five nineteen passed by them, those people showed no different demeanor.

Everyone listened intently, realizing that the clue Luo Chuan mentioned was indeed a glaring loophole.

Later generations often say “Tang was strong, Song was rich,” but from a certain perspective, this phrase implies that the military strength and social customs of the Song Dynasty were not as robust as those of the Tang.

However, this also meant that Zhan Hu and Rui Yi experienced some blood loss. After all, even the lowest-ranked demon warriors here were of a higher level than Zhan Hu. Being struck so fiercely, they inevitably suffered injury.

With matters at the company now delegated, he had fewer tasks to oversee personally. Restlessness stirred within him, so he contemplated gathering with Old Li and the others.

Whether it was a certain phrase or a particular action, it finally provoked Tong Yang to fury. He shouted vehemently, “Get lost!” Turning around, he threw a punch that landed squarely on Du Longbiao’s shoulder. Du Longbiao’s sturdy frame shook, swaying back and forth, stunned.

It was said no one had ever seen his true face; only the cold mask chilled those who glimpsed it.

After emerging from the cellar, they encountered Muzi and an unfamiliar man. When Muzi saw Fairy Xiao, she did not react with much excitement.

Once everything was settled, including Qiu Shasha and Jian Ning, six beauties boarded the car and were taken to Dingfeng Jewelry’s new store in the downtown shopping mall.

“But I never asked for a lawyer,” Jian Ning said, sitting there without the usual excitement or reliance suspects show upon seeing a lawyer. She seemed to resent the lawyer before her.

Though outwardly appearing unaffected, Zhang Tianyang harbored strong intentions to eradicate the Nangong family. If he wasn’t afraid of the Three ‘Gate’ Holy Land’s Luo Haijun, why would he fear a single Nangong household?

Even the clan leaders Brian and Banya forgot to cheer at that moment, for Ron’s final performance was so unbelievable that it was hard to imagine Agatha would ultimately choose him.

The next moment, she shot out like an arrow released from its string, flying backward and landing, retreating continuously.

Under everyone’s gaze, Zhu Yafeng approached Jian Ao with a mischievous grin, his hand reaching beneath Jian Ao’s armpit.

“I’m not sure about that; you’ll have to ask Ron,” Redro shook his head. He really didn’t know, and besides, he had never seen such a strange summoner as Ron before.

“You, you’re serious?” Ron’s voice changed instantly, his wrist trembling slightly.

Encountering such creatures was simply bad luck—numerous, powerful, and blindly following the queen bee’s commands, fearless of death. What could one do?

“Last night, after parting with you, I sneaked into the Zhao Mansion…” Kong Xiaowu recounted the entire story clearly. Jian Quan hadn’t expected that behind the suddenly empowered Zhao Yi was the aid of a monster, causing his brow to furrow.

After hearing the Southern King’s words, everyone regarded Long Teng’s arrogance with newfound respect. First, Hu Fei, the guardian of the Ancient Domain City, excused Long Teng from kneeling; now, the Southern King, commander of the Southern Army, permanently waived the kneeling ceremony. How could those present not be impressed by Long Teng?

Though Li Huang did not join the Tianhu Army initially, through Bai Lin and others, he understood the whole story. It was impossible for Long Teng and Lu Hu to have survived. Now, suddenly seeing them after nearly two years’ disappearance, they refused to believe these were truly Long Teng and Lu Hu.

I glanced around; it was by a riverside. Li Shuai, Wei Wu, Chang Bai, Nana, even the half-conscious Xing Yao were there. The ground was a grassy field. Nearby stood Mimi’s woods—there was no sign of a dead city.

Having brought herself before Li Xunhuan and fulfilled his request, she took her leave, unwilling to meddle further.

Everyone unanimously chose to go. I had no choice—if we delayed until tomorrow, they’d be frantic. Actually, I was anxious too, haha! Using a skill to return to the ghost cave entrance, we proceeded inside. The ghosts we had slain earlier reappeared. We fought while chatting casually.

Everyone felt the wild wind swirl before their eyes; a blue shadow flashed like lightning. When they regained their senses, Pang Da lay sprawled in a star shape, his eyes rolled back, pinned flat against the wall behind him, motionless.

I was immersed in this glittering ice world, stroking the smooth ice walls on both sides. The narrowest point was less than a meter apart—one had to turn sideways to pass through. Nature’s craftsmanship was unpredictable, cleaving open a seam as if forged by a mountain spirit’s divine axe.

I nodded; my mother was right. Since it couldn’t be changed, it was best to let things take their course. The rest was to wait—I wondered if my plan would succeed.

Thank her for granting him such a good family, a beautiful wife, and son.

Jin Tiexiong was awakened by the news that Ren Tiancheng had been captured. He climbed up, peered out from the trench, and raised his binoculars toward the third group’s position. He was startled to see many plants creeping toward his front lines.

“I say, if Xue doesn’t return before our wedding, then I’ll postpone the ceremony,” Gu Ming said firmly, spreading his arms wide.

Though she thought so, she was still nervous—having once encountered a ghostly old woman in a graveyard, she was cautious. She sought experience from the old shepherd, hoping to be prepared if she returned late and encountered anything unclean.

In the air, we struggled to control our bodies. It was time for the storm zombies to unleash their fury.

Yan Le insisted on adding voiceover, so Wei Zhenhua recorded Yan Le’s commands as instructed. This time, Yan Le used his mental power; thanks to his prior experience, it was effortless.

In this world, there was no remedy for regret. Now that everything had happened, no matter how much remorse they felt, it was useless. They could only steel themselves to face it all—this was their fate, and they had no choice but to confront this storm.