Chapter 142: A Band of People

“Xue Jie is really so unmaterialistic, but some people are just too oblivious,” Lin Mingming teased, glancing at Lu Fei. Bai Qingxue didn’t want gifts, but Lu Fei shouldn’t have come empty-handed. A man so clueless about women’s hearts—Bai Qingya calling him useless was absolutely spot on.

“Xue Jie, this is what I prepared for you…”

Hearing the heavy, labored breathing behind him, Feng Yifeng immediately knew it was the breath of the person who had ambushed him. He had no idea whom he had offended in Macau for someone to want him dead, but that didn’t matter now. The most important thing was how to evade and find an opportunity to strike back.

“It’s right at the far east end of the third floor, easy to find. Just opposite the restroom…” Qian Feichao suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

“Sir, the waterline has been hit by three shells, tearing a huge hole, and the cabin is taking on water!” A panicked sailor rushed in, reporting loudly.

Bobcat scolded quietly, “You mean my cousin, Carterlat? He should be dead by now.” Not only Bobcat, but the other Bist Knights also raised their eyebrows at the mention, each looking as if they were about to hunt down Carterlat and tear him apart.

“Yes, that’s all! Now, I take my leave! Good night!” The tall figure bowed respectfully to Song Can in the darkness, stepped back twice, then vanished into the thicket. Mao Ji heard the crunch of branches breaking beneath footsteps, then everything fell silent.

Unconsciously, he had become the protagonist; all conversations revolved around him, and he controlled the atmosphere on the scene.

Suddenly, a black tendril, like a monstrous appendage, flickered past Chen Yufan’s mind’s eye once again.

With his resolve strengthened, Chen Yufan entered the game. After calling over Nicotine and Kare, the three of them resumed their monster-hunting journey.

Yet, under such circumstances, the soldier resisted his fear with tremendous willpower and fired a fatal shot at Chen Yufan.

Meanwhile, under Chen Xi’s investigation with forbidden runes, obscure forces were rapidly gathering at the base of the ancient trees.

So, facing this dire situation, even a common cultivator with lower strength than himself would lack the mental fortitude, right? Mo Qingchen laughed bitterly at himself.

She looked up a few times to confirm she didn’t recognize the other person. Tilting her head, she did not approach but instead went over to her mother Qiao Zhen.

“Brave warrior, please take all these soldiers with you. Otherwise, you might not be able to withstand the powerful undead creatures on the island,” Amy reminded.

Rong Zhi detailed the situation at the time, and Chu Yu understood clearly: Rong Zhi’s symptoms were clearly from an electric shock. The bracelet must have a protective mechanism that delivers a shock to anyone outside its range who tries to take it.

“The Yu family,” Qiao Zhen said calmly. In fact, she had already decided this back when Ning Ziyan threatened her with supplies.

“I think you’re just kicking a drowning dog!” Nie Wushang rolled his eyes at him. The proud Demon Lord of the Yuan Dynasty reduced to being called a drowning dog by her.

Everyone looked at each other, and finally an old network administrator was the first to raise his hand. Once someone led, others followed suit.

The old man’s words no longer carried any sorrow or grief; instead, they mingled with a sense of helplessness and loss.

“What is this?” Tian Xiang frowned, ignoring the other’s actions, bending down to point at the rotting flesh on the ground.

“His father, Zhong La, can’t drink anymore.” Mrs. Zhou saw her husband unmoving and still trying to persuade Bao Sheng to drink, so she had to step in herself.

After so long without such a peaceful sleep, she was easily contented, and this alone left her very satisfied.