Chapter 85 Carrying the Corpse (II)

My chest tightened in waves, and I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of fate had befallen me. Old Wang, bald as ever, had worked all his life and only encountered corpses with rising body temperature twice; yet on my very first corpse-moving job, I’d run into it. Who knows whether Old Wang’s stories were true or not—I hurriedly set the woman’s body down, tore off the burlap sack covering her, and prepared to pry open her mouth.

The woman had only just died; her skin was supple, brimming with collagen.

My heart pounded wildly...

“How can it be impossible? Didn’t he accomplish even the most unlikely things?” The man’s face flushed crimson as he barked these words.

Even though Treasurer Song had retreated to a mountain temple for “purification,” Bai Yiqian never considered him a gentle soul. If he were, Song Baiyan would never have come so far.

Scarlet spiritual energy rose from the blade of the Nether Wanderer, transforming into countless points of light that twined around the sword’s tip, finally becoming a spirit bird with wings outstretched, ready to soar. Its proud head revealed an untamed posture—clearly the blood of the divine beast Vermilion Bird. Under Huyan Batian’s spiritual insight, it had been wholly absorbed and refined.

Zhang Yichao saw that all the wolf-beast demons had been poisoned and lost their fighting strength. He personally led his army straight to the city walls, launching an assault on the weakened wolf-beast demons. Ultimately, the beasts suffered another crushing defeat, their casualties devastating—almost the entire army was wiped out. Only the Snow Wolf King and the White Wolf King managed to escape back to Victory City.

“Uncle, what do you mean by this? Don’t forget, you wouldn’t have come so far without my father’s help.” Li Yan snorted coldly as she spoke.

“Get to the point!” Gu Luo’s mind was a tangled mess, and she had to admit she was at her wit’s end with this gossip-loving, disrespectful old teacher.

Although Xia Yan had heard of Zhuang Jian, and even fought alongside him yesterday, she hadn’t exchanged words with him. Sensing the youth, she found not a trace of harshness that might come from newfound power—on the contrary, he was polite and reserved, a refreshing presence.

Confronted by his predicament, the Ghost Bull King refused to accept defeat. To eliminate General Muhad once and for all, he sought out the Arab warrior General Huntianluo, requesting his aid in battle.

A faint voice, laced with a hint of mockery, drifted lightly through the room, instantly stirring a chorus of voices.

Ten years had passed, and Feng Qingcheng had grown to a certain maturity; it was time for her to pursue what she truly wanted.

In life, these bones belonged to formidable beings. Buried after death, their spiritual energy persisted, infusing the surrounding land with abundant energy and transforming the area into a treasure trove.

Ji Shaosi lowered his gaze to read He Tiantian’s examination report, then looked up to question the expert physician ahead.

The Mystical Universe Art emphasizes natural growth without forced action. Sha Yuehua merged Daoist yin-yang and the interplay of the five elements with the nine elemental branches of the Divine Martial Continent, weaving their connections and mysteries together. By simplifying complexity and preserving similarities, she created something new.

In the quiet room came the sound of a bamboo stick striking a cat, and then… the air grew even more silent.

He’d originally come to the Baixin commercial district to eat at his family’s restaurant, only to unexpectedly encounter Xia Yuqing, whom he had been longing to pursue.

Of the six major sects, only Wudang remained. Though the Wudang disciples worried for Zhang Chen, since he acted so decisively, he must have confidence in his plan. Song Yuanqiao was ready to lead the Wudang sect away.

Martial arts levels: Novice, Advanced Novice, Internal Force Expert, Peak Internal Force Expert, Master, Grandmaster.

Since Bu Luo had already arranged for the Phoenix Fan to be stolen, she would let this fake theft become a real one.

Sleeping soundly until daybreak, the next day, when Wu You reported to the Third Hall, many people had already been caught and brought in from outside.

Terrifying attacks, sheer physical strength combined with wild lightning, left Li Ze even more vulnerable. Like a sapling battered by storm and wind, he swayed, on the verge of breaking at any moment.