The Real Reason for the Living Sacrifice

Aoko Aozaki's group had gone through all the priestly records of Chichén Itzá. Aside from "the sun once vanished six million years ago," the rest were trivial matters and offered no help in their search for ORT.

"In that case, we'd better go to the Mezdititlan Observatory to look up the relevant records," Aoko said. "So no matter what, we have to challenge the Third Underworld."

"A reasonable decision, but I also—

"You old fox, what tricks are you trying to pull now? This is the bottom-line price. It absolutely cannot be changed!" Moguzi said angrily.

Li Ying's eyes lit up as she listened. She knew Shen Yang's abilities; as long as he performed normally, an Olympic gold medal was guaranteed. If the odds were one to nineteen, they would definitely make a substantial profit.

Fortunately, far fewer people were going up and down the stone steps today than yesterday, and the two of them were not as exhausted as they had been the day before.

Everyone was astonished. They had thought the thirty-year age gap between Wu Huaguo and her husband was already the limit. Who would have expected Gu Lingling and Tu Tanlang to be thirty-two years apart?

Almost everyone shouted in unison. Liu Ji looked at Lin Chu with pity, only to discover that this guy had incredibly thick skin. He actually nodded in agreement and shouted for Wu Qiqi along with them.

Even as he was injured, the middle-aged man noticed that the ninja force of more than two hundred men on his side was already collapsing. This was far beyond what he had anticipated.

At that moment, a hunched, stoop-backed man appeared behind the counter, slicking back his greasy hair with one hand.

The two burst into tears when they met and embraced each other.