Chapter 48: Don’t Be Overconfident—I’d Hate to See You Disappointed

She lay across the space between the two beds. Duan Mucheng watched her with interest.
“So you can sleep like this? Looks pretty good.”
Le Xi raised her hand. Duan Mucheng, with a cute expression, said,
“Want me to try too? Alright, I’ll join you.”
“Help me up, my waist is strained,”
Le Xi wanted to cry; lying down like this had nearly broken her back.
Duan Mucheng simply picked her up and gently placed her on the bed.

“Manager, you don’t need to say more. I understand the seriousness of this matter, and I won’t put you in a difficult position,” Lin Hao declared with righteous resolve.

After Li Wei had given a vague explanation, everyone in the room was still somewhat dissatisfied. Yet, since this involved the ancestral secrets of Li Wei’s family, they thought it best not to press the issue here.

Ren Xiaoyao heard the voice ringing in his ear but couldn’t understand a word the monk was saying. When he turned, the figure had vanished.

At that moment, we were all stunned, nearly forgetting to run. Each of us stared as countless blood-red leeches crawled out of the headless corpse of Haizi. His body rapidly shriveled, and only then did we realize that what had always given his body form were these cursed creatures.

After swallowing mouthful after mouthful of saliva, Chen Qiang, despite his fear, left without looking back. The only thing he gained there was learning the current date and time from a wall clock.

There was no denying the scale was immense. Once inside, I saw that the underground boxing arena was built like a funnel; the ring in the center at the lowest level, with stands and spectators rising all around. There were also huge screens on every side, broadcasting the action live—no less impressive than an international bout.

At the entrance, I found my backpack, changed into my own underwear, and then hung my wet clothes from earlier out to dry in the bamboo grove outside.

Suddenly, a roar startled Xuan Mo so much she jumped up, spinning around and swinging her fists wildly at the air.

My gaze stayed fixed on the steaming pool ahead. I couldn’t tell if I was in reality or some illusion. The pool, about ten square meters, was veiled in white mist. A thick, pungent odor rose to my nose, and my vision blurred and doubled.

At last, the chaotic space before me was torn open, revealing a stretch of deep blue, as though I had plunged into the heart of the sea.

Da Zhou and his group followed Lei Tian into the old building. According to his description, the place was just as dilapidated as when they’d first come years ago—nothing had changed.

They had all heard something about Xianglong’s marriage to Gailo. The women exchanged glances, and an awkward silence fell between them.

“Officer, my son, Xinxing, has been missing for over half a month. He’s our only child. Do you have any idea how worried I am?” Tears streamed from the old woman’s eyes.

The freelance teams had become more cautious lately. If things looked bad, they didn’t fight to the end—those who could escape, did. After all, they were ‘white-names.’ Though the red-name squads from the three great guilds sometimes set ambushes, they didn’t dare pursue too far.

Judging by the current situation, the right wing of the freelancers had completely lost ground. The one relentlessly pressing their right flank was none other than the boss-slaying specialist, Soul Executioner Mu Tou.

The melee fighters had never encountered anyone as aggressive as Qian Cheng; they simply couldn’t adapt, and were forced to retreat, step by step, under his assault.

The whole arena erupted. The entire Michigan team was trembling with excitement. The Chicago team was in utter shock.

If Ouyang Yanuo could cure the Empress and win instant fame, aside from the royal family’s endless rewards, their father would also bestow many imperial gifts upon Ouyang Yanuo—perhaps even granting him the title of Imperial Saint Healer.