Volume 1 Chapter 48 Interrogating Feng Eryu

Fearing that Feng Erlv might run away in the morning, Dao Zhenbang fetched a rope and tied Feng Erlv, who was sleeping like a dead pig, as tight as a cocoon.

After securing him, Dao Zhenhua kept watch by his side the entire night.

The next morning.

Feng Erlv woke up with an urgent need to urinate. As he tried to get up to relieve himself, he realized he was tied to the kang and unable to move, while Dao Zhenhua was sitting opposite him, dozing off.

"Brother Dao, Brother Dao, what is the meaning of this?"

Dao Zhenhua opened his drowsy eyes and saw Feng Erlv rolling back and forth on the kang.

"Er-lv, stop thrashing around. Save your energy."

Covered in sweat from his struggles, Feng Erlv looked at Dao Zhenhua in terror:

"Brother Dao, what are you doing? We have no grievances..."

Seeing that the other party actually intended to eliminate her first, a fierce glint flashed across Kun Li's eyes. With a casual wave of her hand, she tossed out several black skulls. The moment they hit the ground, these skulls transformed into ghostly soldiers, forming a protective barrier around her.

He looked like a humanoid black turtle, standing upright with long legs and upper arms. His shell was thick and pitch black. A moment later, strange sounds came from within the shell, followed by a fluttering noise as a pair of black wings stretched out from the crevices.

"It's probably because I fed it too many bad guys earlier, so now it's refusing some of this gold!" Seryu said, completely oblivious to the resentful look her Teigu was giving her.

In just a short span of time, Xinmo swept through dozens of zombies like a withered tree snapped by the autumn wind, leaving the battle situation below utterly bewildered.

Through their daytime visits and investigations, they all discovered that every cultivator in this city had died, and all of them had transformed into spiritual entities. They repeated their actions without the slightest sense of incongruity—meaning that the cultivators of this Samsara City had all died in the exact same instant.

As soon as that voice finished speaking, lights indeed began to illuminate the mountain pass. Exactly one hundred and eight lights appeared. At the same time, many cultivators present also began to glow, though strangely enough, there were only one hundred and eight beams of light in total.

Thus, when Kang Longji made his move, Wu Xukuan would inevitably turn around and flee. But could he still escape?

The tenth divine mark on his chest was clearly divided into black and white, perfectly integrated as one primordial chaos, with faint wisps of chaotic aura circulating around it. It was already a glimpse into the Dao principles of Yin and Yang merging to form chaos—a natural talent of the Panda clan, and one that could not be envied.

Though the crowd did not understand what was happening, seeing the urgency of the situation, they didn't think twice and rushed forward. Suddenly, a cold flash appeared; the injured person produced a dagger from somewhere, and with two swift slashes, blood splattered everywhere.

The three old men also crowded into the laboratory to see what on earth Jiutian was about to do. Jiutian didn't mind and let the three of them watch. Finally, after a dazzling flurry of operations, a bottle of deep-blue concentrated nutrient solution was successfully concocted and appeared in Jiutian's hand.

Zhang Heng did not speak. He had already guessed this point: the main branch had long oppressed the collateral branches, and now that the main branch had been wiped out, the collateral branches naturally wouldn't feel any sorrow.

Sure enough, the Sect Master of Penglai laughed heartily, his face devoid of any trace of guilt, and instead spoke with an air of righteous indignation.

It was precisely because of Wei Wucai that they had reached their current position, securing a firm foothold for their company even in Hollywood.

"People capable of crafting spiritual artifacts are not many in Qingyang Palace—probably around three at most. They produce one spiritual artifact every one to five years, and their value is never low," Ding Bu'er said, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes. If they really managed to breach the gates of Qingyang Palace, they would truly strike it rich.

"Ah, but it doesn't matter. Since you're so excellent, if you treat her well, perhaps she'll slowly be moved and end up with you," Ling Si comforted Li Jie.

Because of this television drama, Hao Jinming's influence within Zhejiang TV had grown significantly.

Accompanied by an angry roar, the twelve mummies exerted all their strength, unleashing peerless divine abilities.

"No, it's just that the two people who had been watching me suddenly left a month ago. I thought they figured I was half-dead and wouldn't be able to escape or make trouble anymore, so they left without tailing me, considering it an act of mercy to let me go," Ye Yu said calmly, without showing much excitement.

"I..." Li Jie managed only a single word before trailing off, having no idea what else to say. Since she had no solutions of her own, silence was her best option.

However, seeing the close relationship between the Bai family and Lin Yu, he could only harbor this resentment in his heart and let it slowly fester.

The Wolf King was still left alone, alternately gazing at the cubs' corpses and raising its head to stare fixedly at me.

Whenever a funnel appears, it must be patched up. The construction of this economic development zone is just as crucial to Zhao Tiehu. Having come this far, he could never abandon it halfway.

The twin sisters turned to charge at the alien-fire bone beast. With their participation, the disadvantageous situation against the beast was instantly reversed.

Before long, Zi Wuwang finally recovered his vital energy and blood. Only then did he emerge from his secret chamber, enter the courtyard of the Zi family, and go to see who exactly this young man standing in the courtyard was.

"Mother, you really have a way with words. When have I ever spoken falsely in front of you?" Long Tianwei glanced at Xu Zhilin and said.

Recalling the events of the previous night, Xu Meilin tilted her head back and downed the fiery liquor in her cup. As the potent spirit slid down her throat, a searing blaze instantly ignited within her chest and abdomen.

Although web series sounded somewhat low-brow, once they truly blew up, they would sweep across the entire internet, lagging not a single bit behind traditional television dramas.

Long Qingchen felt a helpless resignation, completely out of options. Although he had warned Long Kongya and Long Kongmingyue twice, he still couldn't prevent them from bickering, nor could he truly bring himself to punish them harshly.

Leaving the Tianxiang Restaurant, Tang Fusheng immediately had someone investigate Dong Lanxiang's background. Judging by her tone, her identity and status seemed to be far from ordinary, didn't they?

"Good performance! Today's training ends here. Continue tomorrow!" Armored in full military attire, Long Linfei waved his arm, and the soldiers on the drill ground promptly dispersed.

Liu Hong sighed. In the end, he said nothing more, only stepping out of the tent to make preparations.

It is fine to enjoy eating and have a little extra, but if greed takes over and you gorge yourself, it is never a good thing.