Chapter 105: Going Out

Not a single word was spoken before the ground outside began to tremble violently, but they had no idea what was happening. At that moment, Zhao Ling’er suddenly felt unwell all over, as if burning with fever. She kept trying to peel off her clothes, but was quickly stopped by Ye Yuer, who frowned in concern.

“What on earth is going on? Why would he act this way? Could it be that he has some kind of connection to whatever is outside? It feels like he knows something about what’s happening here, but right now, he just can’t recall those memories—they only come to him when he’s unconscious. Maybe we should knock him out again and try to jog his memory.”

Ye Yuer spoke beside her, raising her hand as if to render him unconscious. Meanwhile, Zhao Ling’er seemed almost frantic, as if desperate to go outside and search.

“Senior Brother Qiusheng, Senior Sister, greetings. I am Zhong Bang,” Zhong Bang said respectfully, greeting the two.

She had seen genuine glazed porcelain discs before, but found them far less delicate and translucent than the bottle she held in her hand. Thinking of the value of those glazed bottles, her eyes gleamed and her breath grew heavier as she gazed upon the bottle she now possessed.

When the large denomination silver note known as the Great Jing Treasure Note—something she had only heard of but never seen—floated lightly from the white-clad man’s hand to Tian Qi’s, Tang Luer’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

Traitors were the people the old master despised most. Describing Zhou Kang with those two words was enough to show how much the old master detested him.

Su Kui handed the report card to Jiang Fei, obedient as a lamb, presenting the exam paper with both hands.

Hou Yujian had reverted to his former dissipated self, indulging in food, drink, and pleasure, caring for nothing. He even swore to me that no matter what disasters awaited Han Ye in the future, he would no longer believe in them. He said Han Ye only had a ruse of self-sacrifice, no real calamity; believing that Han Ye would fail was no better than believing in ghosts.

I secretly called Cheng Song to ask how his inquiries were going. He said he hadn’t uncovered anything yet, but told me Jiang Shuiyue might know something—I should ask her.

“I refuse to bow down for a few measures of rice!” Mi Xue’er shouted toward the river, shaking the empty beer can before throwing the last bottle into the water with great force.

Just moments ago, Ji Ziming, who had been wearing an expressionless mask like an ice block, now stared in complete shock.

At this moment, the outcome would no longer depend on the number of troops or strength, but on who could recover their stamina first... This was the thinking of Yu Gu and how he analyzed the situation with his subordinates.

Earlier, in order to lure the blind ghost, Savvy had taken off his coat and hidden a grenade within it, using a short iron wire to fashion his coat into a deadly explosive trap.

Savvy took several deep breaths to calm the heart pounding fiercely in his chest. But before he could even catch his breath, a ghoul lunged at him, fangs bared and claws outstretched.

After a brief tremor, the labyrinth regained its calm. Meanwhile, deep within the lower level of the maze, the spindle-shaped eye slowly opened. Electric sparks danced around it as the golden eye gradually closed again, a single drop of golden blood trickling out.

It was truly ironic: what began as a surprise attack ended in a desperate breakout. From over twenty thousand soldiers, only about four thousand remained. Among them, more than six hundred students from Whirlpool Island had perished in a single battle, leaving fewer than three hundred survivors.

Long Sun Wuji, standing nearby, observed everything about Li Chengqian and nodded inwardly. Though his nephew sometimes acted recklessly, his handling of affairs was methodical and meticulous.

In a fit of anger, Lu Zhishen disregarded everything and charged toward the mountain stronghold, swinging his monk’s staff wildly.

Yao Zhiyuan’s eyes were icy and focused intently on Yao Qianyun’s belly. His gaze was like a poisoned arrow, as if it could pierce through her abdomen. Uneasy, Yao Qianyun hugged her stomach and took a wary step back.

Clearly, although Yun Feng had angered them, he had not truly reached a state of forgetfulness. After all, Murong Rou’s relentless performance was too intense for these young people. For them, merely glimpsing the upper realm with their own eyes was something they had never dared to imagine before.

“Mother, how have you been lately?” Li Xun asked happily upon seeing Hua Jianying. Hua Jianying, appearing somewhat fuller than before, seemed to have fared well recently, likely because Li Jingzong had treated her kindly, allowing her to live a relatively comfortable life.