The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 959 - 448: Good Night, Peak City_3

It was because of the Bai Ze Clan’s confidence that they were able to sneak around undetected in the chaos.

In the cold storage, eerie iron coffins were lined up, and refugees lay forlornly inside, closing their eyes.

The White-robed People pulled out daggers, chanting ancient spells as they plunged the daggers into their hearts.

No blood flowed out, only dark, bizarre talismans gushed forth, covering their whole bodies.

Gu Jianlin took a deep breath, assumed a hopeless demeanor, and lay in the coffin, allowing a White-robed Person to indifferently put away a bell, chant an ancient spell, and lean over to thrust the dagger into his chest.

Click.

A ridiculous scene unfolded; the dagger turned out to be retractable.

By the faint light, Gu Jianlin saw the person’s face clearly.

It was a young, delicate girl with a flawless jade-like face that showed no emotion, but at the moment she leaned over, she winked at him, her cold eyes suddenly coming to life.

Just like a sculpture that had been dormant for a thousand years suddenly awakening.

Tang Yun.

The cousin of Thunder, she had once been asked for help on an airship.

Gu Jianlin didn’t expect Tang Yun to appear here, and at such a critical moment, give them a helping hand.

Tang Yun turned without expression and helped pull the coffin lid over him.

With a rumbling sound, darkness descended.

Gu Jianlin quietly listened to the sounds in the darkness, until hearing the iron coffin on the right also slam shut.

A faint tapping sound came from the coffin opposite.

It was Moon Princess’s signal.

Good, they had successfully smuggled.

Bang.

At this moment, the iron coffin on the left also slammed shut.

Gu Jianlin closed his eyes; if that guy was really whom he suspected, then everything should be fine.

He closed his eyes to conserve his energy.

Goodnight, Peak City.

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The van traveled on the highway, the sound of breathing even in the dark compartment.

Tang Ling raised her fierce eyes, the brilliant gold illuminating the expressionless faces of her comrades.

Here you had to admire Ying Changsheng’s handiwork, silently placing them all in one compartment.

"Is everything okay on the other side?"

Tang Ling asked softly, "Do you need us to provide support?"

A shadow floated out like a ghost as a familiar cold, hard voice explained, "No need, this time my target is the former President’s private secretary, Hua An. Once my ceremony for ascending to the Sixth Rank is complete, there will be no match for me in Peak City. Even at the Holy Land Level, it’s not so impressive."

It was a projection of Gu Jianlin, holding a blood-red ghost knife.

Old Master Si raised his head, lightly breaking the chains around his hands, and sinisterly said, "Then shall we make a move?"

Mu Feng raised his right hand, the gesture changing from three to two, then to one.

Lin Lan, carrying his sleeping sister, drew his blade with a cold smile.

Bam!

Lu Qingqing pulled out her twin guns, firing madly, blasting open the van’s iron door.

Cheng Youyu immediately jumped out, laughing arrogantly, "Grandchildren, grandpa’s here!"

The barrier of Holy Light suddenly spread, illuminating Nie Xiangsi’s charming face.

Nightmare raised a hand to his forehead, suddenly disrupting the driver’s thoughts, forcing him to stop the car violently.

"Winner winner, chicken dinner."

Lord Meng shouted, "Brothers, give them hell!"

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In the Deep Space Technology Building, Hua An sat silently on a conference room chair, holding a cup of hot coffee in his hands.

The projection screen reflected the image of an old man with a stern, furious face.

"Bai Mu is dead?"

Platinum said incredulously, "How did he die?"