Chapter 86: Speculation

"Are you from the Myriad Immortals Hall?"

Lu Fei's expression suddenly turned icy cold, a frigid aura surging forth like a tidal wave. In that moment, he resembled a peerless king of frost risen from the depths of the earth, radiating a sinister and terrifying presence.

Even Lin Qingqi, who was closest to him, could feel the hair on her body stand on end under this aura.

Deng Mengqi trembled all over, staring at Lu Fei in utter shock. In her eyes, golden flames flickered. Jun Yan, however, remained calm, as if the words of the spirit within the demon blade did not concern him in the slightest. This indifference made the spirit grind its teeth in frustration, feeling deeply slighted.

Chu Jingnan saw dozens of crimson talismans flying toward him. He gripped his sword hilt and spun rapidly in midair, his arm wielding the long sword like a spinning top, stirring the surrounding air into a high-speed vortex. A pillar of icy blue light shot forth, emanating a chilling aura as it collided with the swarm of red talismans.

Recalling how, in her youth, she could always get what she wanted with a sorrowful display, Li Xiangdong’s heart ached uncontrollably.

Du Tie said, "Because he knows too many secrets now. As long as he lives, our lives are at risk."

Tang Fan was speechless. This fat man had just been speaking so boldly, encouraging him, but now he looked utterly timid and hesitant.

Chen Jingzhi and Xin Shicheng were conscientious and earnest. Every assignment they completed on behalf of others had been reviewed by Hua Jiuquan.

"Since you are the disciple of Old Man Whitebeard, then by rights you ought to address us as Martial Uncles," Redbeard and Bluebeard said to Tang Fan in unison.

"Hiss!" As elders of the Medicine King Valley, the two from the Medicine Fields immediately sensed something was off about Duan Yun. Others only saw his outward arrogance, but they failed to notice the demonic thoughts festering within him.

Standing before the stone wall, Ji Lingsheng glanced upwards in relief. The irregular gaps in the stone face meant that this mountain could indeed be climbed.

After escaping with the earth-burrowing technique, four burly Eastern Europeans armed with silenced pistols rushed over, their faces blank as they scanned their surroundings. Seeing the peaceful street with no trace of their quarry, the leader pointed in all directions, signaling the group to fan out and search.

"Stop talking, I’ll get the medicine..." Flustered, An Qi dashed into her bedroom. After rummaging through several cabinets, she finally found a boxed medical kit. Unfazed, she snipped open Xingyang’s clothing and took out needle and thread to suture his wound.

"Uncle Wei! Uncle Wei! Trying to shirk work so early in the morning?" Zhou Ming barged into Wei Junming’s office without ceremony, grinning broadly.

In any case, they had already passed the most dangerous and vulnerable bend in the road. The rest was a straight stretch—they could accelerate and drive out of the forest. Even if bandits appeared now, escape would be easy. Everyone heaved a collective sigh of relief.

Wang Shuangfei smiled. "Hello, Doctor Zhou!" During the earlier introductions, he had already learned the names of the six medical staff. Bright since childhood, Wang Shuangfei’s memory was exceptional, and his powers of observation equally keen.

"Father." Ping Bin’s tone was tinged more with respect than familial affection. Though Ping Fan held him close, Ping Bin’s unfamiliarity made him feel somewhat distant and unable to accept the gesture fully.

Zhou Yu suddenly said playfully, "Of course! If anyone tries to take it from me, I’ll fight them to the end!" Jin He’s confession had moved him deeply—afraid he might shed tears of emotion, Zhou Yu chose to joke.

For this reason, Su Han knew he absolutely could not invite Mayor She out, nor even broach the subject.

At that moment, several classmates and their families poked their heads out of the private room, watching Xia Chuchu interrogate Ye Ming. Their faces were lit with surprise and excitement.

Lin Xingchen looked at the barely edible bowl of rice soup and the pickled vegetables, made from who-knows-what insect corpses. Damn it, if he didn’t know for certain that the Spirit Wolf King hadn’t done this on purpose, he’d seriously blast him straight to the next world.