Chapter Seventy-Six: The Talisman to Subdue Corpses

Black hands kept emerging from beneath the tiles, raising clouds of dust that stung the eyes; even opening one’s mouth meant a mouthful of grit. Huang Li, seeing himself about to be dragged into the charred earth, watched as the dense black hands crawled ever closer to his face. His eyes shone with terror and a strange gratitude as he saw Qin Xiaomo and Lu Shuling gripping him tightly. A hint of warmth melted in his heart. Pulling himself together, he shouted with all his might, “Let go! Let go of me! Quickly, let go!”

Neither Lu Shuling nor Qin Xiaomo showed any intention of releasing their grip. Huang Li used his other hand to try to pry their fingers away.

At that moment, Lu Shuling shouted, “Shut up! Behave yourself!”

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This meant the young master already knew, or rather, that he possessed the art of divination. Each event that had occurred was exactly as he had said; he was never truly worried.

Whenever his thoughts grew muddled, he would light a cigarette. If an experiment failed, he’d smoke one; if it succeeded, he’d wish for three in his mouth and two more up his nostrils.

“You can stay here for now. Best not to wander around at night—I’m afraid you’ll get lost. There’s a computer in the room, feel free to use it. No one will disturb you tonight,” he said, giving Dong Yuan a warning glance not to stay up too late.

Just as Liu Si was enjoying the spectacle, he realized Yang Erlang had actually appeared. Terrified, he tumbled off the stage like a rolling meatball, landing with bruises and a bloodied nose, then scrambled to hide behind Liu Hu.

“Tastes change. Nothing ever stays the same,” Tong Yuqi said, taking a bite of rice.

That’s why, even if an argument with someone escalates to the point of a falling out, you should never say, “We’ll go our separate ways from now on.” Isn’t that the same as cursing someone to death?

“By the way, don’t call me ‘teacher.’ I’m the school’s gatekeeper—just call me Uncle Qin,” Qin Tian added.

At this moment, the old gentleman sighed and slowly walked in another direction. Chen Da said nothing, simply following behind him.

When she first heard the news of Fusu’s death, she wept alone until dawn. She knew she shouldn’t have so many irrelevant thoughts, that none of it truly concerned her—so why force these burdens upon herself?

A flash of thunderous light struck, and Niu Hengyang cried out in pain. That palm strike had empowered Xiang Gangtian’s Thunder Prison Reincarnation Spear, and Niu Hengyang, caught off guard, was struck several times as a result.

Before coming here, I’d already asked Arang in advance. The central factory building occupies a space that rises straight from the ground floor to the roof, with only a few narrow work platforms cobbled together from steel bars inside.

Even with prices soaring far higher than before—some equipment costing at least fifty percent more than just three days ago—players still jostled and scrambled to snatch them up.

“Yes, when your mother gave birth to you and your sister, she had already chosen your names.” Xie Tianyu gripped Sima Jingguang’s hand tightly—no, now he should be called Xie Ruixing.

As soon as he made his move, dozens of figures sprang from the shadows, unleashing waves of true energy in a coordinated assault against General Lan and his two companions.

Now my brothers were not only more agile, but their attacks were also much fiercer than before. Watching this, I was overjoyed; as their leader, their strength meant my own had grown as well.

In the princess’s eyes, the actions of these people were nothing more than trailing behind. If they truly had any ability, they wouldn’t have fallen to such a state.

When I heard Zhang Yingying say those words, three words involuntarily surfaced in my mind.

Across the myriad worlds, the veins connecting most realms all converge here; the void in this place is unusually stable.

I frowned and raised my head, looking ahead with suspicion. Damn it, weren’t the men from the First Hall’s branch supposed to be in Erdaowan right now? Why had they suddenly shown up here?

Many players voiced their confusion—had the regulars of the brothel found some treasure in the Elven Forest?

“How’s the ‘Heaven Leap Restaurant’ coming along?” After some small talk, Ren Jiaqi got straight to the point.

Only by widening the area of attack could he hope to keep the enemy at bay. He truly felt that if these foes managed to get close, it would spell the end for his entire squad.