Wu Siliu

You won't understand it before you want to understand it.
After living with the old cripple for eighteen years, Shu Guan discovered that cultivation was actually a simple matter.
On the azure sea, a massive fleet of steel ships sailed against the wind and waves. Beneath the deep sea, a giant dragon opened its golden eyes and coldly looked up. 
Fighter jets roared, cutting through the clouds. Ahead, a large wing descended from the clouds, and a crane cried out in the vast sky. 
On the battlefield, artillery fire filled the sky, bullets flew, and amidst it all, sword energy could be faintly heard. 
This is a world where technology has risen, yet myths have not dissipated. 
The path to immortality has been severed, leaving only a solitary figure walking alone.

I Came From The Xanadu

When Pang Daokun walked into the office, he joked with the two young colleagues inside, and their laughter could be clearly heard by people in the adjacent offices.


No one expected that half an hour later, Pang Daokun would have killed both young colleagues.


Half an hour later, other colleagues who rushed into the office after hearing the screams found the two young teachers lying in a pool of blood, while Pang Daokun was crouching in the corner, holding a bloody knife in his hand, his face pale.


It is said that the scene inside the office was too gruesome to describe, and those who had entered the office seemed to be unable to eat anything even now.


Qian Jingan finished his narration and sighed:


"I consider myself an old friend of Old Pang. If he weren't caught at the scene and I heard he confessed to the crime, I really wouldn't believe he would kill anyone, let alone his colleagues."


After listening, Shu Guan also felt it was strange.


Chapter 30: Meeting an Old Friend in a Foreign Land_2