Chapter 115: The Stone Coffin

For Yudu City, where two rivers converge, river channel dredging and maintenance is a major annual event.

This year was no exception.

As always, the local government contracted out the project, selecting construction teams through a formal bidding process. Because the funding was stable, the technical requirements were moderate, and construction contracts had been scarce in recent years, river dredging was a highly coveted job that major engineering firms fought tooth and nail to secure. Yu Yongqiang had also expended considerable effort and utilized many connections to land the contract.

"Agreed," Chen Qi replied. Wang Jie was currently too formidable; none of them could defeat him alone. Only by joining forces would they have a chance.

What they shared in common were eyes of crystalline purple—clearly, they had been infected and demonized by the power of the Demon Spirits.

The name "Demon King Palace" was etched coldly and ruthlessly into their minds; it was the Demon King Palace that had stolen their bright futures.

"Did you kill them?" Jiang Huairen forced himself to stay calm. He had to be calm; he refused to give up this rare opportunity until the very end.

When everyone learned that it was Ye Xiu who had killed the Gate Master of the Ghost Sect, they were even more shaken—or rather, they were not just shaken, but petrified with horror.

The survivors in the encampment erupted in an uproar. Zhang Wei was one of the Level 2 evolvers in the Second Vanguard Group and ranked among the best of all the evolvers in the settlement, yet he had been left completely helpless.

What they shared were cold, icy faces and eyes, along with the blades they held, which flickered with frigid, biting sword energy.

Just as he was feeling proud of himself, he noticed his master’s displeased expression. He quickly dropped his stance, cast a sidelong glance at the nameless longsword that had lain buried in the yellow sand in front of the tombstone for a decade, and got back to work honestly.

"Big Brother, are we just going to let him go? That’s letting the bastard off too easily," Peng Yu said, clearly dissatisfied with Wu Xiaoyao’s decision.

This murderous aura provided a massive boost to Bai Qi’s combat prowess. Many enemies, the moment they were washed over by his killing intent, lost the courage to fight. The final outcome was either they turned to flee or died by Bai Qi’s hand.

Under his hood, Earls chuckled after saying this. He looked up at the half-moon in the night sky, and then his figure rapidly blurred, vanishing from the spot in the blink of an eye.

Ever since Coulson returned from Patch’s place and submitted that mission report, Director Nick Fury had developed an inexplicable sense of importance regarding this Patch Mavis.

After getting up and stretching, Tianci moved around a bit and walked straight out of the tent. He saw Elder Xiang, who was already up; due to his advanced age, Elder Xiang required very little sleep.

"No wonder you’ve been moved to take on a closed-door disciple..." Watching the faint smile tug at the corners of Li Luofeng’s mouth, Madame Gao felt a surge of inexplicable jealousy.

As Patch’s voice echoed into the distance, it wasn’t long before a deafening tremor erupted behind him, followed by a resonant and majestic voice reaching his ears.

She looked up and smiled. "The Master said that you reap what you sow. This year I planted a wisteria vine; by next winter, it will surely bloom in abundance. Everything is so monotonous when it’s covered in snow."

"A three-star Michelin Chinese restaurant—the only one of its kind in New York, and only two in all of North America. It’s no surprise you’ve heard of it," Zhang Taibai said with a smile.

Jin Yan instructed everyone to park in the lot, then took my hand and led the way at the front of the group as we entered the farmhouse estate.

Long Xing Tianxia was discussing the arrangements for the upcoming event when he heard someone calling him. He looked toward the sound, and a grin broke out on his face—wasn't that Feng Lin?

Chen Jiran’s voice was gentle, and the cold night breeze by the river could not penetrate the warmth growing in Gu Xixi’s heart.

Professor Sun tucked the corner of the quilt for Gu Xixi. Seeing her slightly furrowed brow, he couldn't help but reach out and touch it gently, hoping to smooth away the pain of her dreams.