Chapter 83: Returning to the Show for Another Recording

Afterward, Ouyang Junyan said he was going to S University.

This time, Fang Zhiyin didn’t follow him; she thought he probably wanted to be alone.

Yet when he returned, it was the thirty-five-year-old Ouyang Junyan who appeared.

“When I just got back, I received a phone call,” Ouyang Junyan took out a contract and tossed it in front of Fang Zhiyin, “It was a director from a production team, inviting the two of us to appear on a show together.”

A show?

Again?

Fang Zhiyin was astonished. “Ouyang Junyan, you workaholic… do you want to accept?” She found it unbelievable.

“I want to participate. The show is about married life; they’ll invite celebrity couples as well as ordinary people.”

Eventually, the helicopter descended to the foot of a mountain, gradually lowering until it hovered ten meters above the ground. To the naked eye, beneath the helicopter lay a lush, vibrant jungle, so green and dazzling it felt unsettling.

In the chaos, before anyone called out, no one had thought of that at all! Thus, the ambulance didn’t arrive until twenty minutes after Guto’s bleeding left leg was discovered.

The Misty Cavern, amid groans, once again became isolated from the outside world. Yet in that brief gap, an extraordinary figure was erased from the realm.

Meanwhile, in the Dutch team, two key players, Davids and Van Bommel, were absent from the starting lineup. Several positions were rotated, and young players got rare opportunities to play, including Bastin’s favored disciple, Tolkien, who had waited for this day for a long time.

Wu Kai, hearing Director Chang’s words, smiled contentedly, saying, “Director Chang! It’s excellent that you have this idea. I believe you can withstand the test.” He then began discussing the agenda for today’s meeting.

The amulet Third Master held, according to the tomb raider, was likely connected to the insect curse. That undead insect curse was among the earliest of its kind, considered the saint of all curses, which is why the Black Miao’s bloodthirst could hold such esteemed status among the Miao people.

“I think it’s possible. When I lay quietly on the altar, I was always seized by nightmare-like terror. That feeling was more frightening than facing the hairy monster or the ice serpent; I wished I could leave the altar immediately and get as far away as possible,” Qiong Qiong confessed her feelings, and after she spoke, Xie Xingfang nodded in agreement.

Shen Yanbo remained silent, occasionally glancing at Bai Chi, who sat on the sofa, still somewhat ill at ease.

“Is something still missing?” Wei Feng couldn’t help but furrow his brow. After throwing over a dozen punches, this question surfaced in his mind.

Qianyang pushed back Xuan Yuan, keeping the long rope in his right hand, then swung it several times, smashing Xuan Yuan wildly across the mountain.

The crowd debated heatedly; despite much controversy, most had grown dissatisfied with the Lord of Golden Emperor Peak, so stripping him of his position won broad support.

After all, in the demon realm, no one would willingly accept a useless person with no talent whatsoever.

But having just taken down the Void Lord, the atmosphere among the crowd turned subtly tense.

“Ahem… it’s like this. This time my father sent me to negotiate business with the Immortal Dynasty. You know we usually idle about all day; fighting and extorting are fine, but talking business… that really puts us in a bind!” Netherwind said.

“Of course! But you have to acknowledge him as your elder brother first!” Yu Wude hooked his arm around his neck, his eyebrows dancing with excitement.

“Why?” The expressions on the six trainees’ faces ranged from anger and astonishment to relief and liberation, but at heart, they all wondered why they were being eliminated for no discernible reason.

Speaking of the technique of creating avatars, the art of dividing oneself into ten thousand is supreme. It was the divine method learned by the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong—one person becomes an army of ten thousand.

“Well then, it’s no harm telling you. Since Li Qing is dead, all past grudges are gone, and there’s no point obsessing over it anymore,” a hint of sorrow crossed Dongfang Xueqing’s face.

“Hey, where are you going?” Searching for Luo Shengming, Hai Fuchuan put down his binoculars when he saw Lu Fan sprinting to the other side of the city wall.