Chapter 132: The Strength of Beasts of Burden

On the mound sat an object with a peculiar design, yet one instantly recognizable to any Hollywood fan.

They finally decided to yield to Lin Qi—though, of course, they would frame it as a "negotiation" to sound more palatable.

"This is the magnetic accelerator used by the divers," Han Zhou said, turning it over in his palm.

If the slightest misstep provoked public resentment, there would be no shortage of people ready to kick them while they were down. This was a concern even under the best conditions of strict control and unified resolve; if the leadership were ineffective or subordinates acted in bad faith, it would be a catastrophe for the commander, likely ending their career right then and there.

Lin Chengqi learned that the Origin Realm essentially possessed a rule-like self-awareness, while the Phantom Realm, upon its birth, existed within the Origin Realm as an ownerless object that could be inherited.

"Master Tang, are you saying that man placed the cursed artifact on top of the Yangke Group building?" Elder Zhuang asked in astonishment. "That... that can't be possible, can it?" In Elder Zhuang's view, no matter how powerful a magical artifact was, its range could not extend that far. They had climbed over a dozen floors and were nearly at the roof; what kind of cursed artifact could be that potent?

Later, however, Henry VIII's chief advisor, Wolsey, succeeded in preserving the alliance between the two countries through other means, rendering Mary’s political marriage unnecessary. The engagement was called off once again.

Lear was caught off guard by the question and gave a dry cough, stealing a glance at Claudia’s expression.

"Alright!" Tang Chen had finally been waiting for these words and stood up in a hurry. In his eagerness, he reached out to brush the fine sand from Zhou Xuanying’s thigh, completely unaware that her face was already burning as if she had a fever.

"Zorik..." Feeling slightly better, Elder Muba forced himself to speak: "Dingila has completed the mission." Hearing his name, Dingila’s expression tightened, his eyes nervously fixed on the old man who held the power of life and death over him, yet stood closer to the brink of death than he did himself.

Ji Zhentian’s anger had not yet subsided, but the look of immense expectation in Ji Jinyun’s eyes made it impossible for him to refuse. He opened the box, but upon seeing the contents, his expression shifted drastically, while Madam Zhang, standing nearby, simply gaped, unable to utter a single word.

What does three hundred thousand mean? Currently, the total number of internet users in the country is less than three hundred million. Three hundred thousand might seem like nothing compared to three hundred million, but in reality, reaching three hundred thousand views in a single day is the best achievement any video creator in history has ever reached.

He could not, and neither could Gao Xiangyu; therefore, until solid evidence surfaced, there was no need to alert the enemy. After all, no one could predict what kind of deranged actions Shao Ting might take, or if he would become desperate enough to strike at him or Jiang Yi.

"I was forced into this! Su Li’s birth mother made me promise never to speak of it for the rest of my life!" Wen Baolian retorted righteously, though Chu Ge didn't believe a word of her nonsense.

When Lin Pei said that Fifth Master Wen was the one who murdered their father, Lin Su believed it without a shadow of a doubt. But after spending time with the man himself, the kind-hearted Lin Su began to waver.

The person lying on the hospital bed was covered with a white sheet. His warmth had faded, and his body was slowly growing rigid.

Tian Jiajia also tried opening a Douyin account, but she had fewer than ten thousand followers, which was quite pitiful.

In his previous life, before the Ghost King killed Qiao Tianyang, he had arrogantly and inadvertently revealed his fatal weakness. In this life, Qiao Tianyang intended to use that to eliminate the Ghost King early, before he grew too powerful. If he couldn't get close to the Ghost King, how could he ever destroy him?

Su Li’s current whereabouts were elusive, but Chu Ge was certain his wife wouldn't have gone far. Because of the company and her family, Su Li had to still be in Jiangcheng. The experience of using netizens to find someone in Yanjing had given Chu Ge a great idea; he decided to follow the same pattern and have everyone help him find his wife this time.

However, no matter how he tried to press them with his authority, the four of them—Ye Ping and the others—remained as unmoved as if they felt nothing at all.

Hearing his words, Jiang Shengze looked at his own hands. Should he put down the chicken? Or the duck?

"She’s ignoring me now. What should I do?" Wang Xianping rubbed his slightly bruised forehead.

Moreover, the positioning of the corpse's facial features had shifted slightly away from the midline—the line running from the crown of the head to the chest—following death. At this point, I made a quick calculation and grasped the general situation, letting out a long sigh of relief. Still uneasy, I examined several more victims of these bizarre deaths, and they were all exactly the same.

Her wavy black hair was pinned into a cloud bun; she had arched, delicate brows, a pair of almond eyes brimming with tenderness, a straight and elegant nose, and peach-blossom cheeks faintly flushed. Her lips were like crimson paint, her oval face glowed with a soft rosy hue, her skin was as crystalline and flawless as snow-white jade, and her slender, graceful figure was as ethereal as a fairy.

Yet there was no pilot on the plane. The personnel who received them said that they would have to pilot the aircraft themselves to reach the Dahun Valley to protect General Kahn, the Commander-in-Chief of the Earth Defense Force stationed there.

This unusual, joyous singing made Lan Shui, who was observing her from outside, shudder. The more he thought, the more restless and confused he became. A quarter of an hour later, he leaped up and vanished into the thicket.

"Li’er, what do you think?" Kangxi felt it wasn't quite right. How could Castiglione understand the deep-seated, centuries-old ailments of China?