Chapter 57: Cemetery Residential Area, The Only One Aware of the Reaction

Qiao Jia now had only a little over 1.8 million points left; after activating the cemetery blind box, she was down to just over 800,000. The Ghost Tribe, counting those few ghost babies, totaled twenty-seven spirits. Qiao Jia hired seven of them as night shift employees.

Of course, their duties extended beyond selling blind boxes—they were also responsible for patrolling the town and welcoming new survivor townsfolk.

Twenty-seven ghosts, twenty-seven cemetery blind boxes.

Qiao Jia pondered for a moment.

"Why not let him stay and train with our Moonwolf Clan?" Amanda looked at Liddy before her and spoke with an air of unquestionable authority.

Deep Space had just injected twenty-eight million US dollars into Google; this was common knowledge in the industry. After hearing the news, America Online responded immediately, hastily reinforcing their own company's search business operations.

By the time the final cut was ready, Ye Wei glanced at her watch—it was already 7 p.m.

It turned out that Xi Ziyu was not a heartless demon who killed without blinking an eye. Even if his hands were stained with blood, it was the blood of those human traffickers.

After sending out resumes all night, Jiang Yun realized that every single one had sunk into the sea—there was not a single reply.

The barrier set by Ye Chonghua was specifically targeted at demonic beasts infused with demonic energy. It was expected to hold them off for a quarter of an hour. Fortunately, the final line of defense lay in Bai Qian’ge’s crimson-gold blood and Xuan Yin iron.

Jiang You was quite worried. If she couldn't find a substitute, she would have to go down herself.

"Something's wrong! Very wrong! This is the main city entrance—there should be more undead creatures gathered here than anywhere else!" Pang Ye looked at the eerily silent entrance to the main city, his heart full of doubt.

"It's fine. If anything comes up, just go back and handle it. I'll leave Tianba here." She looked at Huo Tianba behind her as she spoke.

It was not hard to guess what stance Director Liao would now take toward Lu An.

They were to dig up the memorial tomb Han Jingyi had established, and then put Han Jingyi’s corpse inside.

After hearing his brother-in-law’s words, Uncle Liang Er was filled with admiration. When the same thing was said by his brother-in-law, it sounded right; but if he, a rough man, had said it, people would have been annoyed.

Yao Mengyuan knew Ye Lengfeng was joking. He would never do something as petty as reselling tickets for profit.

Tao Rui was both resentful and clear-headed. Ever since she realized the old woman harbored ill intentions, she quietly transferred her dowry with the help of her nursemaid and chief maid, always ready to leave and return to her family.

"Uh..." As soon as she heard the word "documents," Jing Liu remembered that the documents Yae Miko had arranged for her had still not been handed over.

Yang Chuner was impatient by nature, but she was no fool. She also recalled that on her way here, she had hardly seen any servants—her friend’s courtyard was the only one that seemed normal.

Yet Fu Siyan's face betrayed no emotion. Without a word, he stepped back half a pace and took the suitcase from her hand.

The flayed ghost, always as still as a statue, began to move. Slowly, he raised his head, his hollow eyes fixed hungrily on Zhao Wu, who stood right before him, like a predator eyeing its prey.

If Xiao Fan were only at the peak of Martial Emperor, Xuan Yin Martial Emperor would not have been so wary—after all, not every top Martial Emperor dared kill him.

Once he unleashed his fire attribute, it swept over his opponent with overwhelming force, and he also found controlling the fire attribute had become easier.

He had just begun to speak, not yet able to continue, when suddenly an anxious, scolding voice sounded from behind.

A thunderous crash shook the heavens and earth. The ground sank by a fathom, magma shot eight hundred meters into the sky, the Four Gods were grievously injured by the shockwave, spitting golden blood and falling from the sky, the black clouds scattered, and Chang Ling, fleeing a thousand miles, was still burned.

When Qi Xi heard the word "mommy," a smile immediately curved her lips. Qi Jingchen knew Qi Xi had understood his words. He reached out to pat Qi Xi's head, then returned to his desk to continue working.