Chapter 25: Brother Loves Me Too Much

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Wu Hao took a closer look and realized that the handsome man’s clothes were likewise in tatters. His hair was disheveled, and blood kept trickling from the corner of his mouth. His breathing was so weak that he seemed barely alive. Wu Hao drew a deep breath, hoisted the handsome man—who was already half dead—from the ground, and immediately sprinted outside at full speed.

Chu Yun had already used up his Pounce and could no longer evade this attack, so he had no choice but to take the blow head-on. Still, one could say that misfortune had brought him unexpected fortune.

Westcity Splendor and the Divine Wind Team had both returned for a second chance. This revival match was even more grueling than the previous one. Of the three teams, only one could advance.

As he watched the enormous luminous palm come crashing down in fury, Tyrant Tiger was clearly caught completely off guard. In his panic, he hurriedly struck upward with his other palm.

Ye Junxuan could do nothing about Su Han. In truth, he hoped she would go home and rest soon instead of wandering around outside. Yet judging from her condition today, she seemed perfectly capable of spending an entire day browsing the mall. Her injured foot must have nearly recovered.

As for what had happened, Sun Peng had never found another man for him. The rat spirit had therefore drained his vital essence several more times, leaving him now like a living corpse—neither fully alive nor fully dead.

Su Yue stared at everything in horror and disbelief, forgetting to move, forgetting even to react.

He was an old hand who understood the thoughts of important people and knew where their weaknesses lay. Seeing Duke Baoluot appear righteous and upright, he rashly assumed that he would not suffer any serious consequences. Rather than humbly lowering himself to apologize, he decided it would be better to remain neither servile nor arrogant and display the bearing he ought to possess.

Once again, he became a running spectacle in Blackwater City, drawing an astonishing number of glances from passersby.

“What? How could you not even know whether the plane has arrived? It’s already here—they’re on their way.”

After saying this, the wicked fellow pulled a pair of pliers and a length of thick iron wire from his pocket. He stepped over the threshold, shut the main door, and used the pliers to fasten the wire tightly around the door rings of both panels, making it impossible to open the door with bare hands.

“Shut up!!!!” Before I could finish speaking, Duan Dawei suddenly glared at Qiqi, who had just walked up beside him, and shouted.

As he was sent flying backward, every bone in the blue-robed Daoist’s chest had already shattered, leaving it visibly caved in.

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Spreading rumors and making guesses was acceptable. The royal family had always welcomed rumors that harmed powerful clans, noble houses, or the families of imperial consorts. Aunt Lan called it “maintaining balance,” but punishing someone was another matter entirely.

Madam Hua did not dwell on it. Only through comparison could one discover the gap; only by recognizing one’s weaknesses could one improve. That was how she had always taught Dao Mayan.

Pei Yuanshao’s eyes widened, while Tang Zhou’s jaw dropped. The fellow looked burly and coarse, with even a mustache on his lips, yet he was actually only twelve years old? Was he simply unusually mature-looking, or had the two of them been blind?

As for Dong Ping, he felt not the slightest bit happy. He led his men toward the Western Garden step by step, his heart filled with complicated emotions.

“Heh-heh, I was only making a wild guess. Maybe we’re being too sensitive. Perhaps it really is just a coincidence!” I sighed, utterly unwilling to believe what I was thinking, and therefore did not let Wang Mumu finish speaking.

However, Lian Ji was using Lin Fan’s body now. Though a day of eating, drinking, and playing had not yet reduced him to exhaustion, his condition was certainly far from good. When Zheng Liang hugged him, Lian Ji immediately felt short of breath and began patting him on the back, urging him to let go.

Su Gu thought for a moment, then recounted what had happened, skipping over anything unclear, vague, or exaggerated.

“That really is possible. I recommend that you give it a try. Find somewhere high—perhaps the harder you fall, the greater the chance that your mind will suddenly open.” With that, Wu Bin pointed upward.

Zhou Lie sensed the sharp spirit of humanity’s campaigns beyond its borders and felt that this place suited him even better. This was where he ought to be. Only when he could organize an expedition like this would his life have been worthwhile.

This time, Yan Kaiting was not so fortunate. The winged traveler who had fallen from above happened to crash onto someone below, and the person struck immediately realized that something was wrong.

Only the tiniest wisps of black thread drifted out from the Black Wind, so few that they were almost negligible. Yet Lei Jinming and the others could see them with perfect clarity. Someone immediately grew tempted and wanted to try touching them. Every cultivator knew that the more dangerous something was, the more precious it often proved to be.

The moment the dog-leg steel knife lost its effect, dozens of bloated hounds charged inside. Their heads were covered in fleshy tumors, and pus oozed from their limbs. A single glance was enough to make anyone feel sick.

Juesi Jueming looked at Luo Feng with some unwillingness. Then, as though she had suddenly thought of something, her eyes lit up.

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Lian Ji still had a vast amount of memories to sort through, however, so he declined the suggestion. He took the cobalt-blue poison dart frog king that Chen Dingning had put away and returned home.

As for the other constable, he had long since been scared witless. He sat collapsed on the ground as a foul stench gradually rose from beneath him.

Who could have imagined that someone who appeared more delicate than anyone else, whose every word and gesture was softer than anyone else’s, could utter such a gentle yet domineering sentence?

Yet the intense horror in his eyes never faded. He knew that if the other party had wanted to kill him just now, it would have been effortless. What he could not understand was why the other party had spared him.

“All right, Master.” Toward those blind, resentful spirits, this sentient resentful spirit was even more restrained than Lin Xiao had been with them.

“Sister Mei, are they really all members of the Poison Sect? Even now, I still find it hard to believe!” Pan Yuhong turned to look at Mei Xuelian.

Pan Yuhong stared in astonishment at the guardian who had spoken so tersely, wondering who he was. But when he looked more closely, he discovered that the fellow who had spoken had no mouth at all.

Once he had calmed down, Mao Tongguang coldly fixed his gaze on the direction in which the two had fled, a mocking smile curling at the corners of his lips.

As for the body that had been occupied, if his guess was correct, it was most likely the body of a member of the Thunder Spirit Clan—the very kind of body he had been searching for all along.

According to the conclusions drawn from experiments on animals, a secondary source of infection caused the activity of viral spores to decline. Among animals infected a second time through the bodily fluids of experimental subjects, the mortality rate increased tenfold, while the DNA chains of the overwhelming majority failed to open. We therefore used the original spores once again.

The blue-robed man stepped forward. “Young sir, your injuries require immediate treatment. I am a physician. Why don’t you let me apply some medicine?” He appeared extremely warmhearted.

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