The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse Chapter 893 - 893 718 Significant News

Chapter 893: Chapter 718, Significant News Chapter 893: Chapter 718, Significant News Beneath the dim light, Wu Heng gazed at the exaggerated bust, sowhat srized.

External armor and corset concealed its scale.

“What are you doing!” Xi Ligui clasped her chest with both hands.

“Truly beautiful.” Wu Heng continued to gently kiss her lips, moving down from her lips to her neck, bit by bit.

Wu Heng gently took the tip in his mouth, and Xi Ligui let out a series of soft moans, her body becoming increasingly heated.

Holding his hair, she whispered softly, “Wu Heng, is this okay?”

Wu Heng lifted his head to look into her eyes, “Xi Ligui.”

“Ah!”

“Say you love .”

“What kind of request is that?” Xi Ligui blushed but still whispered softly, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Wu Heng continued downward to her abdon. Xi Ligui held his cheeks, “It’s not okay below, isn’t the top enough?”

Seeing her serious, Wu Heng didn’t insist.

He kissed her red lips again, kneading the weighty object before him.

…

The night was deep.

Xi Ligui carefully returned ho, and the mont she turned on the light, she saw Shi Yali sitting on the sofa waiting for her.

“Cough! Why haven’t you slept yet?” Xi Ligui asked first.

Shi Yali glanced at her, “You took him to Netalee City? Gone for so long.”

“I went back to the guild’s study room to deal with so docunts; he went back early.” Xi Ligui straightened her chest a bit.

To make her words sound more credible.

Shi Yali stood up, walked around her, then pinched Xi Ligui’s chin and looked left and right at the clear red marks on her neck.

“It’s all over your neck, what are you going to do if the others from the guild see it tomorrow?” Shi Yali said.

No need to say more now.

One’s sister has been taken by the other, judging by the position of the kiss marks, the armor and the shirt weren’t on at the ti.

Xi Ligui touched her neck, feigning calm as she said, “It’ll be fine by tomorrow morning, I’m going to take a shower, you should sleep first.”

With that, she headed to the bathroom.

Inside the bathroom.

Xi Ligui sat in a tub, slowly sighing with relief, touching the marks on her neck before she pulled out an elixir and drank it down.

Such marks would vanish by morning without a need for worry.

But thinking back on the just-past scenes, her cheeks imdiately flushed red.

Creak~!

The bathroom door opened.

Shi Yali, with a towel wrapped around her, walked in.

Xi Ligui spoke impatiently, “You just have to bathe when I do.”

“What’s wrong with that, we used to bathe together as kids.” Shi Yali entered the tub, sitting behind Xi Ligui.

Gently pulling Xi Ligui into her embrace, she said, “Ti flies so fast, you’ve grown up, and you have soone you like.”

“We were born together, rember?” Xi Ligui murmured, then said, “Humans have short lives, I don’t know what will happen in the future? What if he…”

Shi Yali wrapped her arms around her sister, whispering, “He’s already very powerful, reaching level 18 before turning 50, his life span increased, maybe he really can beco a hero, and we all might benefit from it.”

Xi Ligui muttered, “You trust him too much, heroes need fa, the guild has so many people in line for publicity, it’s not his turn.”

“There’s still hope, hasn’t he already brought us miracles? I’d believe it if you said he’ll beco a hero tomorrow,” Shi Yali spoke with a laugh.

“You’re getting weirder.”

Shi Yali laughed, hugging her sister, grasping the heavy object on her chest, “Is this what he likes most about you? I hear n like such things.”

Xi Ligui was startled, clutching her chest, “What nonsense!”

“Tell your sister, you used to tell everything as a kid.”

Xi Ligui, a bit shy, still whispered, “He seems to quite like it.”

“How so?”

“He was ‘eating’ for a long ti.”

…

The fresh air of the early morning was filled with a faint mist.

The inhabitants of the island rose early to start their busy day.

Among the crowd, newspaper boys rode their bicycles on the streets, with green parcels hanging on the bike seats, filled with newspapers.

