Chapter 43 Privilege of Using Sacred Artifacts

Maoxi turned on his live-streaming camera, tilting it upward to lock onto the cultural relics while keeping the children out of the frame.

The young man, usually a bit reserved in reality, spoke with fluent eloquence about the historical artifacts at this moment.

"We are now venturing deep into the ruins. Do you see the personnel in protective suits down below? The excavation is not yet complete, and they are meticulously using small brushes to clear the dust from the surfaces of the items. Although robots can handle routine tasks, the newly unveiled ancient objects must still be handled by humans."

Not long after, a scholarly-looking middle-aged man in strange attire rode up to Ye Lin.

Su Chen finally went limp all at once, his entire body leaning almost entirely against Joanna's soft form.

The moment the flying knife hit the ground, the Rakshasa darted out like a black lightning bolt, the short blade in his hand thrusting straight toward Tian Ye's throat.

"I'll go right now. This time, even if Yang Fan and his cohorts don't die, they'll be driven out of Yanjing or rot in prison." A fierce glint flashed in Murong Xin's eyes as he quickly retreated from the room.

Sure enough, after the chaotic aura within Ye Chu's body churned for a moment, it flowed from various parts of his body into his Dantian, transforming from gaseous energy into liquid. Boom! Ye Chu suddenly emanated an unusual aura, and an ancient tripod suddenly appeared floating above his head.

The complexion of Lilac on the Desert had recovered slightly. Seeing Kanda Na's movement, she immediately tried to dissuade her.

"Crack!" Another flash of lightning struck down, and the black dots overhead swarmed forward, crashing against the barrier outside the Zixuan Palace. Boom, boom, boom! The people from the Ghost Abyss threw themselves one after another against the barrier. Crack! A faint cracking sound came from the air; the barrier outside the Zixuan Palace had been breached.

In those years, those who could pass the examinations for universities and specialized secondary schools were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. Moreover, job replacements and recruitment quotas had been canceled, resulting in a particularly large number of unemployed youths.

To be honest, she hadn't truly accepted Yang Jiahua yet; she merely felt he was a good person and worth a try. Deep down, Lu Xi's shadow still lingered persistently. She still longed for those days, and for that clean, gentle boy who had illuminated her entire youth.

This time, Xinghen Wuji did not answer for Ye Yuhuan. He simply gripped her hand tightly, looking at her with an encouraging gaze.

Lifting his foot, he stepped on the empty space as though treading on invisible stairs in the air. Surrounded by pitch-black beastly aura, he wielded a snowy-white beast spear, which transformed into countless thrusting points targeting the dragon's soul.

"I'll leave it to you." Qian Qiyue made no further fuss; leaving that instruction, she automatically stepped back. Beneath the shade of the willow trees was a prime spot for watching the battle.

Yang Zhulang scratched his head and gave a silly grin, gazing at the vast ocean beside him with a sudden surge of boundless emotion.

Today, Wu Momo was wearing a pink skirt suit, but she was no longer wearing her usual glasses, revealing a pair of watery, expressive large eyes. Her hair was swept up into a bun, giving her a unique, mature, and intellectual beauty.

Truly a veteran of many battles, Bi Zengqiang did not speak first. Instead, he gently picked up his wine glass, took a small sip, and then had a bite of the home-cooked dish.

The old matriarch nodded. Seeing that he possessed extraordinary martial arts skills, she intended to bring him along for protection to ensure safety. Madam Lin frowned in displeasure, but feeling helpless, she remained silent and merely followed behind the old matriarch, boarding the same carriage.

It was Brother Gu; it must be him back. Zhang Tie glanced across the street at the Public Security compound, where a few dim, yellowish incandescent lights glowed at the windows, appearing both cryptic and hazy.

As the wind blew, the black veils worn by the masked figures in the front yard of the Xuanxian Temple fluttered into the air, and some even caught on tree branches.

"Ha, even an ant clings desperately to life. Between instant death and living for three years, shouldn't one choose the latter?" Qiu Jing probed once more.

Wearing a halter-neck, fish-scale slip minidress, Zhou Jin descended the stairs on long legs clad in black stockings. Close behind him, the Magnetic King, Electric Python, and Mad Rat all walked in unison.

The darkness did not swallow Sang Ruo; instead, it parted around him. No, to put it more accurately, the darkness through which Sang Ruo walked all transformed into light.