Chapter 153: Still Wearing High Heels?

“Because the ancient silkworm silk used to mend the dragon robe and the woven silk materials are only available in our family.”

The two elderly men looked at Wen Ni in astonishment.

At this moment, Qing Lin and the Emperor were both filled with wonder at all that this world contained.

“If that’s really the case, who would possess such immense power, or why would they do this?” Alice shook her head. This speculation was too far-fetched, unless there was a godlike being involved.

“Pack up the food, wine, and utensils! Leave no trace behind! Move out!” Angie ordered.

Everyone else was stunned. They hadn’t expected the Yao family to harbor such a secret fortune. Could there be anything more legendary or strange than this? Yet more than anything, a deep sorrow welled up, tears flowing like the moonlight’s silver glow. The conversation among this family of three had reddened everyone’s eyes, even Mu Hentian was moved to tears.

At this moment, hearing Captain Zhang Ting issue commands, they braved the enemy’s heavy gunfire, attempting to find cover and take down the Japanese machine gunners. But every probe was suppressed by the enemy’s overwhelming firepower, making it impossible to aim and shoot.

The Black Death Empire required an eternal defense line to guard against assaults from the Spirit Eye clan, and for the Spirit Eye, this eternal defense line was a crucial strategic point—both for offense and defense—they would never give it up lightly.

Zhu Qi first shone his flashlight toward the pools on both sides of the stone bridge. After confirming nothing was in the water, he stepped onto the bridge and headed toward the stone pedestal, with the others following closely behind.

Under the cover of night, they crossed the mountainside where the slope eased somewhat, and a mountain path appeared among the forest. However, this path had long since fallen into disuse, showing no sign of travelers for ages.

Feng Ling’s mind was in utter chaos. He pondered every possibility but could not make sense of it. Resolving not to overthink, he focused on the urgent task: to quickly find the Fat Man and the others and regroup, as being alone was always more dangerous.

Chen Xiao thought it was better that Liu Tingchan had left the nest, so he immediately sought out Captain Lu Yuanshan of the law enforcement team.

According to Zhuo Jingning’s earlier estimates, the Black Mountain Old Demon and the Tree Demon Matron were at least ranked as officers and officials within Black City.

Kebi’s current behavior was so ruthless that not even Chihuo or Moya would hesitate to kill on sight.

Most of the villagers were honest and simple folk, each with a plain, sincere face that naturally evoked sympathy.

Xu Moyan glanced at his hand that had just been slapped away but paid it little mind—such a weak force wasn’t even enough to tickle him.

After listening for a long time without hearing the expected exclamations, Bai Yu finally couldn’t help but turn his head. His eyes widened just as everyone else’s did.

For a moment, as the tension eased, the dwarf tiger’s movements became even more fluid and effortless. Some strikes that were usually missed were now easily landed.

Moreover, as a laid-back troublemaker, these things were merely trivial excuses.

It wasn’t that the Qing court lacked the strength to reclaim the land. With humanitarian awareness and the Heavenly Court’s presence, gradually encroaching through the path of incense-burning ghost immortals, reclaiming twenty percent more territory wouldn’t be difficult.

“That’s all from learning from you. You’ve corrupted me, so you must take responsibility,” Lin Yumei said.

Zuo Ye casually added some details to his Number Three alias’s backstory, aiming to divert attention from today’s events, hoping to minimize any suspicion of coincidence.

Then he saw on Fang Jing’s face a look of reluctant pain, yet he gritted his teeth in resolve.

Two cultivators at the Refining Void stage, three at the Transformation God stage, and several Transformation God corpses and puppets—facing such a formation, Tian Yin boldly claimed it would take no more than a quarter of an hour to annihilate them all.