Volume One, Chapter 77: Has Jun Xiao Been Living Like a Monk Since His Second Marriage in the Previous Century?

Transmigrated into a 1970s Novel: The Villainous Supporting Woman Is Spoiled by the Infertile Overlord A Pig Who Knows How to Fall in Love 1254 words 2026-02-09 12:20:31

The village chief Yang was taken away in secret, with the official story being that he went to the city for a meeting.

Yet Xia Zhiyuan couldn’t shake off an ominous feeling. After all, Ji Junxiao and Lin Ranran had always suspected the fool’s death. If Yang really was exposed, she would have no qualms about turning him in.

Fortunately, she had kept a backup plan.

Still, with the current situation unclear, she couldn’t act rashly. After all, she still needed the village chief to communicate with Pei Yuan in the commune every time he went.

Once the carriage entered the inner ring, its speed slowed to a crawl. The two tall white horses pulling the reins moved through the inner ring like elegant aristocrats, lifting their hooves high and setting them down with care, each step measured to perfection.

After a long silence, he let out a low laugh, then another, until he sounded mad, bursting into harsh, mocking laughter and hurling his phone viciously against the wall.

Cheng Yiyi and Zhao Zhiruo stepped out of the house, while Lu Tianxiang and He Yun, each holding a child, chatted and laughed together.

Of course, the most important thing was that after this mission was over... she could finally return all her fury to her enemies.

A carrying capacity of 45 points was simply abysmal—just a single heavy iron breastplate took up 12 points. The load included both equipment and pack weight. Once overloaded, the character could only move at a snail’s pace, agonizingly slow.

“Qi’er.” His breath came in ragged bursts, his chest heaving violently; pain was beginning to show in the lines of his brow.

When I came to this company with Zhu Daliang, I found it hard to believe. A cosmetics company being used as a front for a zombie business—truly astonishing. Then again, since it’s all done in secret, even a convenience noodle company would do.

Midway down the corridor lay an unremarkable laboratory, the very place Lin Tao had come for. Without hesitation, the two pushed open the door and entered. The sign at the entrance was emblazoned with the words: T-Virus Biochemical Research Laboratory, Charles.

The old woman gave a little cry, took the umbrella, and muttered that it must be a cold stomach, suggesting some herbal medicine next time to help, saying that drinking it could even put on some weight.

Mu Chu, who had been holding the baby the entire time, finally voiced the question that had been circling her mind.

Mumu borrowed the power of the wind, using both time and the secrets of her own body to soar between currents.

“You really don’t need to worry about this. I’m here to help you,” said Old Ghost, irresponsibly.

Helian Nuo let out a long sigh. He understood Lu Yao’s feelings—after all, a friend of many years turning out to be a member of an organization persecuting their own kin was a shattering revelation, one few could accept.

“Children, take a good look. This Youyue Valley is the only sacred place on the Demon Moon Continent where you can see the Demon Moon’s true face!” Song Li laughed heartily, looking up at the moon with devout reverence.

Though he had his doubts, Chu Xuhua and Chu Tingchuan hadn’t made the matter public, so he trusted that perhaps it had slipped past Chu Xuhua’s notice. As others suggested switching to a different game, he happily agreed.

He didn’t know when he had managed to offend Su Meimei again, but for his own safety and the sake of that thousand-gold-coin antique vase, Yan Fei had no choice but to chant a spell quickly while lightly tracing his right hand in the air before him.

Even if the opponent could defeat Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, no matter how powerful their techniques, without spiritual pressure, no skill or move would be of any use.

Landing, his whole body pitched forward—he nearly fell, but managed to steady himself just in time, lips pressed into a slight smile, as though to say, “You can’t get the better of me, can you?” A dozen seconds later, he took another step forward.