Chapter 95: Who Are You?

On the fierce battlefield by the main gate, gunfire and explosions rose and fell without pause. Bullets tore through the air, carrying lethal intent as they hunted their prey.

Puh, puh, puh.

A spray of blood burst from Anthony’s body, and he collapsed helplessly to the ground.

“My family can live...”

That was the last thought that flickered through his mind before his consciousness sank into darkness.

After Zhang Liang eliminated that fire position, he did not linger for even a moment. He immediately shifted his aim and continued cutting down the enemy.

The target had already been forced into a dead end. As for the endless stream of...

Most of the online commenters offered blessings, some were simply there for the spectacle, but many were sarcastic, and the negative remarks were harsh indeed.

Let me fall into a dream of tender longing, where you and I grow drunk in it. The murmuring of my heart was but a bond from a former life continued into this one; at night I ponder, and still cannot forget.

I put one disc after another into the player, yet none contained the song I wanted to hear. Just as I idly twirled my hair, a sudden mechanical voice jolted me upright, and I felt instantly invigorated, as if shot through with a surge of energy.

“I don’t know.”

That one sentence was like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, extinguishing the interrogator’s enthusiasm at once. The interrogator glanced at Noy, who raised a hand in a stopping gesture. After receiving the order, the interrogator nodded regretfully.

The third concubine had never liked the second concubine’s way of doing things, so she spoke those words from the bottom of her heart, unwilling to yield.

“Conway, keep your eyes locked on that bus. I think there may be something wrong with it.”

After a long silence, Chen Bo suddenly said those words. I felt he made perfect sense, and at once a thin sheen of cold sweat broke out over me.

Su Min took the bowl and drank it all at once. The soup was warm, faintly sweet, fresh and refreshing, and there was something invigorating about it.

Zhao Boan’s face was cold as if drained of all warmth, expressionless, yet his fingers could not help clenching tightly.

There was not a single glimmer of light on the steps above. Sha Dutian sighed and said, “Let things take their course. The situation here is complicated, and we do not even know where the place above leads. Once we understand the truth, it will not be too late to make our wish.”

Zhao Ruozhi stared at him in astonishment.

“Don’t forget what I do! I am a spirit-medium. Catching demons and finding ghosts is my trade. But I must borrow the power of incense to find where those spirits and monsters are hiding.”

I have always been a reckless crosswalk warrior! That is, as long as I see no cars, I just walk straight ahead; if there are cars, I freeze in place like an idiot and wait for the light.

Since it’s only a dream, why not dream one that makes me relaxed and happy? Why insist on having a nightmare that leaves me awkward and suffocated?

Though there are differences, I can be certain that the place recorded on this map is very similar to one of the two sheepskin maps we obtained.

An Ming stood outside the bright doorway, while Sutani sat inside the curtain-drawn, prison-like room.

“Good. There’s a mountain range ahead, and there should be some water sources in it. Let’s head there!”

Liu Sisi pointed at the endless mountain range ahead.

Bai Xuega grabbed Adou Mibao’s hand again and let her feel it herself. With a twist of his wrist, he swept the long sword upward to deflect a henchman’s weapon, then used the momentum to draw it back in a slicing arc, brushing against her chest. Had his elbow moved out a little, the sword would have missed cleanly.

The proper description would be: even a soaring dragon has cause to regret.

Having slain the emperor, what should be done now? How was the situation to be settled from here?

All eyes converged on Jia Huan.

Fortunately, the house was still standing. After Bai Xuega put all the things into the boxes, he went down to the underground growing base. Without anyone to care for it, his subterranean farm had already been left completely to ruin.

Shen Li did not go out of his way to provoke him. After all, Yu Chen had been of great help. With him, Shen Li and the others no longer needed to worry about travel permits, food and supplies were delivered right to their doorstep, and their injuries were treated as well.

It sounded simple enough, but it was far from easy in practice. The garrison was not a wooden puppet; it could not simply stand there and watch the imperial ships draw near the city and lower their gangplanks.