Chapter 107: Doomsday Streetlamp, The County of Truth

The mystery box from the Strongest Town in the Apocalypse arrived quickly, and Qiao Jia opened it just as fast. She retreated into a shell of despair even faster. How could anyone be this unlucky? Qiao Jia sat on the sofa, her expression grave, unable to fathom the outcome. Three identical streetlights were lined up neatly before her. While items from the Strongest Town in the Apocalypse mystery box were never subpar, how could it be—

Thinking of the nine years he had spent to comprehend the Law of Force to a mere 27.8 percent, Lin Feng felt a surge of frustration. After lingering in the Mountain and River Map for a while, he heard Wang Xifeng calling him for dinner. He grabbed two fruits, giving one to his grandmother and one to his mother; one shouldn't only think of oneself.

Beyond the television dramas Lin Yuxiang had starred in, she also found videos of her magazine shoots, commercials, singing, and dancing. It had to be said, Lin Yuxiang was truly a woman of many talents.

The old man, Uncle Wang, threw several punches. Though he failed to strike Lin Qinghong, he managed to shred his yellow robes to pieces. Having lost three consecutive matches, the thousands of disciples of the Sword Tomb felt utterly humiliated. There wasn't one among them who didn't harbor a deep hatred for Ye Lin, wishing they could all draw their swords at once and turn him into a beehive.

God is fair; when He closes a door, He surely opens a window. Sima Hao possessed a unique soul skill that no one else on the continent had—soul skill replication. At the same time, however, Lin Feng began to grow wary of the universe and the Star Soul World they inhabited. If even he could create a real world, could it be that the universe and the Star Soul World he lived in were also created by some terrifyingly powerful figures?

Winking at a blind man—Tong Yuan felt like dying. Of course, he didn't want to die himself; he wanted Ye Lin to die.

The so-called Martial Arts Department was, as the name implied, a department for selling martial arts techniques. Why would such a department exist?

Li You was ordered to commit suicide at the Inner Court's Palace Attendant Bureau, and Du Xingmin and the others, who had planned to capture Li You alive, rose to prominence as a result.

Wu Jiangkai looked at the steaming dumplings in his hand, shared a helpless smile with Shen Tong, and stood up to return to the hotel. Li Mingming was playing mahjong at the moment. Upon hearing that Shen Tong needed a car, he agreed without hesitation and sent a subordinate to deliver the vehicle directly to the County Committee compound.

Sending her to the hospital was clearly too late. The dosage of the Joyous Powder the girl had been poisoned with was massive. It seemed the person who drugged her had no intention of letting her live at all.

This sensation triggered a deep-seated alarm in Tong Hua’s heart, instantly jolting her awake. After returning to the country, he went straight to find Tie Feilin and hadn't been anywhere else yet. Looking at the crowds gradually emerging outside, Song Ziyang felt a profound sense of familiarity.

When he finally could bear it no longer and crawled out, he saw flames soaring all around him, and his mother lying in a pool of blood. He hadn't expected that before he, a veteran criminal investigator, could even react, the opponent had already disarmed his colleague and pointed the weapon at him before he could make a move, shattering his hopes.

This shout indeed drew many students to watch. Seeing the new security guard and noticing how imposing he was—so different from the slacker who had been there before—they were impressed.

Such matters are inherently ambiguous and easily blurred. Moreover, at times, the line between friendship and love is truly paper-thin. When two representatives of a faction are at odds, it only allows other factions to take advantage and step in. Softening the conflict was clearly the bottom line for the old Jian family. Yue Haige failed to see this, believing it to be a civil war over the succession, but Gu Haoran understood clearly: this was a stance designed to use a superficial conflict to prevent other factions from interfering.

What good is having the key if you can't find the person? It's just a hollow joy! Our master is just making a fool of others for his own amusement. It’s a pity this girl is a bit slow-witted, allowing herself to be spun in circles by him.