Chapter 64: Old Acquaintances

The man opened the car door and stepped out, his posture lazy and casual.

Chen Su remained silent for two seconds. "Are you stalking me?"

Zhao Yueshen raised an eyebrow and pointed to the resort hotel halfway up the mountain nearby. "When you were smoking here last time, I saw you from that hotel, and it was love at first sight. So I wanted to try my luck here today, and I never expected I'd actually run into you."

...

Had it not been firmly steadied, the Siyue Group's stock market would have long since plummeted, crashing from the clouds straight to the bottom.

At the same time, an increasing number of searchlights illuminated the Stony Brook campus, making the entire night sky above it much brighter than usual.

"Mr. Bang? You mean, that Bang Xiqing?" Tu Hua looked at him, then replaced his expression with a smile.

Chen Feng felt that whatever the Salad Corpse King said in the future must be carefully analyzed; this fellow was definitely a corpse king who could deceive people to death without batting an eye.

"Stop right there. I love money too, and I have my own views and attitudes towards things. I also like to put on a show of noble detachment, so stop turning me into a myth. Huh, what is that..." Fang Bolin suddenly pointed at the computer.

However, he patted her shoulder, and in the very next second, used a direct hand chop to render her unconscious.

He never imagined that a momentary lapse in judgment would cause him to cross paths with a seemingly harmless yet venomous tongue.

***

Afterward, Fang Dalong didn't take it too seriously. At worst, you might overturn a few stalls on the first floor—what else could you possibly do?

Pseudo-divine power surged through Chen Feng's body, instantly enveloping him completely. Without drawing the Death Demon Scythe, he reached out and threw a punch straight ahead.

"The BOSS says that this is the Dharma-ending age, and most mystical powers can no longer be used. We can only rely on technology to solve the problem of spiritual power."

"How about it? Would you like to consider joining me?" Ying Luifeng restrained his gloomy and disgusted expression, flashing her a flirtatious and seductive smile once more.

Ling Xiao and Shangguan Qingtian naturally followed along, simply waving goodbye to Lan Yue without uttering a single word.

His shoes had long since fallen into the river, and blood constantly oozed from the soles of his feet. Every step he took on the sand felt as painful as being sliced by knives.

Saying things like "if you don't work hard, you'll only be forced to take over Tianyi"—didn't she know how many people would work hard their entire lives and still never get to take over Tianyi?

"Then wait for my call this afternoon." Shen Jiana didn't seem particularly temperamental, appearing rather relaxed instead.

Mu Shi raised an eyebrow. Murong Qiao usually treasured Mianmian like a precious baby; why would she be willing to let Mianmian sleep here today?

"I hope you can swallow Feng Jingyue and Yuan Changqing's affair and keep it in your stomach forever." A slight ripple passed through Helian Lan's eyes.

These three sentences were fine in themselves, but that final, unspoken phrase... those two words—"impotent"—were the true meaning hidden within Beichen Ying's words.

***

Lian Yushi was only in his early twenties, but perhaps due to a harsh time in prison, he looked as though he were in his thirties.

As the group stepped out of the Qi Courtyard and onto the main street, they saw Lu Fangzhi, dressed in crimson robes, riding a white horse out from the Ming Courtyard.

"Idiot!" Li Yuntze watched as He Yining hurried to pick up her phone with a look of heartache, a sudden sense of discomfort stirring in his heart.

Ye Guiting quickly glanced around. The environment was as dead silent as when she had arrived; apart from this ceaselessly sinking red ocean, nothing had changed.

After traveling for about half a day, they arrived at Cuiting Town in the dusk. Upon entering the town, they first found an inn, and the three of them ordered some wine and dishes. There were six tables inside, but only two were occupied.

"I don't see anything valuable around here; you could say it's as barren as four bare walls." Baochun stood up and walked into the adjoining kitchen.

He had only one request: stop courting death. Otherwise, the last bit of goodwill between them would be completely exhausted.

To be fair, encountering such events made his heart pound with apprehension. One coincidence might be dismissed, but repeated time and time again—was this truly normal?