Chapter 88: Self-Rescue

Chi Yi writhed on the ground in agony, and only on closer inspection could one see a deep gash along his right arm. A hook had torn through most of the flesh, leaving a mangled, bloody wound exposed to view. He clenched his teeth and forced his breathing to slow.

"Wake up."

A bandit who had come in from outside kicked Chi Yi, who lay beside him, with his foot...

Under the night sky, Liu Huo left the burning village and plunged his form into the endless dark forest.

Who would want a machine that kept breaking down? The customers would surely send it back, and in time even that quarter of the deposit would be impossible to keep.

It must be that their advanced weapons and equipment were exceedingly well stocked. To have survived that and still not been wiped out, the zombie lord clearly could not be without real skill.

It was no wonder the giant had been reckless; Mount Vast was simply too large, and the tribes were bound together only by their shared faith in the God of War. In ordinary times, they had little contact with one another.

Nianhua watched as a white light actually rose over Gu Yu's body, first puzzled, then understanding dawned on her face. It was not that she was unshocked; rather, by now she had grown nearly immune to everything that happened to Gu Yu, as though anything involving him could be explained away.

Like the sound of a red burst striking the ground, crackling explosions erupted around the fearsome mass of ghosts. Firelight burst everywhere, and the ground was strewn with tiny flames.

By then, whether their reinforcements would collapse or not was impossible to know. None of them knew, let alone whether outside aid could be summoned.

"Aren't you afraid that if you do this, Bai Chengfan will turn around and take revenge on you?" Han Shui'er asked worriedly, looking at Jing Moyuan with careful concern.

Seeing the back of Li Dapeng, whom he had struck unconscious, Li Nan could not help but feel a pang in his heart. It seemed he had indeed been far too heavy-handed with the boy.

"Red Plum, we came specially to thank you this time. You made a tremendous contribution!" Liu Yumei said.

He had slain her son, and today he had crushed her Azure Dragon squad and killed so many disciples of the Azure Dragon Martial Academy. How could she not be furious?

Sikong Han only answered with a simple "I suppose so" and said no more, while Mu Chen grew excited by Yu Yun's explanation and kept badgering her, asking whether she and Duan Qing had known each other in real life.

If she said it plainly, Jun Yao and the others would surely be angry. If danger came, she would absolutely be the first to rush forward; that was the only promise she could make.

"I'm tired. You should get some rest too." Nan Gongling rubbed her cold cheek and walked back toward the room without looking back.

When the song ended, Kim Sun-ah bowed her head in thanks. It was the first time she had ever sung in a place like a nightclub, and yet no one had found her voice unpleasant; instead, they seemed utterly entranced.

Everyone looked speechless. Was constipation really taking that long? More than half an hour had passed, and he was still not even crouching down?

Si Yun's expression darkened somewhat, but a smile still lingered at the corners of her mouth. After all, for her, simply having someone to talk to was already a luxury beyond hope.

So the next day, Zhao Qian ordered the army to turn around and head toward Luoyang, advancing at a leisurely pace of ten li a day.

This general had an enormous voice, and Zhao Qian could not help but glance over. There he was, wielding a pair of giant war hammers in both hands, with a face full of bristling whiskers: none other than Wu Anguo, the great general under Kong Rong, Governor of Beihai.

Though the words plainly criticized Cen Bi, how could Mi Zhu fail to hear that they were really a reproach aimed at himself? Thus Mi Zhu could only murmur his assent, retreat to the side, and say no more.

And the writing on the final sheet was entirely different from the earlier pages. It was somewhat refined and delicate in style, and it recorded a plan to preserve the map, to dispatch Liang Shangyi to the front lines at the proper opportunity for support, and to seize the chance to ambush and kill General Chen, among other schemes. The seal at the end bore a single character: "Mian."