Chapter 154 The Monstrosity Next Door
The incandescent light filled the washroom, casting a bright, glowing halo upon the mirror.
In front of the vanity, Li Changsheng washed his face. Water droplets slipped from his fingertips, sending ripples cascading outward.
He had followed Kate here, and the journey had been entirely uneventful.
However, he had underestimated the woman...
After several days of careful planning, the net was finally successfully drawn in tonight. The outcome was quite favorable: the remnants of the Witchcraft Cult were completely wiped out, and with Tie Mian's suicide, the affairs involving the Cult could be considered completely resolved.
Yaya's expression turned stern. She casually tossed the camera aside, nocked an arrow, and aimed in the direction from which the wolf howl had come.
"Hmph, you certainly understand him well. Never mind me, you should go get some rest," Jiang Ci said flatly, devoid of emotion.
The couple had been engaged in a cold war for nearly a month, sleeping in separate rooms at night and refusing to speak to each other. Perhaps it was simply a matter of pride; who was right and who was wrong no longer mattered, for right now, they were simply incapable of having a calm conversation.
More importantly, Gu Sanqiu really wanted to figure out the source of that strange thought he had just experienced.
Chen Huian returned to the pharmacy, and the manager transferred the remaining balance to him, which he accepted as a matter of course.
Xiangxiang turned her head back to exchange a glance with Qingya. Seeing her mistress nod, she rose with peace of mind and followed Xiyi to scout ahead.
Hearing this, she trembled, her shoulders shaking as tears fell like rain. She pounded the tea table with her fists until it creaked loudly, then clenched her handkerchief tightly, biting her teeth in bitter hatred. Burying her head in her arms, she wept heart-rendingly.
Before attaining godhood, Bastet the Panther God might have experienced a few life-or-death battles while still a common panther.
The entity orchestrating the series of actions had grown so exhausted that they lost track of time. No one knew how long had actually passed within the mental realm, or whether some bizarre force had artificially stretched a portion of that time.
Three figures rushed out. The Second Elder squinted and recognized two of them as the very men he had assigned to guard the Red Lotus. Why did they now appear entirely devoid of sapience, obeying the Red Lotus's every command?
Halfway down the corridor stood an unassuming laboratory—the destination of Lin Tao's journey. Without hesitation, the two pushed open the door and stepped inside. Bold lettering on the door sign clearly read: T-Virus Biochemical Research Laboratory, Charles.
Yet, Xiongba was, after all, the preeminent overlord of his era—capable of bending and stretching. Enduring humiliation and bearing the weight of ignominy might be difficult for ordinary people, but for him, it was merely a passive skill he could activate at will.
Watching as one majestic divine mountain after another crushed down upon them once more, the four elders could not help unleashing a stream of furious curses. With no other choice, they hurriedly channeled their magical treasures again, charging directly to meet the onslaught.
She had no time to overthink. Pulling Chu Han out of the spatial domain, she promptly administered the antidote to rouse him from unconsciousness.
"I was just here a few days ago treating some friends to a meal, but you happened to be out, so our schedules didn't overlap," Bai Ruozhu said.
Before the Green Carp and Purple Cloud Carriage, a pair of black fish raised their scales and let out a long cry, their voices sounding like iron flutes, exceptionally clear and ethereal. The Taoist sorcerer raised a hand and gently pressed the single horn on the forehead of one of the black fish, finding it as cool and smooth as a piece of carved cold jade.
Mu Nianqin was startled, pushing Mu 如云 (Ruoyun) away with a single palm strike. When she raised her eyes again, Chu Sihai's gun barrel was already aimed straight at her heart.
As she followed the melody rising and falling, her voice occasionally softening into a slow, delicate drawl—this was a deeply lingering, affectionate old song.
Especially since a certain Taoist sorcerer had once hijacked the Son of Heaven of a nation, he knew all too well what it felt like to be hijacked, and could not afford not to take precautions in advance.
For some unknown reason, Ye Xiong had once thought the Mandate Wheel was ridiculously awesome, getting intensely excited at the prospect of possessing it.
Everyone knew the strength of the Black Dragon; to win, there was only one way—unite the strength of everyone.