Are you deliberately throttling the passing rate?

Tang Miao closed the car door, started the engine, and drove away, completely ignoring the group of people.

The interview venue at the farm had been fully set up. An open area was cleared outside the cordon, and a large crowd had already gathered around it.

Everyone knew that the farm possessed abundant resources and that the surrounding area had very few zombies, so many people had pitched their camps not far from the farm.

Now, upon hearing that the farm was hiring, men and women, old and young alike, all flocked over.

After getting out of the car, Ge Shan expressed his gratitude to Tang Miao: "Miss Tang..."

Li Guohao was utterly determined to make a fool of him, and he certainly would not let Li Guohao have his way so easily.

Ji Yao confiscated her phone for two reasons: first, to prevent her from posting on social media every day and leaking their whereabouts; and second, out of fear that more disturbing messages might be sent to her phone and affect her emotional state. After all, up until now, he had no idea what that mysterious person was truly plotting, or what else that mysterious person might actually know.

He never expected that such a figure could appear right behind him in absolute silence.

Hou Yi felt a bizarre sensation, being able to simultaneously perceive the inner thoughts of everyone present, making him feel as though he were living inside a hazy celestial martial arts television drama.

Moving the phone away from his ear, he took a deep breath of the surrounding air, his handsome face tense and dark as a piece of charcoal. Very well, he admitted it—he had turned cowardly, and he had chosen to run away.

He carried the Yang Blood Gu within his body; unless he thoroughly and completely transformed into a living Gu vessel, it was impossible to suppress the malevolent Gu inside him. The Yang Blood Gu would react instantly upon contact with any other Gu entities. Therefore, if he were merely a half-Gu human, the blood Gu would flare up immediately, causing Wang Yang to perish on the spot.

In Chi Mo's view, Xiao Xiao still needed more combat experience, which would be the best thing for her personal growth. The path ahead was destined to be turbulent, so getting more tempering through hardship was for the best.

The Ice Spirit Ape naturally had no idea what a firearm was, nor did it need to use a sword, so these two items were casually tossed under a moss-covered stone in front of the stone platform.

At the entrance, Dawei and Liu Yunfei were whispering to each other. From the look of it, Liu Yunfei seemed to be reprimanding Dawei, who hung his head with an unconvinced expression.

She had originally thought that it would forever remain a distant dream, yet she never expected that this dream would be realized so effortlessly.

Under the constant stimulation of these events, Luo Xiang's hatred toward Leng Su accumulated and grew heavier with each passing day.

Staring fixedly through the front windshield, she suddenly curved her lips into a bewitching smile, her eyes brimming with alluring affection.

As for finding her, that was not an issue either. After all, her father had previously mentioned that if her mother came searching for her and failed to find her, or found her in a compromised state, the Eastern Xia Kingdom would face complete ruin. From this, it was clear that her father was well aware of her mother's true identity, though he had never explicitly written it down.

Furthermore, she had more important matters to attend to: calling Wen Yaxin to ask if they still needed extra walk-on actors, even if it meant playing a dead corpse.

After packing away those items and storing them securely in the hidden chamber, A Tong had never imagined that the day would ever come when she would take them out again.

The food at this hotel was notoriously delicious, and Wen Yaxin had always wanted to try it, but it was simply too expensive, and she could never bring herself to spend the money.

"Just like that?" Chi Hang narrowed his eyes slightly, casting a cold gaze at Xu Chong, not entirely convinced.

Phoenix Spitfire truly lived up to her reputation, just listen to those words she uttered. Jia Qing figured that if they were to truly measure sharpness of tongue, he might not necessarily be her match.

Before making a move, each of them considered whether they were as formidable as Daoist Mo'e or Old Demon Diao; otherwise, rushing blindly into this place would be nothing short of seeking death.

At this, the four of them refused to submit and immediately started shouting, while their followers behind them hurled fierce curses at the fat pig.

"Mixed Heaven绫, go!" Nezha hurled the Heaven-mixing Ribbon. Wang Yuan blew a breath of air, and with a whoosh, the Ribbon flew back in reverse, smacking directly onto Nezha's face with a crisp slap.

The two of them moved sluggishly like senile old men and women, trembling as they sat down on the ground to catch their breath.