41 The Crematorium Opens

Jiang Haoran was just about to ask where their company commander was and if there was any unusual situation, when his eyes involuntarily swept straight ahead. To his horror, he discovered that the area ahead was densely packed with Japanese soldiers cautiously groping their way forward, the nearest ones probably having crept within a distance of five hundred meters.

This year happens to be the twentieth year of Eiroku in Japan, and "the monkey" Toyotomi Hideyoshi was born this year. Japanese national governance was seized last year by Oda Nobunaga, the "Demon King of the Sixth Heaven." Judging by historical trends, the Japanese Sengoku period has begun to approach its end, yet this process still has nearly half a century remaining.

However, for reasons unknown, although the Wahalan Empire agreed to the terms, they kept delaying the return of the Song family members to the Far Eastern Empire.

The general also shared the surname Li, and was called Li Sheng. However, this was not the Li Sheng who had once visited Sima Yi, but merely an ordinary tier-one NPC.

Jiang Sihan observed that on the giant beast's chest, black light billowed like an endless abyss. That should have been the location of the giant beast's heart, but at this moment, it had actually been blasted through by someone.

In the dead of night, this region suddenly began to tremble, with yellow and grey dust billowing in the distance, resembling an earthquake.

Bai Yunfei's mouth dropped even wider, and he had no idea what to say. He found it truly hard to imagine everything before his eyes—Wang Feng had actually become so powerful.

Lin Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, thinking, "My talk of responsibility was meant to make you feel guilty; did you actually understand it or not?" While she was still puzzled, she looked up and saw that Lin Xiaojue had already closed in before her at some point, her hand raised high.

The next day, Zhao Fei woke up early. After preparing his father's breakfast, he hurried out the door. The hospital was quite far from home, and in the past, he always walked there. Today was different, though; he could take the bus. After all, besides those five thousand yuan, there were still four hundred yuan left over. Splurging occasionally was not entirely out of the question.

Outsiders did not know the true relationship between the Chu family and Xia Meng and the others, but Lu Cangmin and Yang Jinfeng were well aware of it.

The sudden night rain was followed by several days of scorching sun. While evaporating the accumulated water, it seemed to have washed away the traces of that day as well.

His vision grew increasingly blurry, and a comfortable warmth caused Anyang to collapse onto the bed and sink into a dream.

Therefore, when Toru Shimizu walked into the Waseda campus with Nanami Nanami, the first things he saw were various strange clubs holding signs to solicit tourists.

Meanwhile, Patriarch Tianmen struck out fiercely with his right fist directly toward the mountain peak at this moment, unleashing all the power he possessed into this single punch.

"By the way, since you've obtained the legacy here, is there any way to leave this place?" Sun Li asked.

Seizing this flaw, Toru Shimizu eagerly pressed the issue. Kishida slumped back into his chair, pulling back the feigned casual expression he had worn earlier.

How on earth did the perpetrator manage to make them drink the poison voluntarily? So that their families could not tell they had been murdered, but thought it was suicide. Could the killer have used some method to threaten them, making them willingly drink the poison?

When Eight-Claw awoke, he found himself lying on a white hospital bed. He touched his dizzy head, which throbbed with a dull ache, feeling mentally dazed and unaware of his current whereabouts.

If this matter were to erupt completely, it would undoubtedly spark endless discussions among most disciples of the Tianlan Sect.

The expected screams did not ring out. Long Yun still maintained that bizarre posture, making him look like a crucifix drenched in gasoline and set ablaze.

The barrage of messages had originally been casual chats, but suddenly the rhythm of "buy, buy, buy" was whipped up. One could tell at a glance that the Kai-kai army was coming to stir up trouble.

In the afternoon, Su Cheng received a call from Zhao Yingbao. After the two whispered sweet nothings for a while, Zhao Yingbao expressed that she missed him a little and asked if he would like to take a trip to Los Angeles.

Many Western countries list China as a forbidden zone for somatic martial artists. Even though China is currently filled with ordinary people and martial artists are few, if a war truly broke out between somatic martial artists and martial artists, the combined somatic martial artists of an entire country might not necessarily defeat a single top-tier sect in China.

With the appearance of the Immortal Execution Sword and the fragmented Immortal Execution Map, Qi Bao was clearly getting serious this time.

"Lithography machine? Yes, yes, I must have it. I've been thinking about improving the chip circuitry these past two days. The lithography machine I previously bought from outside and modified is of such poor quality that it can't handle this operation," Dian Er nodded repeatedly, joy showing on his face.

Naturally, she could not possibly tell these two newly acquainted people about this, yet for the moment she had no idea how to phrase it.

The strength this Rat had just displayed was definitely no less than that of the golden fighters. It was even stronger than most golden fighters; the only question was whom Jin Tai would send out to face him.

Master, you are so wise and martial; naturally, you considered everything comprehensively before taking action, and your plan is bound to be seamless.

What worried Feng Guan even more was that a high-ranking divine demon had actually been born among the blood demons. For an already damaged seal, this was undoubtedly a tremendous threat.

Upon first catching sight of the houses up here, they had seemed far too few to accommodate so many bandits, let aside the countless captives whose numbers were unknown.

Xiao Qinglian had a flash of inspiration and hurriedly crowded close to Zhao Yan. The intense heat of the flames forced him to back away a few steps against his will.

As if the savory and appetizing vegetable porridge were right before her eyes, Lan Xi swallowed hard. Her body was truly too weak; even if she grudged the money, she had to spend it. Though these cook-maids had dark hearts, as long as one was willing to spend silver, their culinary skills were truly exceptional.

Zhao Yan's face turned red with anxiety as he hurriedly rushed toward the exit of the underground chamber. Although his vision was blurred, he could still manage to find his way by instinct.

Su Yan had already drawn the Longyuan Sword, holding it horizontally before his chest. That sensation made him feel as if he were sitting on pins and needles, deeply unsettled, so he grew even more cautious.

From deflecting the blow to swinging the blade, there was not the slightest trace of hesitation. With the fluid speed of flowing water, such an offensive was difficult for ordinary people to block.

Having passed through three primordial fragments, Sanbao was no longer terrified of such invincible "cosmic flying objects." However, every time he dodged a primordial fragment, hundreds of spirit stones or more had to be consumed.