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Chapter 46 This team of his was becoming increasingly… strange. With Feng Yimo’s reassurance, Ji Yanqing rubbed his temples, a headache forming. This wasn’t the first time they’d had this conversation. He was tempted to tie Feng Yimo to his waist with a rope. As his headache throbbed, a small, tearful voice called out from the crowd, “Papa…” Ji Yanqing turned. Ji An and Ji Le, barely reaching the adults’ thighs, were pushing their way through the crowded truck towards him. The cargo bay was large, but not large enough for over a hundred people and their seventy or eighty overstuffed backpacks. Everyone was crammed together, chest to back. “Papa…” Ji Le’s small face was streaked with tears. He had clearly been crying for a while, his eyes red and swollen. He continued to cry as he approached Ji Yanqing. Ji An, his usually clean face now smudged with dirt, had also been crying. He trailed behind Ji Le. “What’s wrong?” Seeing their distress, Ji Yanqing ignored his throbbing leg and ...

Chapter 45 He decided to let it go and let Ji Yanqing have the final say. Feng Yimo raised his long blade high. The edge shimmered with a faint, cold light, the blade itself not even half the length of the massive Corpse King’s arm lying on the ground. Yet, it was enough to make the Corpse King flinch. The moment the blade began its descent, the Corpse King scrambled to the side in a panicked roll. He had no regard for his dignity as a king; he tumbled all the way to the other side of the street, crashing heavily into a wall. Feng Yimo’s blade cut only air. “Ah!” A sharp, piercing shriek, filled with rage and sounding eerily like a banshee’s wail, echoed through the city. The Corpse King, whose head was grotesquely enlarged, was completely enraged. The glass in the surrounding buildings shattered from the force of his fury. He channeled the potent healing power unique to Corpse Kings. New flesh and bone sprouted visibly from the stumps of his severed legs. He would regenerate his leg...

Chapter 44 Talk If You Need To, But Why Are You Holding Ji Yanqing ’ s Hand? After giving his instructions and ensuring Feng Yimo absolutely wouldn’t leave without permission, Ji Yanqing finally closed his eyes. However, sleep didn’t come easily for the remainder of the night. He was plagued by the persistent feeling that Feng Yimo would vanish the moment he opened his eyes, the thought leaving a hollow ache in his chest. The following day, Ji Yanqing rose with the first hint of dawn. Without waking Ji An and Ji Le, he gathered Xia Shen Shu and the others, who had also woken early. They planned to scout the city again, hoping to understand the previous night’s events. Exiting through the bank’s back door, they heard voices carrying from afar—loud voices for this apocalyptic world, sounding like a heated argument. The noise originated from the area in front of the church. Exchanging glances, Ji Yanqing and the others hurried towards the commotion. Rounding the corner, they spot...