Chapter 30: Accepting the Truth

While Lu Fei was causing a commotion at Chen Meng’s birthday banquet, Chen Meng’s husband, Luo Xin, Secretary-General of Bianjing, finally managed to reach Shu Qinghua by phone.

“Master Shu, what’s really going on with the old man? Why haven’t I been able to get through to you these past two days?”

“The old man is fine,” came Shu Qinghua’s sullen reply from the other end.

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In front of Yijiang Gate, several machine guns had been set up, and a Nationalist Army major stood stone-faced behind a sandbag barricade. “Open the city gates and let these refugees out,” Lu Yuan said calmly as he walked up to the major, his expression equally stern.

As Chen Yang and his companions pressed on through the Tianyin Mountains, the camp itself underwent some changes with the addition of Dong Yujue and Chen Yang’s parents.

Li Zhi had not given up on persuading Wang Qianqian to contact Goya. After all, meeting Dr. Goya through regular channels was far more appropriate than showing up at her house uninvited. Out of the three talents Li Zhi was seeking, he had already found two; only she remained.

With that, Li Qingcheng withdrew, while he himself set out, Chaos Sword in hand, ready to strike a fatal blow at any moment.

“And you?” Principal Wu asked with a shake of his head. A devoted follower of Keynes, he dismissed these ambiguous theories, but his keen instinct caught the crucial detail—was there someone backing this Chen Seventeen?

Mo Xiaosheng darted forward, his blade flashing as he struck at the giant python’s tongue. The serpent’s scales were impervious to blades and bullets, but Mo Xiaosheng refused to believe its tongue was the same.

Yet those dozens of test papers were gripped tightly in Gao Jun’s hands—not a single one had fallen, of that he was absolutely certain.

Chai Hua was a man who despised evil with a passion. Once he set his mind to something, nothing could sway him from seeing it through to the end.

In that very instant, Ye Meng had already reached the World Embryo—one thought and she could enter it.

Originally, Li Zhi had intended to invite Shi Sha to go with him, but she declined, claiming she was too exhausted from being “punished” the night before and couldn’t muster the energy to move.

Ye Xian knocked gently on the door, and only when a voice inside called, “Come in,” did he finally push it open and step inside.

There had been no warning; the black mist had appeared suddenly, inexplicably, making him feel as though a thorn pricked at his back—an ominous and perilous sensation. Now, the mist hovered above Cangyuan Town. Surely, nothing good would come of it. The wisest course was to stay put and not act recklessly.

“Scar, what do you want from me? Go on, don’t tell me someone sent you to kill me,” Cheng Tian probed.

For players, the question of how to cooperate with NPCs had always been a difficult one.

Having been reborn, Yu Bin understood all too well the importance of national organizations. How could he possibly neglect such formidable power?

Yao Ziying neither looked nor listened; she focused solely on the cigarette in her hand, as though nothing in the world could hold her attention more than that cigarette at this moment.

Wang Zhi ran’s worldview was shattered by what lay before him. Wasn’t America in the midst of a civil war? How could there still be so many people flocking to the casinos for entertainment?

At that moment, Li Tianxiong’s eyes were pitch-black, and his stance was anything but normal. His hands trembled uncontrollably; malevolent energy engulfed his entire body. He had already succumbed to the demonic influence—indeed, his state was even more dire, completely overtaken by this evil, just as Xie Mu had been when possessed by the “Abyss.”

Yang Yan struck again and again, never missing, shattering each target as countless bolts of lightning washed over his body.

Outside Nanli Mountain, Zhang Long watched from afar and shook his head, thinking to himself, “So you really did become this powerful. Among the six of us, only you have seized the future.”

Everyone exchanged uncertain glances, unsure what to believe. Yet if the scene Fusu described really came to pass, would they all be out of work? Would their current comfortable, worry-free lives come to an end?