Chapter 37: It Really Rained

Although Chen Hua still held a slight grudge, she ultimately remained on good terms with Chen Ming. Seeing his miserable state—complete with tissue plugs in his nostrils—she burst into laughter. She stepped forward and, despite his mournful expression, began peeling chestnuts for him. Chen Ming was delighted, and the two whispered back and forth from time to time, gossiping about who knows what. Chen Ming was, after all, the most well-informed and comprehensive source of news within their small circle.

However, while their ideals were grand, reality proved distressing; the plan to seize the Yueming Base seemed daunting.

After a hearty meal and plenty of drinks, Zhao Jin sent Wu Mofei home. Old Master Wu, seeing the drunken Wu Mofei, did not say much.

Shen Zhiyou was awakened by a piercing telephone ring. As she struggled to climb out of bed, she felt as if someone had replaced her brain with mush.

Jia Xiangfu knew that over a month had passed since the apocalypse began. Those who survived were hyper-disciplined, capable of dividing their limited food into precise, sometimes even geometric, portions—anything to keep them alive.

Jiang Jixue and Bai Yanfeng were about to step forward to greet Fan Yi, but seeing Fan Yi waving his hands vigorously to stop them, they could only watch from afar.

When they reached the prow and looked down, they noticed that the ship was indeed sitting much higher in the water than before.

Furthermore, the beasts on Sea Blue Star were exceptionally formidable, which was why every city had military garrisons and established outposts.

One must understand that the entire city of Lincheng was under protection; not only were Nascent Soul stage demonic beasts unheard of, but even common, moderately powerful ones rarely appeared. Yet now, a Nascent Soul stage beast had appeared brazenly before them.

For instance, even if they were blindfolded and stuffed into an airtight carriage, they could easily determine the route they had traveled through subtle shifts in their own balance.

The flesh and blood on the corpses seemed to have been drained by something; they were completely withered, fused together with a mass of woody roots, vines, branches, and moss.

"Do you really think, Wei Xinghe, that just because you blocked the Son of God for me outside the Magic Vine Forest, it constitutes some grand favor?"

Gu Jingsheng felt as though he had fallen into a thousand-year-old ice cellar, unable to climb out. She was right before his eyes, yet she could not warm him in the slightest.

The telegram—a message that had left General MacArthur, Commander of the US Forces in Southeast Asia and the South Pacific, burning with anxiety and unable to sit or sleep—had finally been found. It had arrived late and been buried for four full days by those incompetents in the classified communications office under a mountain of paperwork.

Chai Ding'an and Gu Shiwei, who had remained silent until then, looked outside. Three cars were parked in front of the Chaorenxuan Seafood Hotel next door: a Bentley Mulsanne with a truly impressive license plate—not just talk, but genuinely impressive—Guangdong SNB666. The other two were an A6 and a 5 Series.

Moreover, Jinghao’s purpose in coming today was to seek help and refuge from Yinreng. Yet, the two in the Yuqing Palace did not seem like people to be trifled with, and Jinghao dared not make any rash moves.

"Smack!" A police officer escorting Cai Jun gave him a hard slap on the head. It made Cai Jun see stars, his head buzzing, and he didn't recover even after being hauled off the police car.

The Lord of Guitang Realm looked at the tragic state of his eight ace legions and realized that those who had ventured deep into enemy territory were beyond salvation; he had no choice but to abandon them in agony.

"That's not for me to say." Fuqu turned her head away. She did not want to answer that question. In the eyes of a romantic rival, the other person is naturally displeasing in every way, but since Yinqi cared so much for Huiyin, how could she tell the truth? Yet, if she were evasive, Yinqi was no fool—would he not be able to tell?

Yan Chun could not help but ask, "It’s hard to even meet twice a month now." His words carried a hint of teasing; to be a boyfriend to this extent was truly pathetic.