The newspaper boy stood at a fixed intersection, lifting the newspapers in hand, bellowing loudly.

“Newspapers for sale, the latest edition, Gold and Silver Island plans to provide electric lighting to residents, short stories, missing case of Netalee City Deacon,…, limited quantity, co and buy!”

“Quantities limited, first co first served…”

The cry arose, instantly silencing the already bustling street.

Everyone turned to look in unison, their eyes revealing surprise and skepticism.

“Electric lights? Are those the street lamps we use at night?”

“Such devices are intended for common use? The Island Master must have lost his mind.”

“So, sothing did happen in the case in Netalee City; this is providing material for Island Lord Wu Heng.”

“Has the Island Master returned? Why is there such a barrage of big news?”

If it had been an ordinary newspaper, people would rely find serial stories a bit more interesting.

But this ti, evidently, there was more than one piece of significant news.

In an instant, the surrounding crowd drew in closer.

The news spread across the island, and more and more people gathered around the place where newspapers were sold, scrambling to buy the first issue.

…

Golden Sail Tavern.

Over the past half month, the tavern’s popularity had begun to wane.

The residents’ enthusiasm was not as great as it was at first, partly due to the nurous street perforrs performing for free under the street lights.

Although these perforrs were not of a high level, and perhaps not as good at storytelling as the tavern bards,

the key point was that it didn’t interfere with the dayti and it was all for free.

Now, the tavern only saw an increase of custors during the most crucial monts of the serialized story, as they waited to find out who the real culprit was.

The resident bard had reduced the storytelling sessions to just three tis per day.

Those who wanted to hear the story would co at the designated tis.

Outside of those hours, it was just normal business.

One morning,

while the bartenders were cleaning the tavern, a sudden noise erupted from outside the door.

Soone opened the door to look and saw a large crowd surging this way.

Excitent could be seen on their faces as they talked among themselves.

“Boss, it’s trouble, there’s a crowd coming up,” one bartender turned to shout.

The owner rushed downstairs, took a look outside,

and quickly went out, standing at the entrance to ask, “What’s going on, everyone?”

“The new issue of the newspaper is out, don’t you know, boss?”

The owner nodded, “It is indeed ti for the newspaper to be released, but did it warrant such a response?”

One person explained, “This edition’s story is ‘The Disappearance Case of the Netalee City Deacon.’ Co on, let the Bard tell the story.”

With that, they pushed past the owner.

With a whoosh, they flooded into the tavern, filling all the empty seats.

A bartender quickly hung up a ‘Full House’ sign at the door.

The owner shouted, “Go get Mr. Saban.”

…

Not long after,

the Bard Saban walked in from outside, dressed in brocade garnts, his face beaming.

He greeted everyone with a nod, “Good morning, everyone.”

“With today’s new newspaper out, Mr. Saban, please tell us all about it!”

“Yes, we know you’re focused on stage plays, but we can’t delay this; we love to hear you talk.”

“Mr. Saban, please start!”

Saban, smiling, listened to the clamor of the crowd, knowing well that upon his arrival on the island, he could never have imagined this kind of enthusiasm.

He made his way to the stage, signaling for silence.

Then he began, “Today’s edition is from the Island Lord’s Mansion, I’ve also taken the initiative to read it all through. Among them, ‘The Disappearance Case of the Netalee City Deacon’ is particularly mysterious. It even includes an account of our rescue squad being encircled by tens of thousands of soldiers, nearly resulting in their complete obliteration, a tale of extre tension and thrills.”

He paused for a mont, emphasizing every word, “This is no re story, but actual, factual events that occurred.”

A wave of noise rose from below.

“Wow, dammit, just tell us, I’m dying of anticipation.”

“The stories of Lord Island Master are always true; you’re wrong to say otherwise.”

“We’re here to listen to the story, get on with it!”

Saban slapped his palm on the table with a smack.

Instantly, the crowd fell silent.

Saban continued, “Traditional rules first, we talk about the intelligence, and then I’ll tell you the story…”

“Ah, damn it!”