Chapter 398: Obsidian Beetle

Upon the land, bulging hills, low-lying pools, murmuring estuaries, rocky fissures, and depressions in the earth’s crust were strewn everywhere with transparent colloids—countless vestiges of evolution, the very fortresses of corpses forged at the moment the eukaryotic protists assaulted the shore.

Hearing Fang Cheng agree to her request so easily, He Min could hardly believe her own ears; on her way here, she had already made up her mind that since he had been kind to her before and she was now the one begging for his help, if he truly wished to do something to her, she would just have to accept it as her way of repaying his favor.

It was a well-known fact that due to the spread of the T-virus in the Resident Evil world, over ninety percent of the global population had turned into zombies, and of the remaining ten percent, less than one in ten had managed to survive, with many others infected by the zombies and likewise turned into the walking dead.

"I am saying that all these occurrences in your home were brought about by your second mother; she only wished to perform some household chores for you all, to remind you to relocate her grave into the old master's tomb," Yun Mo said, leaving Boss Qian drenched in a cold sweat of shame.

Yet, when she beheld the deathly, grief-stricken countenance of Fang Yeyun, she dismissed the suspicion in her heart, for this certainly did not bear the likeness of an act.

"Very well, consider this a debt I, Zhu Wei, owe you all; our days ahead are long." With that, he turned away with a string of curses, intending to leave.

Jin Jiaojiao’s eyes went wide; utterly devoid of strength, she had come ashore first and handed the belongings to the servants before she even had a chance to steal another glance.

This left Luo Ming himself filled with immense anticipation, wondering just how powerful it would be when all the capabilities displayed by these malls were eventually acquired by him and Yun Yudie.

Stepping into the celestial abode, as far as the eye could see, lay an ocean of white mist; the entire world was comprised solely of this white vapor, which moreover harbored numerous restrictions that barred one's divine consciousness from peering ahead, so that an ordinary cultivator arriving here could at most see through a few dozen meters, though such rules naturally held no sway over Fang Yu.

On this day, as it was preparing to forage for a morsel of food, a man caught sight of it, gazing upon the black cat with an expression of pleasant surprise, as though he had discovered some precious treasure.

Simultaneously, the elite soldiers of the personal guard's defensive regiment took turns bestowing their defensive spiritual ring skills upon the melee soldiers at the front.

It was only that Sun Yunxiang seemed to make it quite plain he had no wish to dispatch troops in pursuit, and so Zhao Yun felt the present moment was perhaps not an opportune time to speak up and advise him otherwise.

"You... who on earth are you?" Poseidon and Hephaestus found themselves not only unable to unleash their destructive power, but even the puppet bodies they inhabited could not move in the slightest, rendered incapable of so much as turning their heads or twisting their necks.

"What is there to be nervous about? It is naught but going up there to sing a song; you might as well just treat it as singing to a pack of monkeys," the old man smiled disdainfully, appearing quite unable to comprehend Su Jin's anxieties.

Shuimuyan rose and gazed at Gu Moyun without a single word, yet her eyes were visibly brimming with deep-seated resentment.

Sister Chen glared venomously at Yi Ning, who sat in the front row; since the matter of the attire had already been resolved, there was essentially very little left for her to do, and so Jia Yun had directly arranged for her to sit in the audience.

Qian Yuan returned to the inn only to find that Ning Xiao had long since vanished without a trace, replaced instead by a slender, masked silhouette.

Having finished her bath, Yi Ning fetched one of her long-sleeved garments to put on; cleansed of that sticky sensation, her entire body felt considerably more comfortable.

She suddenly realized that for all these many years, every time before she went to sleep, she would see her grandmother engaged in needlework—either stitching shoe soles, embroidering insoles, sewing trousers, or mending socks... in short, that sewing basket was the constant refrain of her grandmother's bedtime routine.

When the humorist was singled out from the internet by the tech giant, what he faced was not merely a lawsuit, but also the shadowy repercussions inflicted upon his livelihood and his family.

Xi Ruo had likely failed to memorize the name of the place as well, for she directly reached out her hand and pointed it out upon the sand table in the center of the command headquarters.

No, perhaps the bride was still in the kitchen preparing breakfast for you when you launched a sudden sneak attack from behind and let off a round... the imagery is far too beautiful, leaving one quite unable to look at it directly, old chap.

His gratification complete, Zhang Yi heard a rustling within the surrounding brush and parted it with his rifle—crack, a rabbit's warren.

If it possessed mere might while proving wretched in terms of defensive capabilities, the construction of such a warship would amount to nothing more than a heap of scrap iron.

There were four light machine guns in total at Position Number One, which already constituted the meager inheritance that the Volunteer Army could manage to bring forth.

The voice, laced with a trace of resentment amidst its gloating, belonged to Li Wu—the young master of the Li family who had been secretly rescued from the First Hospital by his kinsmen.

The arrogant and overbearing words of the alien race caused Alice's fury to burn wildly, her entire being radiating a tremendous chill, her incomparably frigid eyes fixed upon them as though gazing at the dead.

The street had been entirely remodeled, with the walls of the houses on either side excavated to form firing ports and individual foxholes, staggered from one another to prevent friendly fire from the opposite side; having secured their respective angles of fire, the machine gunners peered through the observation holes, prepared at any moment to push aside the covers of the firing slits beneath with their weapons.

Some devils risked their lives to scoop water from the roadside ditch and rush toward the spot, splashing it upon the flames, which immediately set an exemplary lead that more devils began to follow.

"High Mountains and Flowing Water?" Li Tianqi recalled this seemingly familiar zither melody; though he understood nothing of the instrument's rhythm, his memory was astonishingly sharp, and so long as he possessed the mind to remember, he could always commit it to heart.