Volume 1, Chapter 42: A ruthless figure has emerged from Upper Ye Village!

After firing eight shots, Xu Mo did not immediately approach the black bear, choosing instead to wait quietly.

With the gunshots ringing out here, Uncle Zhaocai and the others would undoubtedly rush over soon.

Meanwhile, a group of hunters from Yao Village were also hurrying toward the scene, guided by the sound of gunfire.

City Lord Meng flicked his long saber, and the blade, imbued with the effect of a fire talisman, instantly slashed forward. The white shadow was struck, letting out a piercing screech as it fled into the distance.

Looking at Ye Chechen ahead, she saw his back stiffen momentarily while the hatred radiating from him grew increasingly intense. Bai Qijin smiled. She had originally thought Ye Chechen would hesitate, but she hadn't expected... Ah right, how could a person like that still be allowed to live in this world?

He stared blankly at Yan Lei, and when he caught Yan Lei looking at him, the man even licked his dry lips.

Inside the room, Lu Songjin was dressed in loose loungewear, sitting cross-legged in front of the computer and seemingly busy with something.

Ye Chen had dressed Tang Wangwan up like a porcelain doll. Even though she was dead, he refused to let go, and it was no wonder he looked so indifferent when he saw her enter.

In her hazy state, she faintly remembered that he seemed to have spanked her and kissed her too. Whether that was actually the case, she could no longer recall, though fleeting images of it lingered in her mind.

Ye Chen's eyes grew warm, and before he even realized it, a tear the size of a bean smashed against the back of his hand.

She took light, lotus-step strides, letting the falling snow dust her entire body, and walked with unyielding determination toward the haughtily and defiantly smiling ghost fiend.

Down below, the zombies emitted low whimpering sounds. These zombies possessed formidable strength yet lacked any real technique, capable only of the most basic attacks. They possessed ample strength to climb up, but lacked the intelligence to utilize it.

Faintly catching the gist of the situation, it was a case of a concubine openly challenging the legal wife. Naturally, these people sided with the one they were more familiar with, turning their accusations toward Xia He before finally jeering and driving them out.

Finally, a bit of useful information was found, yet it remained ambiguous. Even Lu Chuan could not tell whether the opponent had unlocked the spore shooter or not.

He looked toward Li Jiang, this man who always seemed to wear a smiling expression, yet bore the eternal condemnation of history entirely on his own shoulders. He deeply admired such a person.

"I used to have a younger brother," Liu Yiyi said, resting her chin on the steering wheel while gazing ahead at the traffic, though her eyes lacked focus, clearly lost in memories of the past.

The bio-energy he used for conversion was nearly depleted, and his physical stamina was almost exhausted. After such a frantic barrage of attacks, even someone with a shockingly large total energy reserve had almost nothing left. The remaining energy was only just enough to launch a single wave of the sword rain attack, and he could only use the most energy-efficient wind-element swords.

Tomorrow, the Municipal Bureau would hold a citywide criminal investigation work conference lasting two days. In addition to the bureau's leadership, relevant unit leaders, and police officers, the chiefs, deputy chiefs in charge of criminal investigation, and heads of criminal police detachments from all counties and municipal bureaus were required to attend, with check-in scheduled for the afternoon.

Hearing her use the word "request," Ouyang Hao had expected some bizarre and eccentric demand. He never imagined it would be something so simple—nothing more than setting out an extra pair of chopsticks and a bowl.

There was no anticipated flash of the Milky Way. While all the employees busied themselves, I climbed up to the rooftop, gazed at the sky where pollution had obscured the true appearance of the stars, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Before this force of nature, even the Immortal race did not dare to challenge its razor-sharp edge. Vast swathes of Golden-Armored Heavenly Soldiers were swept away; though they belonged to the Heavenly race, they were ultimately mere foot soldiers, completely powerless against the might of nature.

"Come then, wait for me. I'll be right back after I deal with this idiot whose brains have been hollowed out by a mind flayer." Tossing this instruction back to the people on the carriage, Sophia followed Lisha deeper into the sanctuary.