Chapter 52: Afterword and the Clown Carnival

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[Ding! Welcome, NPC Jiang Sengsheng, to the decryption game!]
[Instance "Bus 404" completed! OOC degree less than 15%! Perfect performance achieved!]

Lying on the bed and wincing in pain, Jiang Sengsheng covered her face in agony.
Being a formal employee of the ninth layer of hell, couldn't they at least give some employee benefits!

Jumping straight into the ghost's mouth, Jiang Sengsheng felt like she was playing with fire and burning herself, hurting so much that she almost rolled on the ground, completely losing her composure.

After once again exhausting every ounce of strength to block the fireball spat out by the Netherfire Lizard, Gu Xiuyan finally could support himself no longer, his legs turning to jelly as he collapsed onto the ground.

"Investigate! Find out who on earth spoke such outrageous blasphemy. Today, I must see who has the audacity to do so!" Hearing Wufu's words, Duan Chuyi felt as though his internal organs were being pierced by the tips of daggers, his voice trembling with irrepressible fury.

"Chuyi, how are you? Can you still hold on?" Leaning against Duan Chuyi's back and seeing his shoulder stained crimson with blood, Dai Yu said with a solemn expression.

Determined to thoroughly eliminate this hidden threat, Wang Kun finally decided to make a desperate gamble, pulling out more than half a year's income of the Wang family in one go. He gathered numerous prominent figures from the underworld, preparing to strike together and wipe out the Zhang family by force once and for all.

Just listen to such eloquence; how could it possibly be something a beggar could utter? Even those wealthy patrons who frequented the Pine and Bamboo Pavilion could not speak so pleasingly to the ear.

"I did live in the apartment outside for a few years, but... my dad said there was nobody to look after me, so I rarely went there. It really is rather desolate over there." Zhao Tuo retrieved four photo albums from the cabinet beside the television.

"To be honest, this prospective son-in-law is not bad at all. It was mentioned before that adoption is also an option." Madam He shook her head.

"I've appointed you as a principal, yet you seem extremely reluctant. Did you misunderstand my words?" Looking at Jiang Xin's blushing, delicate face, Zhang Yang asked in puzzlement.

Zhao Shaoqing was quite curious to see to what extent he would grow if she were to teach him everything she knew.

Even so, as a Face Shaper, one naturally possessed an extraordinary sense of superiority. Just imagine: having mastered this craft, one could freely transform into anyone's face. In the visual-centric Moth Kingdom of Felochen, a Face Shaper would be such a sought-after and revered profession!

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The ground was covered with a thick red carpet, and the walls on both sides were gilded, making the place look exceptionally luxurious.

While Asaba and Conan were chatting, Asaba suddenly paused slightly as a single droplet of water fell onto the glass window of the Professor's Volkswagen Beetle.

"My Lord... rest assured! Once this Heart of the Giant is swallowed, it will definitely grant you heaven-defying power!" the patriarch of the Botian clan said with utter confidence.

There, a bipedal lizard approaching sixty meters in length and at the peak of Tier 5 was slowly shifting its body, occasionally sweeping a professional into its maw.

Shortly after, the white color began to condense again, turning into tiny spots of bright light while the main body of the flame grew dark—though a closer look revealed it to be an intense, deep shade of blue. Although the color dimmed, the overall brightness of the flame actually increased instead of decreasing, growing even more dazzling.

After all, the Golden Armor currently oversaw the entire situation. Once the Sovereign returned and saw Earth reduced to such a mess, the enraged Sovereign would likely make the Golden Armor the very first target of his wrath.

A sharp blade pierced her heart, bringing unspeakable agony. Yet in the blink of an eye, even this piercing pain departed from her.

Having waited for a month, Han Dong still had no idea when this "immediate future" was supposed to arrive. Unable to wait any longer, Han Dong went to find him in person. Captain Chang, unaware of Han Dong's background, had no choice but to set aside his busy work and receive him personally.

"Director Xie, you must understand me. There has always been an unwritten rule of running errands fees in our legal profession. To get Professor Zhou Dasheng to personally step forward, every level of lobbying requires money. Did you really think much of it would end up in my own pocket?" Hu Jinping hurriedly defended himself.

Damn Yuan Zhouzi! Wang Lihua shifted all the blame onto her husband. In a fit of rage, she booked a flight and flew straight to Guangzhou.

"What's wrong? Are you injured?" Jian Yiyang asked, looking anxiously at Yin Tianchao, who was sitting in the front passenger seat.

Thus, as early as her first visit, Xu Yun had thoroughly explored this apartment, naturally keeping a close eye on where the good things were hidden.

Xue Meng played with the fruit in her hand, using spiritual energy to ripen it, then took a few bites—it was fresh, crisp, and juicy.

Qianqian massaged her temples and murmured, "Can I?" She was indeed homeless right now, and she still had to find a way to rescue her brother and settle him down properly; she simply had no time to worry about her future daily life.

"Alright, I'll call Mom later and tell her about it," Ning Yuanlan nodded. After chatting with the family for a little longer, the doorbell rang.

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Before the Big Yellow Duck even realized what was happening, he had been pushed out of the bathroom. Then the bathroom door slammed shut right in front of his face with a loud bang, followed by a click as it was locked from the inside.

Early the next morning, a fleet of inland heavy-duty barges towed by two steam-powered ships set off, and Liu Mu joined them heading north toward Chang'an.

Shu Mo felt a row of crows silently flying across the top of her head. Why did she suddenly feel like the bumpkin standing beside a tycoon?

Linger gently held Conghan's hand and said, "Sister Conghan, let's go chat for a while." How could Conghan refuse? With a nod, the two of them walked aside.

Seeing this, Shu Mo smiled helplessly, then affectionately and generously planted a kiss on his lips.

In her memory, the priests and chieftains of ancient tribes, as well as the pharaohs within the pyramids, all held a scepter symbolizing power and status. The High Priest of some unknown tribe was naturally no exception, except that his scepter seemed a bit overly extravagant, and she always had a lingering sense that it was somewhat ominous.

"If you come within a ten-centimeter radius of me..." Lin Xiu said, suddenly rising to his feet as the two approaching men rushed forward, and with a double kick, he sent them flying through the air.

"Who kicked the door just now?" the young lord asked in Japanese, his voice as cold as winter wind, sending shivers down anyone's spine.

However, Sasuke was not some trick-depleted Inuzuka Kiba; repeating the same old trick was not going to be that easy.

It wasn't that Mizuki had never considered permanently imprisoning Old Purple to eliminate the possibility of him being captured by the Akatsuki organization. But the moment he recalled that even the Five Great Shinobi Villages were unable to keep Old Purple properly contained, he decided to drop the idea—without beating or stunning the jinchuriki into submission, getting them to obey obediently was simply too difficult.

Su Yuan did not speak, choosing instead to play a segment of temporal recording. This served both to clear up Limeng's doubts and prove the fairness of the competition, as well as to enlighten the audience members who had missed the previous scenes. After all, with such an anomaly appearing on the bumper car track, a proper explanation was indeed necessary.

"You—" Although Wu Lingbo understood the meaning of his words and completely agreed with them, seeing how arrogant he acted without showing the slightest bit of worry still inexplicably stirred up her anger.

"Leaving Dragon's Heart was my own choice, unrelated to anyone else. You had better answer my question, otherwise I guarantee you won't see tomorrow's sun." At that moment, killing intent had already welled up in my heart; if she failed to give me a sufficient reason to live, she would surely die tonight.

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