Volume 1, Chapter 26: The "Human" in the Cannibal

Thump, thump, thump!
"Brother Rulong, please, open the door!"
"Brother Rulong, the zombies outside are all gone. What are we supposed to do now?"
"Brother Rulong, how come I smell the scent of a living person in your room?"
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Night.
At the suggestion of the Eastern Immortal Emperor, the Ancestral Qilin was placed under the command of the Celestial Worthy of Thunder Who Universalizes Transformation in the Nine Heavens.
At this moment, Lojia had not yet performed her "Resurreccion." Regardless of her temperament or appearance, she looked perfectly harmless. However, the trio from the First Squad dared not let their guard down in the slightest.
Zhu Song specifically chose a piece of mutton that hadn't been salted. It was cooked rare, with a patch of raw, pale red meat still visible, and the gamy, pungent odor of the lamb was overwhelming.
Ye Bing was different; he operated in the open. Many people knew him, so naturally, he had a wider circle of acquaintances.
Surely someone will say that G2 lost, but Chen Ke didn't. If Chen Ke hadn't been injured, do you really think Top Esports could have won?

Although he was the Jade Emperor of the Mythical Heavenly Court, ruling over the Great Luo Heaven and presiding over endless mythical worlds.
Old Du slapped his own forehead, his mind racing with a million wild thoughts. In his state of shock, he tapped open his communicator, preparing to contact the brothers on the periphery to come and see for themselves.
What on earth were those remnants of the Great Yan dynasty thinking? Instead of living a peaceful life, they insisted on dragging his lady into this mess.
Just then, a spirited and heroic young dragon prince walked over. He first paid his respects to the Four Dragon Kings and the Old Dragon King of Wansheng, then approached Princess Wansheng.
"Brother Pan, their big boss is arriving soon. How are we going to handle this?" a shifty-eyed man asked.
Following his memories, he returned to the "Immaculate Palace" established by the Immaculate Immortal.
"No problem!" Fang Deyu abandoned any thought of reneging on the debt and, with a grand gesture, pulled out his phone to scan Ye Fan's payment code.
A mass of pitch-black energy swirled at high speed, resembling a black hole. Upon reaching Jiang Xinyue, it suddenly detonated. The airflow exploded in all directions, transforming into numerous black threads—these threads were curved, just like lightning.
Your voice sounds like thousand-year-old ice. Are you sure you're asking me to a movie, rather than trying to murder me in the dark?
Seeing this display from Emperor Toba, many ministers in the court could not help but feel their hearts grow cold and filled with disappointment.
Manager Jiang took a deep breath. Since things had reached this point, she still chose Madam Lu. There were two reasons: first, while making money was important, it was predicated on the health center continuing to operate smoothly.

Ye Fan used a hands-on "lesson" to prove to the newcomers that the Wolf King was the Wolf King—the name was well-earned, and he would not tolerate provocation.
Gong Xiuzhu did not know that, back in the military, Chu Xuewei had often worked alongside special agents, so she had long been accustomed to life and death.
When Qiu Chuji saw Yun Xiao's smile, he felt it was truly sinister; the boy before him was nothing short of a demon.
Pushing open the heavy wooden door, dozens of burly men in black suits stood on either side of a red carpet. At the end of the carpet sat an Eight Immortals table. Due to the lighting, it was difficult to see the face of the person sitting alone at the table. It was clear that Wei Xian had entered the wrong room, but the door had already been locked.
A massive hole of light suddenly appeared, blindingly white—a brilliance this world had never known. The Skull Crawler paced restlessly, letting out a roar of rage.
He called the three men, including Huang Yan, and arrived at the bandit outpost. This was another surprise for Liu Zhi; the bandit soldiers in the guardroom had all been knocked out. Some were lying on their beds, others had slumped over the tables and fallen asleep, snoring like dead pigs, impossible to wake no matter how much they were prodded.
But knowing these things was actually useless; the core information was entirely in the hands of Fo Ji. Even if Wei Xian knew the ultimate goal of the "Heart-Confusing Mold," what could he do? Ask the Buddha Emperor for it? Giamotuo genuinely hoped that the mysterious Lord would have a lapse in judgment and go ask the Buddha Emperor directly.