Chapter 57: Down the Path of Corruption

Guan Yueyue entered the bathroom and found a red dress hanging inside. Reaching out to touch it, she heard Shen Zhi's voice from outside the door, "After you finish your shower, put on that dress."
The color of the dress was a vivid, striking red, which immediately made Guan Yueyue think of Ming Ziluotu. Red had always been her favorite. Shen Zhi asking her to wear this color could only mean one thing—he was missing Ming Ziluotu.
Half an hour later, Guan Yueyue finished her shower...

Upon receiving Quan Gong's report, Fang Jian was not in a hurry. Instead, he looked down at the naval officers and soldiers who were manipulating the water to gather marine harvests in the sea below.

As for Old Madam Song, she simply retreated into her own room, and within just a few days, news of the old madam's passing spread.

The brigade commander, helpless against the old general's stubborn temperament, had no choice but to accompany him on a tour of the hospital. Only after confirming that the wounded soldiers were indeed eating the exact same meals as the rest of them—plus an extra bowl of powdered milk—did the commander finally return to the dining table.

"Hu Meng, come out!" Ao Ren stood atop a cloud of water, channeling his magical power as he shouted toward the Xiangshan Mountain below.

"Second aunt, wait here. I'll go get your gifts!" Shen Cheng turned back to the Mercedes-Benz and retrieved several boxes from the trunk.

In the past, matters reported to Jiang Jiang were handled entirely by Ruoyi, and Yiyu would always scramble to stay by Jiang Jiang's side to keep a close watch. Now that Jiang Jiang had confirmed everything was fine over the last few days, everyone instinctively wanted to keep their distance.

Oleksandr Rios had a smile in his eyes, but his expression remained hesitant, wanting to speak yet holding back. However, considering that the undead outside could attack at any moment, his hesitation was cut short by design.

Yet the shock of the high heels from the previous night had been so overwhelming that it pushed other thoughts from his mind. Besides, as Old Zhang often said, the Dance Studio was far too expensive; he had never been there once, and the times he had laid eyes on it could be counted on one hand.

Terrified of wasting time, Dong Zhanyun barely rested along the way, sprinting all the way to the foot of the Martial God Mountain. Just as he was about to enter the mountains, he discovered that the original path had somehow been blocked by numerous obstructions.

"Decapitation Ancient Buddha, benefactor Zeng, you didn't use your full strength, did you?" Mingyuan asked, turning his head slightly.

Beneath the sea of fiery clouds, amidst a maze of low, rolling hills, stood several ruggedly crafted structures sitting as firm as bedrock. From time to time, extreme temperatures in the void would spawn wisps of fiery vines that lashed against these buildings, scattering brilliant showers of sparks with sounds like shattering metal and stone.

The big-headed doctor chuckled smugly, folding his arms across his chest and shifting his upper body slightly in his chair.

Before Shi Yan could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the old man. Hearing the old man's words, Shi Yan had no choice but to respectfully step forward and take a seat.

"Sis, don't get mad. In our city, who doesn't know your name as Sister Ning? The absolute queen of photography! If you resign today, other magazines will be fighting over you tomorrow," Liang Yan teased Gu Ning, shooting her a knowing look and making exaggerated facial expressions.

Having captured Pengcheng, Cao Cao posted notices to pacify the citizens and ordered his subordinates to inquire everywhere about Cang Ba's whereabouts. By dusk, the soldiers sent out in all directions had all returned.

Wang Kunmiao's gaze swept to the side as a flash of blue, icy light shot straight toward his neck. Pressing two fingers together, with a crisp snap, he firmly clamped the cold iron sword between them.

A blue phantom materialized out of thin air. Though blurry, its form was still discernible—a blue divine dragon roared as it soared upward. Its dragon eyes flashed, and a beam of golden energy surged forward to meet the threat. With a series of crisp snaps, the giant white net lunging toward Xie Qiao was completely shredded and destroyed by this energy.

After parting ways with Lan Bing'er, Shi Yan resumed his former solitary lifestyle. After a day of travel, he finally arrived at the foot of Mount Wushan. At that moment, the base of Mount Wushan was already teeming with moving figures, all of whom, much like Shi Yan, were hurrying up the mountain with a sense of great urgency.

Meanwhile, the Yin-Yang avatar had returned to stand guard, and Dong Zhanyun purposely refrained from summoning the Shadow Cloud Eagle, the hairy corpses, flying corpses, Nine Springs Ghost Mother, and Nether Springs Ghost Mother under his command.