A palm stretched out from the earth, and a figure sat up with a dazed expression, crashing against the bumper of a scrapped car with a clang before lying back down. Su Dan Fiction Net.
This figure was Liu Lang Xia.
"What in the world..."
It took Liu Lang Xia two minutes to realize that Lin Zhe Yuan had buried him there.
He understood that Lin Zhe Yuan did it to protect him, but couldn't a small hotel have been found? At worst, couldn't he have been stuffed into the trunk of a car?
There was no need to make it look like he was being buried alive, and with at least a dozen scrapped cars piled on top.
For an ordinary person, this would have been murder.
Then he received a message from Lin Zhe Yuan, and knowing that a powerful backer had arrived, he managed to push the cars away, emptied the dirt from his underwear and shoes, and limped towards the meeting point, clutching his broken arm.
Originally, Liu Lang Xia had intended to undergo a transformation during this trip.
He didn't want to hunt demons by wandering around anymore; he wanted to cooperate with others.
But after this incident, cooperation was out of the question. It was safer to hunt demons alone.
...
Li Na Tuo woke up in a small jeep and looking at the people around him, he knew he had safely passed the Divine Blood Cup competition.
However, he had been too severely injured before, and now he couldn't even lift his arm.
But Li Na Tuo was not discouraged; as long as he was alive, he had infinite possibilities.
The battle before had brought him many benefits, and once his strength recovered, he would gain strength far beyond what he had now.
Li Na Tuo had a fanatical obsession with combat and his own strength.
When he was young, his family was killed by monsters, and he hid in a closet, not daring to make a sound.
After being rescued, Li Na Tuo fell into self-recrimination.
He felt that his parents' deaths were due to his timidity and weakness, and because of his lack of strength. Therefore, after becoming a super-powered individual, he pursued combat madly.
His teacher was a high-ranking demon hunter who felt that if Li Na Tuo continued like this, he would have a mental breakdown one day. So, he arranged for him to go on a trip to relax. He never expected Li Na Tuo to get caught up in the Divine Blood Cup competition, which was far more dangerous than normal demon hunting.
...
Lin Zhe Yuan arrived at a city near the Holy City, walking up the old stairs with his hands behind his back.
Standing at the door, he took a deep breath, knocked three times lightly, and then twice more heavily.
Then, he heard footsteps from inside the door. Miao Xin Yi, her eyes bloodshot, yanked open the door, and upon seeing Lin Zhe Yuan unharmed, tears streamed down her face as she rushed into his arms.
"I thought you weren't coming back."
As an assistant, Miao Xin Yi understood how dangerous this event was, so she had already prepared for the worst.
Lin Zhe Yuan patted Miao Xin Yi's back, then gently pushed her away, taking out a bouquet of flowers with his other hand.
"Why did you buy this?" Miao Xin Yi blushed.
Lin Zhe Yuan scratched his head, "I don't think I've ever given you flowers before. Both you and I have been too busy with work all along, which has caused us to miss out on many things that normal couples experience."
"For the next few days, we'll stay here and go nowhere. I will make up for everything we've lost."
"And after that..."
What would happen after that, Lin Zhe Yuan didn't say, and Miao Xin Yi didn't ask.
Because Lin Zhe Yuan was going to become a wanderer, and their opportunities to meet would become even fewer.
Although Miao Xin Yi never said it, she actually had reservations about Lin Zhe Yuan's decision. She just wanted Lin Zhe Yuan to live a peaceful life.
But after this incident, she only offered him her silent support.
Because those monsters and abnormal events wouldn't stop bothering them just because they wanted to live a normal life.
Someone had to fight, someone had to bleed and sacrifice, for the rest to live happy and comfortable lives.
Sifuer Mo and Yishina handed over the situation and returned to the Washington region.
Ye Wen, on the other hand, followed Yishina to Baidiya.
She came to the East Oil region this time to meet her idol... oh, no, to train under Yishina.
Ye Haimo had asked Yishina to give Ye Wen some pointers so that she could grow rapidly.
...
Wen Wen released his black aircraft from the containment facility, preparing to have the three cubs fly them directly to the ritual site.
Just as he was about to close the cabin door, Wen Wen saw an old hand placed on the door. The containment officer badge on his chest burned furiously, indicating that the person before him was extremely dangerous.
An old priest, leaning on a cane, slowly walked onto the plane and met Wen Wen's gaze.
Unsure if the person before him was friend or foe, Wen Wen did not react immediately, merely staring with a frown at the frail old man.
"You... you're from the containment facility, aren't you?"
The old priest said it plainly, but to Wen Wen, it was like a thunderclap from a clear sky.
'How did he know... could this old priest also be a former prisoner of the containment facility?'
"No need to overthink it. When you live long enough, you learn things others don't."
The old priest looked at Wen Wen for permission, and after receiving it, sat down on the plane's chair, leaning on his cane.
"What do you want? The destruction of the Holy City has nothing to do with me. If you're here to claim damages, I don't have a single cent." Wen Wen said vigilantly, watching the old man.
The old priest shook his head, "He and I are old friends, and I'm not here for the Glory Church. The Divine Blood Cup is in your hands, could you show it to me?"
Wen Wen's brows furrowed even tighter. How did this old geezer know the Divine Blood Cup was in his hands?
Every time a power was absorbed by the containment facility, a fragment would appear. After all the fragments were absorbed, the remaining pieces would automatically form a cup.
This cup was still kept in the containment facility, and Wen Wen hadn't had time to study it yet.
The old priest said with a chuckle, "Young man, if you have doubts, why not ask Mr. Mo Gong? He will give you the answer."
Wen Wen communicated with Mo Gong and only received a three-word reply.
'Trust him.'
After some thought, Wen Wen reluctantly took out the Divine Blood Cup.
The Divine Blood Cup, having lost all its divine blood, looked like a mere golden cup embedded with jewels.
But Wen Wen could feel an uncomfortable aura emanating from it.
The old priest rubbed the Divine Blood Cup with his rough hand, then suddenly exerted force.
Terrifying power gathered from all directions, concentrating on this small cup.
However, the power between the old priest's hands alone far exceeded the total power of an ordinary Cataclysm-level individual!
The sky trembled, and the earth shook. Just by looking at the old priest's hands, Wen Wen could feel his spirit being impacted by an overwhelming amount of energy.
Logically, such immense power, condensed before his hands, should have been enough to destroy the surroundings just by its natural dissipation.
But not even a nearby blade of grass was broken; instead, its vitality became even more vigorous...