Chapter 13175 — The Taiping Book Market

Wei Zhao was taken aback for a moment. "And what sort of place is this?"

Jiang Xiaoshang curled his lip. "Just ask around, why don't you? A place this well known—surely it won't come down to hunting a needle in a haystack?"

Wei Zhao pondered for a while, and at last settled on a target.

Jin Buhuan.

As a client liaison for the School of the God of Wealth, Jin Buhuan—judged purely by breadth of knowledge—had no equal among all the connections Wei Zhao currently knew of.

Jin Buhuan answered quickly: "The Taiping Book Market is a place devoted entirely to the trade in rare and ancient texts. It's a gathering..."

Sheng Jianan held Li Weiwei's phone, his fingers trembling slightly. The chill had left his body, replaced by a kind of desolation—a boundless desolation.

"Heh heh heh... I've got two bottles of fine wine in my space. Tonight we can drink and talk to our hearts' content!" Sibao said excitedly.

"Running off like this—aren't you afraid your brother will be beaten to death by the Thunderclap Gang?" Youran tried to divert Zuo Tangrong's attention.

"A-Jian, what on earth did you say to her? Why is she so upset?" Shen Nianhuan this time looked at her nephew with reproach as well.

"I saw there was no fruit in the fridge, so I bought some nearby." With that, she held up the bag in her hand for him to see.

Feng Burong gazed at her steadily. Xu Wei saw that his eyes seemed veiled by a thin gauze, adding a layer of haziness—as though he were looking at her, yet through that gauze the sight never truly reached her.

"It's good that you understand. Nothing matters more than harmony in the family, brothers guarding one another." Shen Munian's words carried a hidden meaning, but Shen Muyun had sunk into thought and did not hear them.

An Moxi returned to her room. Tudou had already fallen asleep. She smiled, laid out all of Tudou's dog food for her, and then went to bed.

After that strange meteor shower, rumors of the end of the world spread through all three planes as if by prior agreement, throwing the whole world into panic... The high-ranking wizards dismissed it with contempt; not only did they refuse to believe it, they even arrested a number of low-ranking astrologers who had been spreading the rumors.

The tiger-headed beast-man spoke in human tongue, gave a furious roar, and once more swung his massive hand, smashing it down at Su Mu and the others.

Hearing the urgency in Miao Qing's tone, Leng Xuan could not help but wonder. He had no idea what deep grudge Miao Qing bore the King of Hell, that she should be so impatient to seek her revenge against him.

The Skeleton King immediately raised his sword to block, but with a "thud," a single strike from the Azure Dragon drove him to one knee on the ground.

In those days she had been the nation's darling in everyone's eyes, while he had been nothing more than an unremarkable café owner. The two of them should never have crossed paths—yet cross they did, at an intersection called "fate."

After he landed, he turned and looked back, and found that A-Su had already collapsed beneath a tree not far away, while Wu Jiu was just then struggling to his feet a short distance off.

Wei Xian was tickled into laughter, laughing so hard he nearly doubled over. Shi Xingzhou and Gu Liangchen said nothing at all, only clapped Jiang Heng on the shoulder like the good brothers they were. The corner of Tang Li's mouth twitched slightly, his eyes holding a smile too obvious to miss, while Xiao Quan could not help but let out a soft "hah" of laughter.

"Excuse me... may I sit here?" At that moment, a boy with a head of red hair asked hesitantly from the doorway.

At present he could sense only the most obvious things—spiritual energy and pressure, for instance. He had not noticed that the whole circle around him was in fact made up of northerners. Even the matter of his having pulled Shui Xin and the others along earlier was somewhat blurred in its details; he had not yet been able to review it.

Heshen bent at the waist, head bowed, letting the cold sweat roll drop by drop down from his temples. It fell upon the blue robe over his chest, staining it with dark patches of moisture.

A surge of immense force swept through, and those Wunian Yin Demons, shrieking, scrambled over one another to fly toward the Yin Sha Stone at the center of the formation. Several men in black breathed a sigh of relief and were just about to catch their breath, shifting their kneeling direction to thank Shi Songling for his grace—when suddenly another violent surge of force came crashing in.

Anna said with a woebegone face that there really was no more advanced reconnaissance equipment to be had. The two of them had no choice but to set up the old telescope again and keep watching.

She was no fool. If she searched blindly, the likeliest outcome was to go round and round in circles in this dense forest, and she might even run into some wild beast. Better to stay where she was and conserve her strength—when Yehua found her missing come morning, he would surely come looking for her.