Volume One, Chapter 40: Leaving Home on an Inauspicious Day

After speaking, Liu Yaqin fell silent, burying her head in her game once more, leaving Wang Yue at a loss for words.

Thus, with Xia Haoran eager to return home, how could he waste precious time on such meaningless matters? The two of them wandered out and found a teahouse in town, ordered some snacks and a pot of tea, and passed the time leisurely watching television, also waiting for Ye Shanhé’s arrival.

This investment firm was particularly active in Eastern Europe and Russia, a success owed to the liberal Jewish policies there.

Su Ma’s family-run inn seemed to be doing poorly; out of six vacant rooms, only Li Chen was staying there as a guest.

Seizing the opportunity, King Jing and Mo Li attacked at once. Mo Yan arrived just in time and joined the fray, instantly turning the tide. Seeing Mo Yan appear, Zhao Zhenyu quickly extinguished the fireworks and began throwing firecrackers at the two zombies instead.

A radiant smile blossomed on Lady Jia’s lips, yet it was tinged with a chill and a hint of suppressed emotion.

In an instant, chaos erupted in the cruise ship’s casino hall. Bullets flew everywhere. Though King Snake’s side was outnumbered, their training and skill allowed them to hold their own against foes several times their number for over ten minutes.

However, within just a few minutes, the seasoned Captain Ji Yong skillfully drove the bus right up to the group.

At this moment, the area was bustling with people, all engaged in heated discussions about the upcoming Grievance Stage. The atmosphere was lively and boisterous.

In truth, Dingdang and Dingdong were also in the room, merely invisible, so Dou Ma couldn’t see them. Once Dou Ma left, they revealed themselves.

In another world, in the land of the Rising Sun, which was plagued by a declining birthrate, the number of high school graduates dwindled each year, and consequently, fewer and fewer students sat for the University of Tokyo entrance exams.

Of course, none of this truly mattered. With a bit of honing, these people would adapt; perhaps it would even unlock their potential, allowing them to advance much faster. After all, trials are the best tools for tempering the spirit. But the cruel truth was that those who could not adapt would be eliminated, and elimination meant death.

After the elder’s relentless tirade, Heng was compelled to respond in a subdued tone, if only to give the old man a chance to catch his breath.

Since death was inevitable, one might as well die gloriously. Driven by this resolve, the remaining warriors of the Muto family became instantly frenzied.

As Song Hua and Bao Chengzhi looked on in bewilderment, Cao Delong produced three talismans from his waist pouch and affixed one to each of them. A flash of golden light, and their speed increased severalfold.

Fifteen minutes of trial gameplay passed, and only after repeated reminders from the staff did Soft Mengmeng finally emerge from the world of the game.

Sword dance requires both suppleness and strength; a limp performance is no sword dance at all, but an insult to the art’s very existence.

At night, Mu Ziyu refused to waste a single moment, leaving Shuishui aching all over. She couldn’t help but think that while every woman appreciates a man with stamina, his endurance was a bit excessive—she felt her own strength was running out.

“Because he only agreed to represent the Ning family and make it to the top three,” Ning Donger replied with a faint, bitter smile.

Many among the crowd didn’t recognize Ning Fan, leaving them utterly confused—what was this person doing here? Could he be from the Money Sect?

Although their relationship had greatly improved, seeing the intense, fiery look in his eyes, Nan Yu still could not feel at ease.

“Well, Mr. Zhan, do any of these catch your eye?” Renars asked with a touch of pride, observing the look on Zhantian’s face.

Meanwhile, the fifth district was also in the grip of a zombie outbreak, and the situation grew dire. Spotting He Yunlong and the others, along with their truck and weapons, someone decided to take a desperate chance.

“Come, Brother Cheng Yi, eat and drink! This is your last meal with us at the Money Sect, so you must eat and drink to your heart’s content.” Jin Baiwan sat across the table, his face brimming with heroic spirit.

“You made this just for me?” Mu Bing frowned, thinking to herself, When did this bastard get so considerate? He couldn’t have poisoned the food, could he?

Sweat slowly trickled down Maire Sue’s furrowed brow, her breathing growing ragged. From her initial frenzy cutting through the zombie horde, she now found herself wholly suppressed by Peter, victory slipping further away as her strength waned.

The roar was deafening, as if the whole world trembled with it, like shattering a rare and priceless vase.

Unable to set her mind at ease, she gave up on returning to the county office and instead headed straight out of the city.

At the eaves of a tall building by the Huai River, Xia An tended Sheng Jia’s wounds with ointment she always carried.

She had expected Ye Qingyang to still look famished, but he had already turned away, not even glancing at her.

Yet she knew, after the Qixi Festival night, his attitude toward her had once again grown as cold and distant as it had been when they first met.

The entire scene was shrouded in a decadent atmosphere—the flickering candlelight highlighting a tableau so indecent it made one blush and avert their gaze.