Chapter 150: A Reunion of People and Moon

"When blood sins are born, chaos descends upon the mortal world."

Inside the small room, Guo Peng's deep voice echoed: "Is this world truly heading toward chaos?"

If the words of this Demon-Slaying Alliance Leader were to spread outside, they would undoubtedly cause a tremendous uproar, and might even bring down a fatal disaster upon him.

In the present age, the Immortal Dynasty is at the peak of its power; how dare anyone utter such rebellious words? Even a Xiantian realm expert would be slapped to death in an instant!

Yet, sharing the room with him, Fang Xiao—

"Incredible! Absolutely incredible! I feel that it won't be long—at most two or three years—before he rules the entire alliance!" Oual said with an exaggerated expression.

Two watchtowers had now been built in the central region, and near them stood a wind turbine. The turbine was connected to the electric fence atop the earthen wall. Any person, animal, or even plant attempting to break into Bafang Village would be scorched and charred by the current running through the grid.

Susu, however, tossed and turned in bed. Troubled by an inexplicable sense of oppression lingering in her heart, she could not fall into a sound sleep. Her five senses were exceptionally keen, and her intuition told her that a major event was about to happen. After meeting Wang Qiqiao today, she realized that this heavy pressure did not stem from him, nor from Lu Yin standing behind him.

He kowtowed to Yang Huaren three more times. When his third kowtow hit the ground, he did not rise again. After quite a while, when an imperial guard soldier stepped forward to pull him up, he discovered that the dagger at the man's waist had been drawn at some unknown moment and plunged deep into his own body.

"Mr. Sun Dahei, please rest assured about this. The final result will definitely be identical to the image you gave me. I swear on my professional reputation!" The female tattoo artist patted her exceptionally ample chest as she gave her guarantee.

Perhaps sensing the same aura, ever since that moment, those two wisps of energy had lingered around Xiao Ju like lingering ghosts, refusing to dissipate.

Shen Linxian sat on the warm brick kang, looking at Yu Mei's paintings while giving pointers to Yu Lan and her younger sisters, who were standing on the floor moving heavy objects.

Entering the place, she began shouting at the top of her lungs. Shen Jiaojiao disliked such behavior, so she sat next to Yu Jiayi and played with her phone, feeling quite at ease. Having consumed a bit too much soup and water, Jiaojiao felt the need to use the restroom. Seeing that Zhou Rong and Jiayi were playing happily together, she felt reluctant to ask them to accompany her, and besides, she already knew the way.

"This is just a show. Zhang Yao and Baby are merely cooperating with the script to fool the audience and boost their popularity. Do you really think they are that comically affectionate? Behind closed doors, they probably don't even greet each other. Don't be fools—idiots who get sold and still help count the money." Such voices were far from uncommon.

The three members of the Gao family froze, their expressions instantly turning uncertain. For a moment, the massive villa fell into absolute silence. Even the servants nearby quietly retreated, terrified that sparks might fly and implicate them.

Snowball's chirping filled Xia Xuesheng with disgust. She cast a sideways glare full of venom at the creature. It had been quite some time since she last laid eyes on that stupid, fat bird.

Tears welled up in her eyes instantly. She bit down hard on her lips until a trace of bloody tang spread through her mouth, finally forcing the tears back.

Following the operational method provided by the Mo Xing system, Wang Hao opened the contract ball interface and pressed the start button with his thumb.

Budugen stared blankly at him for several seconds before his face suddenly broke into a full smile.

"Big brother, where is there a cheap hotel nearby?" Paper maps provided for tourists were ultimately inferior to mobile maps, lacking such detailed information; otherwise, a simple search would have sufficed.

While browsing the shelves for things she liked, she suddenly heard someone calling her. Following the sound, Shen Jiaojiao looked over and saw He Yuting walking toward her in fashionable attire, politely greeting Grandpa and Grandma Shen. Jiaojiao was quite surprised; she had only just mentioned her that morning, and now here she was. Some people truly appeared the moment they were spoken of.

One was the chief researcher at the Xia State Traditional Medicine Research Institute, and the other was the former vice president of the First Affiliated Hospital of Yan University—undoubtedly two heavyweight figures of great stature.

Yang Chengshun's originally jet-black hair had turned half-white. Under the pressure of high-intensity work, those three months seemed to have aged him by three years.

Sun Wukong caught up with them in less than two steps, and with a wave of his golden-banded staff, the demons were directly knocked flat onto the ground.

However, just as she turned around, intending to leave immediately, a sudden voice caught her attention.

Standing beside the evil corpse, the benevolent corpse, Cihang Daoren, held a primordial purple bamboo in his hand. This primordial purple bamboo had already been activated; although it did not contain forty-five primordial prohibitions, it possessed the Great Dao of primordial spiritual roots unique to the purple bamboo itself, a Dao that coiled around the bamboo trunk.

Ye Rumo put on her clothes, and to her surprise, they fit remarkably well. Lu Jiaoke dried his dripping wet hair, draped it over both shoulders, and tried his best to cover his face.

As for the friends who had placed bets on FaZe, they gave a crisp and decisive response to those "world-turned-upside-down" comments in the live chat.

Beneath the eaves, the lean old man still wore a blank expression, whereas the limping man couldn't help frowning when he heard his own son speak in such a manner.

"Spit it out if you have something to say. Who knows how long you've been holding that in? Your suffering is making me uncomfortable too." Su Wanwan glanced at them indifferently.

Anyway, the goal was the same, and since the earth dragon had already been dealt with, the surrounding area within the sandstorm was entirely safe.

Provoked beyond endurance, Luo Xiaoyuan blurted out words of unbridled defiance. Having been through this ordeal, she no longer wished to pander to the feelings of Luo Ming and Yang Fenmei.

The second male lead was the dark side of a flower—an unadulterated villain and utter scoundrel. Calling him a villain was putting it lightly; he was an absolute psychopath.

In the past, I used to call his father "Dad Ji," but this time, I suddenly found myself at a loss for how to address him.

I immediately rolled onto my side, trying to pretend that the physical contact just now was merely an accident while I was fast asleep, completely forgetting that I had only just climbed onto the bed a moment ago.

Lou Kuan glanced at Chen Jiran, silently asking whether he should speak. Seeing Chen Jiran nod, he finally revealed the truth.

It turned out that the most terrifying thing in the world was neither ghosts nor monsters, nor even Chen Jiran, but rather that helpless sense of having no one to rely on.

Usually, there was simply too much to master and learn, and very few people could persevere. Most students regretted it after studying for just a few months.