Chapter 33: Seeking the Remaining Candle
At eight o'clock on the morning of the sixth day of the highway survival challenge, the system appeared promptly.
[System 2712 is reluctantly at your service. I hereby announce the official start of the 36-hour highway convergence. The total distance for this event is 1,000 kilometers. Good luck to everyone~]
Upon seeing the announcement, Su Ya cursed aloud.
The 2712 system was far too indifferent to the players—it was already perilous enough to navigate the highway convergence, yet it demanded completion within just 36 hours.
I couldn’t hear the conversation between Grandpa and the ghost during that time. Only after a few days, when my hearing improved, did Grandpa finally tell me what they had been talking about.
Then, Chief Hong instructed the others to continue burning the paper money. Every family’s offering went smoothly.
“Clap!” A middle-aged man with a square face stepped out of the driver’s cabin. His expression was cold and indifferent, dressed sharply in a suit.
Next, there was another test. The priests would ask questions, and Yang Tian and his group were to respond.
Yan Ning had never witnessed such a terrifying scene in his life. Terrified, he collapsed to the ground, his mind screaming to flee, but his legs betrayed him. Helpless, he watched as the serpent demon slowly slithered out of the hollow tree.
“No matter how powerful it is, we all attack together. I don’t believe we can’t kill it!” Great Tengu’s fighting spirit remained undiminished.
“Oh.” The poor scholar withdrew his gaze from his friend and turned to the note, “Luo Fu’s handwriting is truly elegant. Tonight will be a fine night indeed.” He chuckled to himself, as if already holding the exquisite Luo Fu in his arms.
Lin Yufei nodded thoughtfully, contemplating the next plan. Mo Xue was remarkably skillful with needlework; before long, she had sewn the wallpaper evenly and meticulously, without a single flaw.
A thick pillar of fire, two or three meters in diameter and over ten meters long, descended from the sky, instantly looming above Li Yunxiao’s head.
Morris set down two gang members suffocated to death by his supernatural power, listening with fascination to the explosions ringing in his ears.
In a fit of rage, the old Taoist directly commanded the Yellow Turban warriors protecting him to stop Li Yan from performing the ritual.
Apart from focusing on the match on the field, Lin Shaojie occasionally eavesdropped on the conversation between Coach Xie and Lawrence behind him.
Seeing the shadows of the main force, Yu Huo quickly leapt down from the arrow tower and spoke to Qin Feng.
They traveled by boat along the Grand Canal to Huai’an Prefecture, then transferred to an official vessel on the Yellow River, and continued upstream toward Hexi.
After a moment’s thought, An Nianchu still didn’t understand and struggled to resist. In an instant, she was pinned beneath him. Her body, previously slanted, was now fully straightened. Then something pressed between her thighs, causing An Nianchu to stiffen instantly and finally grasp the meaning behind Qin Muchen’s earlier words.
Jiang Yu gained the upper hand with a single strike, launching another fierce attack. His entire body radiated golden brilliance, his fighting spirit soaring.
Just as Heize Quan turned to leave the bedroom, he heard a low voice behind him and suddenly halted in his tracks.
However, no one had expected that it was the tragic death of Wu Hassan that sowed unprecedented suspicion in the old emperor toward the fourth prince.
Suddenly, someone hurled a thick chain that rapidly coiled around Ning Chuan’s body, attempting to bind him swiftly.
If Karl were merely a civilian without the prestigious Roland surname, the young priest would likely not have wasted words but ordered his attendants to take him away immediately. However, considering the noble Roland name, he patiently explained everything once more.
“What about Shopkeeper Ximen then?” Li Rizhi asked the same question, replacing Wang Po’s name with Ximen’s.
Within Shenyu City lurked an undercurrent poised to erupt at any moment. Meanwhile, Jiang Xiao and Guan Yuling, millions of miles away, were enjoying themselves—Jiang Xiao delighted in cooking, and Guan Yuling savored over ten days of culinary pleasures.
When Chen Baili restored his foundation, he bowed to Lu Shu and expressed that he owed him a tremendous favor. Though Chen Baili was quick-tempered, his character was beyond reproach. Therefore, Chen Baili’s feelings toward Lu Shu were always divided: one-third as a junior, one-third as a friend, and one-third as a benefactor.