Chapter 36: Counterplot Within a Plot

Tianxiang lifted his head, his expression rigid as he stared at the large black characters above the door—Interrogation Room.

“Hah!” After Mogu finished speaking, he shouted loudly, and a mysterious sense of oppression descended from the sky. It felt as if a pair of eyes was watching them. Lei Yan seemed to be bound, unable to move at all.

Seeing the state of the fleet, everyone felt a chill in their hearts. How could they enter? And if they did, would they be able to come out?

Han Feizi, a Korean from the late Warring States period, was a renowned philosopher and thinker of ancient China, the greatest exponent of Legalist thought, and later generations honored him as Han Feizi.

“What’s going on? What happened?” Wu Fei looked at the people around him and asked.

Zero smiled slightly, unfolded his cloak, walked behind Tyro, and draped it across Tyro’s shoulders.

Some students who already had strong ideas and leadership qualities began to advocate a movement of pragmatism. What was the movement of pragmatism? It meant opposing empty talk and lofty rhetoric, insisting that everything be based on facts and encouraging practical action.

A name. Qin Chuan spoke it slowly. At this moment, Qin Chuan was gazing directly at the head of the Wang family, facing countless hidden murderous intents and true energy, yet his expression did not change, remaining calm as always.

Zhou Qingyun remembered her own wedding, how anxious she had been, unable to sleep, afraid she would not marry the man of her dreams, unwilling to leave her family, her eyes swollen from crying.

Seeing this, the young man had no choice but to take out his token, and the other youths quickly produced theirs as well.

He stood well over one meter ninety. When meeting Elder Kang, he was utterly respectful, but seeing Jiang Ke, his demeanor was clearly more fear than respect.

By the time Yi Zhonghai arrived in the village on his tricycle, the sun had already set. He went to find the village chief first; this matter would require the chief’s help.

Suddenly, the Frost Mouse inside the burlap sack became restless, rolling around inside.

Imagine the feeling of basking in the sun on the deck of a cruise ship, the sea breeze blowing—it simply couldn’t be more delightful.

Xie took the photo frame handed over by Yan’s mother, rubbing it with his thumb; the edges were smooth, clearly worn by frequent caresses.

Seaweed jelly is cooling in nature. Though it cannot clear heat and purge fire, it should be eaten sparingly as a refreshing summer treat.

“Yanni, what are you doing? You’re still pregnant…” Chen Xu, nearly at his wit’s end, grabbed his future wife and pleaded with her.

“We’re sophomores at Ocean University. The teacher sent us to help welcome the new students. Which major are you in?” Of the two greeters, the boy with neat bangs and a somewhat short stature but a sunny disposition smiled as he spoke.

Rett didn’t leave but instead used the remaining time to take the Blood Source Pearl from his chest and swallowed it without hesitation. Whatever side effects there might be, everything would reset upon returning to the real world.

It was exceptionally obedient, making no movements at all, only stretching its neck slightly like its master, scanning the room with its eyes.

“Bang!” A gunshot rang out. Riko Kiyomizu staggered, a crimson bloom bursting from her chest, and she slowly collapsed to the ground, her eyes still filled with disbelief, as if unable to accept what had just happened.

Conan, sensitive as always, detected the scent of conspiracy in Asaba’s abnormal behavior, especially as he tried to meet Asaba’s gaze to ask what was wrong, but Asaba ignored him and turned away, making the feeling even stronger.

Normally, Wang Hao would have no fear—even the Cosmic Star Array couldn’t trap him while he cultivated the laws of time and space. But now, he had more important matters to attend to.

“So what? If I wish, your scheming father is nothing but an ant before me!” Feng Ling suddenly grabbed An Qi’s hand viciously, roaring in anger.

She seemed to have lost sensation in her limbs, forgot to use the exquisite techniques taught by Grandpa Bai, and simply followed her heart, plunging into that solitary, sharp aura. Like a fish swimming upstream against raging waves, she abandoned herself and forged ahead.

Headdress Master looked at Zhao Yong, who pondered for a moment before his eyes brightened, apparently understanding the former’s intent, and responded with a smile.

The driver stared at the ticket, especially after I mentioned the City Hospital. He thought we really had some urgent matter and stopped overthinking.

“What are you trying to do!” Akai, seeing her frail expression, felt no satisfaction but was instead horrified. He chambered the shotgun with a click, raised it, his finger on the trigger—yet he simply couldn’t pull it.

Near the cliff, vegetation grew sparse, exposing a patch of yellow-brown rock amid the sea of green. Birds had vanished from the sky, and silence reigned, as if some powerful force was barring all living things.

“Of course, it’s the provisions. Without supplies, there’s no morale, let alone the will to fight.” Shi Bi spoke without concern.

They didn’t know that many of their future days would be spent with Ye Xiao in his arms.

“I say, Master, your cooking is just awful!” Wang Bugui had never tasted such bad greens.

“That ordinary herb seems to be a creature undergoing tribulation—it’s truly astonishing.” Wei Qu exclaimed. If it hadn’t recently survived its tribulation and had yet to recover its peak strength, even the combined might of three people might not have sufficed to defeat it.

Inside the cave, it felt as if it were collapsing. Lu Fan sensed the ground shaking, and several deep holes suddenly appeared, from which thick vines erupted, whipping fiercely toward him.

Mengxi closed her eyes at this moment, appearing utterly accepting, her face radiant with happiness.

It was the simplest of basic moves, yet Li Qing performed it with extraordinary power—this was the terror of Li Qing.

He quickly turned to look, only to see Bai Fuling and Li Luohua pale and trembling, looking as if their magical energy had been depleted.

“Who are you?!” Ran Shu stared warily at the person in the black cloak—could it be another assassin after her?

“If you’re injured, stop moving around. Stay close to the captain; maybe you’ll make it back together.” Among the remaining four, Lin Dong was sharp-tongued, Han Zhu was eager to curry favor with Mo Lin, Qin Yin kept his distance, and only the acting captain Mo Lin seemed reliable. He helped Wu Weibao bandage his wounds, and Lu Fan gave him this advice.