Chapter 027: I Too Have a Hero’s Dream

I didn’t answer Captain Cui’s question. Seeing my silence, he said, “It’s no longer just about the living corpse and Chen Qingling.”
“There are many others we don’t even know about, who died in that little dark room.”
“Although I couldn’t see everything clearly, what I can be certain of is that at least three girls lost their lives there.”
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Sure enough, after walking a short distance, a strangely narrow mountain path appeared ahead. The sounds of passing through it echoed back and forth. Looking up, there was only a single ray of white light, resembling the legendary ‘Heaven’s Thread.’
“Natural? How interesting!” Watching this scene from afar, Rod murmured to himself with a half-smile. He understood now—this person had accumulated too much fire element, unable to consume or break it down, which eventually led to the element becoming so concentrated that it ignited spontaneously from within.
He said this to both Chang Wei and Leng Yan. It was clear that this arduous task was left to the two of them.
“Hmph, don’t call me your wife. I’m not. You say Ziyue kicks off her covers at night? How would you know if you haven’t slept with her?” Xia Han asked.
But the girl refused to let it go, still rushing forward, her eyes blazing with fury as if she wanted to kill Xiao Han, the scoundrel who had ruined her reputation in public.
Xiao Han, however, had his own plans. He’d already decided: if things couldn’t be resolved, he’d be forced to use his primordial energy to render these ruthless people—who devoured others without spitting out the bones—into permanent vegetative states, ridding the county of a few evils for good.
“A spy? Kill him! Who cares about military intelligence—kill that Han army spy…” Bian Zhang tried to sit up but felt a sharp pain as soon as he moved, making him gasp and cut himself off mid-sentence.
As for whether there would be any lingering effects, Rod couldn’t say for sure. He wasn’t even clear about his own physical condition at the moment.
No one expected that in such an apparently hopeless situation, it would be Wenwen who would finally break the deadlock.
The sun cast its golden light, quietly climbing into the sky to bring a measure of warmth back to the earth. Beneath the sun lay the lifeless city of Xiangwu. The city gates stood wide open, the alleys inside were strewn with debris, and the dry, chill autumn wind wantonly swept through the deserted streets, lifting the remnants left on the ground.
Now, hearing the old chieftain’s words, a look of disbelief appeared. He was desperate to argue, but with his mouth sealed, he could only jump about anxiously.
A price difference of over two hundred was basically a college student’s monthly living expenses these days. Some who were more frugal could even stretch that for two months.
Originally, Yang Fan knew many rare herbs, but unfortunately the monsters he encountered were ignorant and uninterested, afraid of being tricked or poisoned.
Old Huang urged the young men on. As they got to work, Old Huang, taking advantage of their distraction, glanced back at the group, a flash of cunning in his eyes that vanished the next second.
No matter what, the Heavenly Emperor’s actions were enough to earn Xie Wuyou’s deep gratitude. After joining his hands in a respectful salute to the Emperor, Xie Wuyou headed toward the Mirror Spring of Clarity.
“Yurou, are you alright?” Ye Baiyun hurried to her side, supporting her with urgency in his voice.
She changed to a new sword—four feet long, forged impossibly thin, a blue radiance enveloping the blade. As she drew it, the sword flew hundreds of yards, disappearing at the farthest reaches of swordsmanship.
She rolled up her sleeves to let Huo Dashan rest, then gripped the stone mill and spun it forcefully, leaving Huo Dashan staring in astonishment.
“Take a look—since Feifei knows someone, maybe we’ll be lucky and find a discounted apartment, or perhaps win the grand prize in a lottery,” Cao Jia said with a gentle smile, lowering her tone as much as possible in hopes of getting closer to Luo Xu.
Zhuge Jin nodded, childhood memories surfacing in his mind and making his mouth water. He picked up a bag of chips, tore it open, tasted a piece, and his eyes lit up—it was just as he remembered.