94. The End of the Main Text: Permanent Suspension of Execution

I swear, I have never been to the Twin Stars, and there is no possible way I could have met the Twin Star Lord.

So another fearless fool with real skill has gone and committed so many evil deeds, only to be hunted all the way from Liaodong to the capital. Tsk, tsk, what was that phrase again?

Hua Sheng did not know what Luo Fei was thinking, and even if he had, he would not have cared. A merchant like Luo Fei placed profit above all else and would never truly form any real bond with anyone. Hua Sheng, having lived two lives, understood that much, and so he had never intended to become close friends with someone like him.

Hong Luan hurriedly stopped, disgusted to the extreme. She shook her hand hard, wiping it over and over on the sofa until it was finally clean, then bent over and retched repeatedly.

“Don’t say that! Xin’er, we’ll have children again in the future!” Dong Qi Lin said in a low voice, holding Li Xi tightly.

When Li Yu said this, the entire conference room erupted in an uproar. The managers looked at one another, each of them hardly able to believe it. Even the top executives of the Umbrella could not hide their shock this time; and when they thought of the security deployment arranged for today, they finally understood: this was a purge of traitors.

The next instant, the terrifying pressure that had just been there vanished at once, like a mirror shattered into pieces, unable to hold out even for a single second.

They did not need to understand what the war was for, because they firmly believed that humanity’s hope lay within the Umbrella Corporation. Since joining Umbrella and witnessing its overwhelming strength, as well as those anti-disease and healing medicines, they had already understood: this was the true ark of mankind.

Shen Yu nearly had his nose twisted with anger at those words. Wasn’t I standing up for you? Could you at least show a little spirit?

The Fourth Phoenix Envoy showed no concern at all over having struck down one of her own. With a sharp cry, she flung out both hands, and from within her sleeves a hail of throwing blades shot forth once more, denser this time, blanketing the surrounding area.

“Do you make it sound as if, when I took this line of work, they gave me all that much support!” Qing Deng huffed with some disdain, though he failed to notice that amid Tian Tian’s teasing laughter, the gloom in his heart was gradually dispersing.

Yet Li Yun Jue, seeing the force and momentum of his spear technique, could not help but exclaim, “Fine spear work.” Still, he deftly broke it apart with a casual motion.

The young masters earlier had each bought a painting as a memento. Whether it was merely because one followed the crowd, no one knew, but those who had failed to get one also hoped to obtain a painting.

He had left the Artifact Manor. During this period, he had been so busy paying attention to the affairs of the Ancient Academy’s dean that he had nearly forgotten everything else.

Though delicious food would not run away, there was a delicacy with two legs right in front of him, and Long Ze Ting had no intention of letting her escape. After sending the children back to their rooms, he shamelessly made the request that they take a bath together.

“This princess is rather tired. Green Mark, Red Wave, let us go back!” Su Ying said, turning away with Green Mark.

He poured himself a cup of water and drank it down, then ladled himself a large bowl of noodles and added some broth.

Fortunately, after resting for a while, Tian Li was much better. Earlier, she had drunk the bird’s-nest soup specially prepared by the hotel, so she was not hungry either, and thus she went with Long Ze Ting and Tian Tian to the grand theater.

On the day Zheng Bin was in the car accident, he had originally intended to flee back to his hometown. However, he was intercepted and brought back on the road, and then they staged a deliberate crash. They also fabricated a false identity for him, while Li Yan posed as his family to extort the fees patients paid for the so-called paid heart.

Someone said something, and no one was willing to fall behind. Thus my red gear was stripped off, accompanied by their excited cries of “Wow, even a trash monster has equipment like this, it’s infuriating!” and then, in a fit of rage, they hacked at my corpse one blade after another.

A few seconds later, Soul Slaughter suddenly accelerated. I turned and retreated, while at the same time smashing the ground with a heavy punch, unleashing the Dragon Breath Eightfold Seal. Soul Slaughter leaped lightly into the air, dodged the attack, and charged toward me even faster.

Seeing him leave in such a hurry and behave so strangely, Yin Ru Mei sighed inwardly at the oddity of the man, and without giving it further thought, made straight for the Hall of Fame.

The middle-aged man took hold of Guan Tai Lai’s pulse point. After a while, a faint mist began to rise from Guan Tai Lai’s body. It was nowhere near as dense as the mist on Ye Bai’s body—thin, light, and carrying a rather strange odor.

Since the one who died was a man of Jing Zong, then this evidence would be fatal to Jing Zong in anyone’s hands. If someone else would do the thing he wanted done, why should he dirty his own hands? He would do better to sit on the bank and watch the fire, and let them slaughter one another.

I simply watched Mo Jie like that, wanting to see just what his trump card was, and how formidable it might be. At the same time, I could also infer what manner of grotesque modifications the loathsome demon race had made to him.

The young man’s grandfather had once said that this blessed land was connected from top to bottom, and even the ox-headed and horse-faced escorts passing through would have to carve out a yin road here; if the task were done well, the village would not lack its share of dark merit. What immense fortune that was.

Behind the Black Demon General, cold sweat broke out in sheets, and his heart quailed. Fortunately, he had not yet crossed blades with Zhou Liang head-on. Three years on, the strength of the Yin-Yang God of Death was simply terrifying. That strike just now was absolutely a power at the saintly level; if he himself had faced it, he feared not even a single hair would have remained.