Chapter 120: The Blood Moon Rises Again

"Oh?"

Upon hearing the word "vampire," Ye Cheng felt his entire body begin to tremble, as if Gwen’s insufferable face had already appeared before his eyes.

"Are you certain? How confident are you that it’s the vampires?"

"One hundred percent!"

Ghostshade nodded firmly, his tone brook no argument.

...

Hearing this, the Hanged Ghost swallowed hard, struggling to collect himself. Just as he was about to speak in his own defense, Qi Xuance waved his hand to cut him off.

"Brother Wang, please conduct yourself with dignity. I will pretend I know nothing of this, and do not come looking for me again." With that, she walked into the supermarket.

Although the Jin forces occupied a vast territory north of the Yellow River, the hearts of the people had not been won. Pursuing Zongwang at this moment would, firstly, bolster the confidence of the subjects who had been hastily conquered, and secondly, provide encouragement to the pro-war faction.

If... and I mean if, the Earth could really be restored to its original state as Qin Feng and the others had envisioned, then those warriors who had stared death in the face would surely become heroes to all of humanity.

Looking at the log in her hand, JS-9 nodded. She knew what was in those crates; it was information she had pried out of the Count.

Qi Xuance was slightly taken aback. Logically speaking, the clone of Kinugawa he had killed should have vanished immediately; there was no reason for it to persist into the next level.

That evening, Sado received a phone call. It was neither from Uncle Saito nor any other manga artist.

People were struggling to put oxygen masks on children, weeping, and making the sign of the cross; the scene descended into total chaos in an instant.

He reached out his hand again, and the dagger reappeared. At the same time, his hand split slightly, and the dagger in his grip divided into two, with the potential to split into even more.

He looked at Qin Renxian in disbelief. He knew that Qin Renxian had one or two Great Sage-level powerhouses under his command, but none of them were in the Kunwu Realm.

Just as Zhai Feibai was checking out, Chu Yue suddenly placed a talisman on the table, right next to his bank card.

As expected, no one from Seigaku is any good, especially this Edogawa who is so close with Fuji. He had traded quite a bit of important intelligence to get data from Inui, but all he knew was that the two were close—to what extent, however, remained unknown.

Ten minutes later, upon returning, Helian Xuan found Hua Yingzhe and Chu Yue chatting happily. "Why are you here?" "That’s a good question." Hua Yingzhe rubbed his nose. "Why does everyone feel I shouldn't be here?" Is it really so hard to believe in coincidences?

"You finished that whole meal, young lady. Aren't you afraid there might have been poison in the food?" the young man joked.

"Tell me, why did you bring us here?" she asked, getting straight to the point. It was better to address such matters immediately while there was still room for negotiation; one couldn't afford to provoke them right off the bat.

As the two spoke, they reached the sixteenth floor. Stepping out of the elevator, they saw a black, white, and gold reception desk, with the golden characters for "Xuanling Agency" gleaming brightly.

Sometimes, she didn't mind who the other person was; she simply wanted a listener. Gong Ming was kind and had a good temperament; he was, naturally, an excellent listener.

Qi Xian kept insisting that Bai Dingsheng was an imposter, though it was unclear how he had spotted the flaws in Bai Dingsheng's disguise.

The insiders of the An family had made this decision behind her back, and neither she nor Nangong Ling had the ability to settle the two of them more appropriately. She could do nothing, and she should do nothing. They were the ones being manipulated; was she a fool to pity them?

Then, it was as if his body had been drained of all moisture. In the blink of an eye, he took on a withered, decaying appearance. Immediately following, his frame truly began to dry out, like soil stripped of water, crumbling into particles of dust that simply drifted away.