Wei Zhao waved a hand and said, "Don't worry about me. One act ends and another begins—now someone else wants to take the stage and sing against me."

The announcement just made public claimed that the nine remaining tickets to the Lord God's Secret Realm in his possession had all been stolen by the Great Thief Academy.

Now the Great Thief Academy was openly proclaiming to all parties that it was preparing to replace Wei Zhao and convene an auction of the Lord God's Secret Realm tickets.

But the strange part was this: at this very moment, those nine tickets were lying quietly...

The tomb-raiding woman was bold as well; she flipped over and leapt down, wrenched a skeleton off the cannon, shoved the cannon around so that its muzzle pointed at the hole beneath my feet, and gazed up at me as she spoke.

"Shh... don't make a sound!" I cut Ge Lili off before she could speak, and pulled her steadily backward. The ghost clan truly existed, and there was no telling what kind of demon or monster lay in that coffin—there might even be a zombie.

The guards of Xianyang Palace dared not be negligent, and at once passed the word to Xiao He, who was in Xianyang Palace precisely to guard against any mishap.

"My king, a secret report came in from the city last night: the Chu army has proclaimed that a hundred thousand reinforcements will surely arrive today. We had best attack the city at once to forestall any change," Tian Gou said, cupping his hands in salute.

The villagers of Black Stone Gorge were rich in simple honesty but short on drive. Perhaps their greatest wish was no more than a warm bed with a wife and children, yet they had never once considered how Daodi was supposed to get himself a wife—surely he could not solve the problem by pointing at other men's women?

He furrowed his brow and squared off against that ring for a long while, as though he wanted to restore it to its original state, yet he could never manage it.

And that was not all. He had thought Chen Lei was merely offering a few fine-sounding words to buck him up, but to his surprise there was real support in action as well.

Gao Hongfei looked again—was not the location of that tomb in the valley not far below Wild Pheasant Flat? He seemed to have grasped something, yet still could not lay hold of it, and grew somewhat anxious.

Struggling was useless; Chen Hui suddenly smiled and gave up. My face was grave as I fixed my eyes on her and asked a question. She blinked several times, stretched out her neck, kissed my lips, and said.

Brother and sister... Wu Zhihui only came to her senses after hanging up. How could she have said something so thoughtless? She had clearly meant to flirt with him, yet now she had volunteered to be his sister—what kind of absurd move was that?

"Farewell has no heart!" Mo Qingcheng did not know what flavor now filled her own heart, but it was certainly not jealousy and not hatred; rather, there was a little nostalgia in it, a little friendliness.

"Pfft!" The bayonet stabbed ruthlessly through the Jap's neck; in and out it went, and a jet of blood shot forth, falling with a splash into the trench and dyeing a whole patch red.

"It's over! Now we're dead for sure!" The crowd broke into a hubbub of chatter at these words, and even Leader Cao began to lose his nerve.

Li Xiang frowned. He had not expected that the people Yue Se Yiran had brought along would be so unable to hold their temper. Shi Long was somewhat frenzied, but with the support of Li Xiang himself and Yue Se Yiran, his health had not dropped much—it was only that being attacked was rather painful.

Mu Yu then began to concentrate on controlling his spiritual power, helping Haleizhen slowly absorb the medicinal strength of the divine fruit brew. Threads of delicate fragrance kept seeping from Haleizhen's body, and the scent within the yurt grew ever richer.

Nangong Han had just gathered all his spirit into the divine ability "Commanding a Hundred Zhang," attempting to drive his own tentacles to split into paths and surround the youth, when a tremendous rumbling sound reached his ears, and the last trace of light in his eyes vanished utterly.

The young cultivators looking up at the sky, when they saw the figure hidden within the radiance, finally could not hold back and exploded into an uproar.

"Never mind. So long as Xuerou is all right, that's what matters," Qi Dahai said. After he finished, silence fell once more. Qi Dahai wondered whether he had come at the wrong time, to have made the atmosphere so heavy all at once. He thought back to how, just after he had entered, the sickroom had still been full of laughter and chatter.