Chapter 87: The Sharp-Tongued Woman

Inside the abandoned factory, the pungent scent of herbal medicine permeated the air.

“Uncle, the smell of this medicine is so sharp!” Lu You obediently lay on the ground while Ye Cheng sat beside him, a small cauldron before them.

This was no ordinary household pot that could be bought for a few dozen yuan at the supermarket, but a legendary treasure used exclusively for refining medicine—the King of Medicine Cauldron.

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Even among martial artists of the tenth rank, there were degrees of strength, and within the realm of the Nether, there were levels as well.

“Forget it, today I’ll rid the people of evil first. Otherwise, just looking at it… is disgusting.” Bai Chen clapped his hands, producing a crisp sound. Instantly, swords materialized in midair, and as the terrified gazes of those men fell upon him, Bai Chen revealed a smile devoid of warmth.

“What on earth is it…” Bai Chen furrowed his brow, staring intently at the painting that continued to reveal new lines. Lost in contemplation, he struggled to solve the mystery.

Situ Ming paced back and forth, saying repeatedly, “The Cult Leader has stooped to bring us a message—truly a disgrace for us and it troubles me greatly!” He bowed and clasped his hands toward Chu Hanyan.

“Well, have you determined the cause of death?” Thunder, waiting outside, immediately asked.

Damn it, would it be like back at the snowy plateau, where the Crescent Blade had to hack away piece by piece?

“What did he say?” Xia Xue asked, even though she knew Wang Qitian was lying, she couldn’t help but inquire.

Clutching his left arm, Wang Qitian quickly retreated, putting distance between himself and the monster.

While Cheng Yanqu led his troops in a fierce battle against Cheng Su’s personal guards inside Refuge No. 909, Qi Lin had already piloted the er004 powered armor through the third wave of the Black Tide, slaughtering foes time and again.

After much deliberation, Ye Chu wondered if perhaps her previous actions had caught Lu Huai’s attention. She had merely passed by, encountered Lu Huai by chance, and helped him out once.

He had returned, but Wang Nanbei still didn’t know how to explain the matter of Braluru to Xi Na. Furthermore, there were no other witnesses; any explanation would be feeble and unconvincing.

“Let’s take a look first. If it seems suitable, we’ll settle here for the night.” Wang Nanbei returned the courtesy and spoke with polite sincerity.

Through the scope, Wang Nanbei could clearly see the other party’s panic. With a slight turn of his head, he immediately understood what was happening. For the Free Army to be in such confusion, another powerful faction must have arrived.

In less than half a quarter hour, Lin Yi and his companion met up with the team ahead—the eagerly awaited Azure Cloud Sect.

More bizarrely, as the tree roots were pulled out, thick tunnels appeared in the ground; the pitch-black openings were bottomless, as if leading down to the depths of the Underworld.

Moreover, in darkness, fear is amplified a hundredfold; whatever one senses, the mind assumes the worst.

Of course, you don’t have to fight. Once the Northern Barbarians cross the Northern Frontier, they’ll head straight for the capital—that has nothing to do with me.

Just listen to that! Back then, Qin Fengyi said, “Father-in-law, don’t worry. I’m about to become a father myself; I won’t die yet.” He knew his father-in-law was worried, though the man always wore a cold face and a warm heart. Qin Fengyi was used to that.

Bai Ting had no intention of bickering with Aimeiru. She followed Aimeiru’s lead, swinging her sword, and in less than half a second, thrust thrice—at Aimeiru’s forehead and both shoulders.

As for the black wooden coffin, Leng Qi had no idea what it was. Before the old man was denounced publicly by those with red armbands, he had never even let Leng Qi touch it.