Chapter 108: A Brand New Version
When Shen He and his companions returned to the Lu Yu, over a dozen fishermen with buzz cuts were busy packing the carcass of the two-headed sea snake. They stuffed it into a special, long, narrow crate that was perfectly sized to hold the remains. Seeing this, Shen He couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement. He had only mentioned it briefly during a phone call the previous night; he never expected them to have built a custom crate overnight. As they boarded, one of the fishermen with a buzz cut approached them carrying a stack of documents.
Shen Munuan put away her phone, instructed them to email her the revised video, and then returned to her temporary office to tidy up, preparing to leave. Di Hanzhe took a bite of an apple, but instead of swallowing, he wrapped an arm around her neck and leaned in to kiss her lips.
On the roof of the Jiang residence, Lin Tian watched everything, shaking his head helplessly. Couldn't those guys exercise some patience and wait for a better opportunity? Han Ruo was momentarily stunned, then took off running; if his organization wanted to win the madam’s favor, they would certainly need to prepare some novel gadgets.
The onset hit exactly when the Crown Princess consort came in to change his bandages. If not for his exceptional self-control, Qu Miaoyan might have been devoured whole by him. It seemed that Yu Subai’s peculiar behavior was so obvious that even Duan Siqi and Xu Jiehua began to find it strange. She had heard rumors that the Prince of Jing’s son had awakened, but she never imagined he would have recovered enough to be energetic enough to go through a wedding ceremony.
Zhan Qing looked at the volume of goods, which was enough to open a health supplement store, and after a long moment of hesitation, she decided she needed to let the person in front of her prepare properly. Not until Chu Yan and his party had left did Kim Jong-kook finally scramble to his feet, staring at Chu Yan’s departing back with lingering fear.
Because a red sun was overhead at the moment of Shen Qing’s birth, accompanied by the omen of a Golden Crow entering his body, it was highly probable that he was the reincarnation of a Golden Crow. While he was grumbling to himself, Wei Hong had already accompanied Yao Youqing to a nearby greenhouse. Hu Yao flew over to Liu Wanqing, only to see that his back had been slashed; his clothes were in tatters, and the grain of willow wood was visible beneath his skin, rendering him unable to maintain his human form.
"Young Master Seris, we are well aware of your abilities. You may be weak now, but once the Hunyadi Alliance and the Banat family clash on the battlefield, it will be effortless for you to expand your army with your talents."
Ji Wei reached out and grabbed her wrist, whispering, "Since you don’t want to apologize, don’t blame me for giving you a taste of your own medicine." Having said that, he shoved her away with force. Yu Rouxi’s high heels lost their footing, and she fell to the ground, her elbow scraping against the floor and immediately drawing blood.
Upon seeing this bloody manifestation, all the creatures of the Netherworld knelt in worship, and even the Golden Immortal guarding the Sea of Blood bowed in reverence. As for the fifty iron-clad zombies, after sorting through the spoils of war Seris had seized, he found they were still suitable for arming.
In the front courtyard, Cui Hao listened to the restless pacing of Wei Hong inside the room and sighed at the sky: he wanted to swap duties with Guo Sheng, letting him come back to attend to things while he himself went out to handle business.
The reason the bureaucratic system established by Seris was so fragile was that the local officials in far-off territories knew full well that if they defected, they could easily pack up and leave. Whether they chose to surrender to a new human master or flee abroad to live as a wealthy man, it was a sound option.
However, it was too late; someone with keen ears and eyes had heard the commotion and turned to look. Different beliefs, customs, personalities, hobbies, skin colors, races, and philosophies—these thousands of differences represented thousands of potential conflicts. Listening to Qiu Ming, Wu Liang paused, glanced at Ye Feng and Han Bing, and then slowly began to speak.
At this moment, Murong Qingjue’s complexion had improved significantly, a rosy tint returning to his face. He was breathing, and although his pulse was weak, it was at least steady, unlike before when it was intermittent and fading.