Volume 1, Chapter 49: The Counter-Kill
"Very well, this Emperor shall grant them seven more days. This is already my utmost limit. If they still fail to find the culprit, do not blame this Emperor for being merciless," the Black Heavenly King said sinisterly.
The resonant roar met the jungle, only to be scattered by the rough-surfaced trees, failing to stir the slightest ripple in this world, merely giving someone within the Main God Space a front-row view of NPCs toying with players.
A moment later, she relaxed her grip. As expected, she still preferred lighter fragrances, and she wondered what kind of incense her grandmother's household had prepared this year.
Gold will shine wherever it is placed. After being "drafted" into the counter-analysis team, Leader Glasses was the only team member who had not been subjected to the enthusiastic hospitality of the armed police officers.
The other method of harvesting mental energy was nowhere near as peaceful and amicable as the token system; it relied on the number of times players died within the dream games.
"Bernie, thank you for the gift. I won't stand on ceremony!" Abel said happily, slipping the spatial bracelet onto his right arm. This way, pulling items out of the Horadric Cube on his right arm could be very conveniently explained.
The Gray-robed Ghost Emperor had once been a formidable overlord who rampaged through the netherworld. Aside from the marshal he had mentioned, he had never bowed to anyone. Therefore, even though he was terrified now, the cold arrogance cultivated over a long period still sustained him, preventing him from showing any panic.
Haines's surging battle aura was cleaved cleanly in half by an everlasting sword scar, and his armor suffered the exact same fate.
Simultaneously, the imperceptible and invisible formless sword Qi surged toward Wang Zheng in a swarm. That was not the end of it; Cao Wei even formed hand incantations with both hands simultaneously.
Bursting in, he happened to see Lu Zheng with Ouyang Feifei's arms wrapped around his neck. The two of them were in an extremely intimate posture, resembling the prelude to a Japanese adult film, inevitably sparking wild imaginations.
You Yuexi rarely used sound-transmission arts, but at this moment, her heart was filled with hatred, and she no longer cared about anything else.
Sensing that the chill was emanating from behind him, Yin Tianyu turned his head to look back. Upon catching sight of that eerie blue light, Yin Tianyu made the exact same motion as the fierce beast, stumbling backward repeatedly before landing flat on his backside.
Paul felt a surge of secret delight. Were they just going to leave him here like this? Could he not just slip away quietly?
However, before she even stepped fully into the hallway or uttered a word, Su Jian delivered a merciless slap across her face.
Although the lynx-men who had just hurried back still wore expressions of agitation and anger on their faces, they were trying their utmost to restrain themselves, not daring to speak out again.
Inside an abandoned hotel, several figures dressed in black were using instruments of torture to interrogate a man bound before them.
Lu Rongyue understood her cousin well. Knowing that Lu Sinian would not truly do anything excessively cruel to Su Jian, she reluctantly agreed, set the bouquet of roses aside, and left.
Just as Lei Xingyun was feeling uneasy, a cold gleam suddenly shot in from outside the window. Evading it effortlessly, Lei Xingyun hurriedly rushed out the door to search for the assailant, but after searching for a long time without finding anyone, he had no choice but to return indoors.
The moment Luo Nanfan saw Ling Tian execute his palm strike, his expression twisted in terror. The driver in the back seat also experienced a violent constriction of his pupils.
The beggars trailing behind Tian Er stared at the breathtakingly beautiful Liu Cuilan like ravenous wolves spotting a fat piece of meat, their eyes beginning to gleam with greed.
Before they had time for further contemplation, they pursued the Hoffman that had just flown past, completely ignoring Tang Xiaohan's aircraft, which had entered a stall due to an excessive angle of attack.
Flicking his thumb and forefinger toward the candle holder behind him, a dim candlelight illuminated the back of Nangong Tianlan. Immediately afterward, a childish voice rang out.
"How could such a thing happen..." Now, those children had been confirmed dead. How was she supposed to explain this to their parents?
Upon returning home, Shang Qi rushed to the bathroom in agony. After vomiting, she had exhausted almost all of her strength. Limp and boneless, Shang Qi slumped into Luo Yichen's arms and drifted into a hazy sleep.
He knew that the ghosts of the nether realm were now aware of his objective, making a major battle unavoidable. The notion of maintaining a low profile was out of the question; the enemy would undoubtedly have made defensive preparations, so he would have to act according to the circumstances.
Luo Yichen disliked sour things, but not wanting to reject Shang Qi's kind gesture, he accepted it and nibbled on it slowly. The meal concluded in a warm and cozy atmosphere. Afterward, Shang Qi went to the restroom while Luo Yichen waited for her in the lounge area near the restaurant's entrance.
Chen Feng rolled his eyes at him. After calling his mother back home to report his travel itinerary and tidying up his bed briefly, he swept everything into his spatial ring while Yang Desheng was distracted by his computer games.
Between the two of them, there were no longer any third parties. From then on, aside from themselves, no one else could ever stop them from being together.
Although Guangsjitang's primary industry was its clinic, the clinic itself did not generate massive profits—it merely sustained a luxurious lifestyle for a few individuals. The true moneymakers were pharmaceuticals: the Chinese patent medicines produced in cooperation with Changjiang Pharmaceuticals, and the black herbal plasters manufactured independently by Guangsjitang.