025 Unable Even to Care for Oneself

Jiang Zeyu sat on a bench in the hospital corridor, her hands clasped on her knees, head bowed, her expression downcast and exhaustion written all over her face. The light above the operating room remained on, and there was no telling when the person inside would come out.

The shrill ring of a phone broke the silence of the corridor.

Jiang Zeyu slowly came back to herself. Glancing at the incoming call from her manager, she hesitated for a moment, then walked to the stairwell to answer it.

“What is it?”

“Zeyu, you really need to think this through. She’s just a woman. With your reputation, are you afraid you won’t find another?”

Jiang Zeyu frowned. “Did something happen to Wanwan?”

“The moment you left, she went on a date with Gu Siyuan—”

At the very back, Yu Guiyuan gripped a jade pendant in his hand, pressing a handkerchief to the corner of his eye to hide a bruised wound. At a nearby table, a diner held chopsticks poised, ready to pick up a dish from his plate.

Seizing the lively atmosphere of the venue, Garol immediately announced the start of the auction. One by one, items were displayed on the stage, their attributes revealed for all to see. Those interested in purchasing could raise their numbered paddles to bid.

Seventh rank, the limit! This lizardman was only one step away from entering the realm of heroes. From its behavior, it was clear it possessed considerable intelligence. If not for the appearance of Yu Bin, it was likely this creature would have become a hero-level lizardman in a few years.

Yu Bin smiled. If the raid on Kirk Fort had been an impromptu move, then from this moment until Martan’s descent into the underworld, everything that followed was his carefully orchestrated scheme.

Feng Qi watched as her jet-black hair, her skin, and her eyes all began to change. Her skin aged rapidly, her once panicked eyes growing vacant, her black hair slowly turning white from the back, and even her lips losing the last trace of color.

A day later, both Xiong Tingbi and Nurhaci received news of the battle at Anshan Relay almost simultaneously.

What Yuan Ying hadn’t expected was that not only had Jiang Zhuofang not succumbed to the Five-Spirit Powder, but after being struck by the White Jade Dart, he was still able to unleash a powerful palm strike, gravely injuring her soul servant, Sakura Kimiko.

“I’ll tell you a secret.” He sauntered toward Smart, unhurried and composed. It was as if the roles had reversed—Smart seemed lost, while he appeared calm and indifferent.

Others had also noticed Bai Shu’s absent, desolate state, but none dared disturb her.

The aged yet vigorous roar, mingled with dozens of savage beastly howls, echoed atop the towering, impregnable black city walls.

Though she was usually warm and courteous, deep down she was both proud and stubborn. It was normal to be frightened after encountering a ghost, but why was she still scared now?

Despite the terrifying journey, each person proved to be tough and unyielding, and nothing truly dangerous had occurred.

To twist and shape one’s energy attacks into various forms was not a rare skill—the more formidable the individual, the greater the variety of special attack modes they could unleash, and the more effects they could stack into a single strike.

The instant the fat man vanished, Li Zhan, who had been preparing all along, used a sealing technique on the two ghosts, immediately trapping them together.

After breakfast, he returned to the dormitory. Roger Xinghe was still asleep, while Jin was on the balcony practicing the basics of Tai Chi. He greeted him in passing.

But passing straight through was clearly unrealistic—the center of the entire building was swarming with a dense mass of zombies.

Yao Chong, however, had only given Yin Ji five thousand troops, all infantry, who set out for Langzhong the next day. But even so, it would take nearly a month for the reinforcements to reach Langzhong.

Lin Tian turned to the three entangled figures, summoned all his strength, and plunged his weapon fiercely into the throat of the Evil God of Firecloud. He was no A Xing—with his reflexes and strength, he could easily kill the Evil God now that its defenses were broken.