Chapter 67 What are you doing?

The "Owner away on travel, temporarily closed" sign on the "Flash of Inspiration" ramen shop looked as though it had been hanging for several days, now covered in a thin layer of dust.

Inside the Deva Headquarters, the Lord of Deva sat in his chair surrounded by utter darkness, not even a single light turned on.

The two men behind could not see the leading man's expression, but his eyes were filled with terror. His limbs had grown rigid as if they no longer belonged to him, and with a short, spasmodic gasp, he rooted to the spot.

Seeing Shen Jun acknowledge the order earnestly, Gao Heng let out a soft sigh, the mist in his deep eyes growing heavier. Recalling all the abnormal behaviors Cheng Jinzhi had exhibited before him, he could not help but feel all the more convinced that she was hiding something from him.

The once world-shaking warriors of Echigo were ultimately forced to leave their homeland, abandoning the land that had once been their pride.

The deterrent power of a handgun was quite effective, but there were still those who refused to believe it, because firing a shot meant attracting zombies, which was tantamount to mutual destruction.

He first let out a bizarre, electric screeching sound like Pikachu, and then abruptly unleashed a blinding flash of lightning that enveloped the two monstrous birds.

Because every single item here could potentially come in handy, taking a little trouble now was far better than being caught empty-handed when the need arose.

A few minutes later, we looked at that thick, dictionary-like "translation" marked with International Phonetic Alphabet symbols, staring at each other in speechless silence.

A few seconds later, I saw flashes of lightning faintly weaving through the clouds, and then, about a second later, a bolt of lightning from an unknown source bypassed the lightning rod on the roof, striking abruptly straight into the recreation room and landing squarely on top of my head.

Looking at the servant lying on the ground, He Ping felt a tinge of pity. Every pitiful person had something hateful about them; to survive in an ancient castle without being turned into a vampire's thrall meant one was either a slave broken by the vampires or a servant who willingly submitted to them as master. Either way, a story was bound to lie behind it.

As for those Xiongnu, Zhang Yang could not muster even a shred of trust. Especially Yufuluo, who had previously broken his alliance! If it hadn't been for Yuan Shao ordering Ju Yi to lead an elite force in pursuit that time, who knows where he might have been abducted by Yufuluo.

"Hah, it seems you're doubting the result personally verified by yours truly." This arrogant and insufferably cocky voice belonged to none other than that fellow Su Liimo.

Even if things went awry, Lü Bu's son would naturally inherit Lü Bu's legacy, leaving them with someone to pledge their allegiance to, wouldn't they?

Bai Zhiyan took it and smiled, saying, "Of course I believe you," as he handed her a fiery red jade ring.

"Besides that, prepare twenty portions of breakfast for me and pack them all together. Since I'm going to do a good deed, I might as well do a little more. Do you think I'm doing the right thing?" Zhang Dawei finally had a clever moment.

Gamora was piloting Ronan's flagship toward Xandar. Her intention was clear: to locate the Power Stone.

"Why didn't you mention this earlier? Should we go get it checked out at the hospital?" Tang星宇 (Tang Xingyu) instantly grew nervous, asking her with concern.

As for Zhou Huan, he was also being watched by the people sent by Xie Daoyun, leaving this pair of star-crossed lovers with longing gazes and no possible recourse.

Wasn't it obvious? Every word, open or veiled, was about him. Yet at this moment, he could not bring himself to utter a single word of scolding.

After Shi Potian and the others had walked far away, Shi Zhongyu turned back to find Ding BuSan and the others, taking the opportunity to try and persuade Ding BuSi.

When he first arrived, he hadn't understood why Bai Chenxi was wearing a veil, but by this point, he suddenly understood the reason.

Then, after he stepped out of a certain perimeter, his cell phone suddenly rang. Lin Mu took out his phone, glanced at it, and saw it was a call from Kotori. Feeling somewhat puzzled, he answered it without hesitation.

"What are you talking about?" She raised a hand to strike his back, but seeing his furrowed brow, she was instantly overcome with heartache.

The person had fully prepared themselves to welcome their own phantom beast, only for the phantom beast ball to open and reveal... a salted fish.

Ten years—neither long nor short. Yet who could predict what things would be like after a decade? Should she truly trust him or not?

In the distance, the teaching building stood quietly. The school was already on break, with only scattered senior high school students moving in and out of the campus. They hurried over, collected their guidebooks, and hurried back home.

As soon as they entered the boudoir, Wu Xiyan began interrogating Gu Lingxi, demanding to know if there was a specific purpose behind her visit.

"Clang!" The long sword trembled slightly, and a clear red scratch appeared on Shang Panjun's neck. Ding Jinxi applied a tiny bit of force, using practical action to tell the other man not to waste breath. He only wanted to know what he needed to know; beyond that, Ding Jinxi was unwilling to waste even a shred of energy.

As she spoke, she lashed out at both of them with green tree branches, willow twigs, a floor-sweeping broom, and a flower-picking basket—basically anything she could lay her hands on.

"Senior Xiaoyao, you mentioned that someone lured you out of Jiangcheng back then. Did you manage to see the face of the person who lured you? I suspect that person is from the same faction that exterminated my entire Yun family clan," Yun Xiao asked.

Gudon hurriedly stopped scratching his head, flustered as he tried to brush the dandruff from his shoulders.

It was currently between classes, and the classroom was a scene of lively chatter. Students gathered in small groups of three or five, holding their smartphones and talking, occasionally letting out bursts of startled cries.

Across various nations in the mortal realm, divination masters saw their fingertips flash wildly with light, their flesh rotting away, yet profound and meaningful smiles lingered on their faces.