On the cliff, a huge group of Shennongjia wild men were standing in a line, watching Ning Tao as he fell into the pitch black pit. That image was like a group of confused and oblivious onlookers watching on with rocks and wooden clubs held in their hands.
"Roar, roar, roar..." That Shennongjia wild man which had sent Ning Tao flying with a kick, was waving its arms around, and seemed to be muttering some word. However, probably no one else in the whole world would understand what it was saying, except for themselves.
"Hahaha!"
"Hohoho!"
"Yoho... yoyo!"
There was a surge of laughter and a song-like style of yelling. It seemed like they were amused by that hero of theirs. Meanwhile, Ning Tao was disappearing into the pitch black darkness.
Everybody had probably dreamed of flying, but once you were actually flying, it definitely did not feel good.
Wind was howling by his ears. Gravity was
Bypassing the stone building which had been split apart, then making a turn, to where a relatively small main square was. A network of scary cracks covered the main square. The surrounding buildings were crooked and slanted. Some of them had even completely collapsed. There was originally a building in the middle of the main square, but all it was left was a pile of debris. For a structure to have been built in the center, it was most probably a statue or an altar. Unfortunately, only a pile of rubble remained; Ning Tao could not reconstruct in his head how it could have looked. The ripples of the ink in the Soil-seeking Inkstone surged towards a graduation. Ning Tao continued heading in the direction which the Soil-seeking Inkstone was leading him. He passed through the main square filled with frightening cracks, then entering a different street. The damage of the street was even more serious; there were not only signs of the ground having been split by
It was that red-clothed lady again. Her name was unknown; her background and origin were all unknown. She was a complete mystery. Yet it was that woman's mystery who had always been appearing whenever Ning Tao entered the state of allergic response to the Ancestor-seeking Elixir, watching him, in silence. She was clearly not a part of the Feminine-moon people, and had no reason to be there. Yet, she had still ended up there anyway. Standing in between the two rows of the Feminine-moon warriors, her aura was outstanding; her outfit was a brilliant fiery red. She and the image of the Feminine-moon people in the past had overlapped with each other, yet it did not appear incongruent. In fact, no matter where she appeared, she would exude a certain "artistic" vibe, making one fall deep in thought, to be left enamored. "Who exactly are you? What do you wish to tell me?" Ning Tao could not help but try speaking to her, even though he
"Ah! Here's your Master Zhang!" The sound suddenly burst through Ning Tao's spiritual window, as loud as thunder, making Ning Tao's scalp numb! Who was Master Zhang? And... What kind of message was this? All of a sudden, another message flooded into his spiritual window. "Run... run! He's coming, he's coming..." Ning Tao was surprised at the sound in his mind. It was not in any language he knew, and there were fear and despair in the voice. Then more massage flooded into his spiritual window. "Popsicles! Popsicles! One mao each..." "Now do the first radio calisthenics, stretching..." "Dalang, get up and take medicine..." "Japanese pirates! Japanese pirates are coming! Notify the government!" "Its torrent dashes down three thousand feet from high; As if the Silver River fell from the azure sky..."
Late in the afternoon, rumbling sounds came from the side of the canyon. A civilian helicopter then appeared over the canyon and circled the camp for about two minutes before descending. At last it landed on a bench land. Ji Wengui went up with the rest of the archaeology team. The only "outsiders", Ning Tao and Jian Mi, left in the camp. "Brother Ning, there's something I don't know if I should say," Jian Mi hesitated. Ning Tao smiled and said, "You can tell if you want to. Don't hesitate." Jian Mi said, "I think they went a little overboard. If we hadn't met you, we'd probably be dead in that miasma. You just offered to join them, but they turned you down. They won't show you any kindness, let alone repay you for saving your life." Ning Tao said, "That's what you wanted to say. Never mention it again." Jian Mi was surprised and asked, "Why?" "I'm a doctor, and it's my job to heal peop
It was already dark, and a bonfire had been lit in the archaeological camp, which stood out like a lighthouse in the dark valley. The helicopter didn't leave. The pilot set up two tents next to the helicopter, one of his own and the other apparently made for Tu Wenjin and Tang Zixian. The supplies brought by the helicopter had been transferred to the archaeological camp, where Tu Wenjin and Tang Zixian remained. A simple bonfire party was going on there. Ji Wengui recited a poem—Zhuge Liang's "Northern Expedition Memorial". He read so eloquently that the audience even suspected that he had been possessed by Zhuge Liang. After reading the prose, Ji Wengui said, "Mr. Tu, please call the pilot. There's no wine, but there's tea. He brought us supplies. We should toast him and show our gratitude." "That's not necessary. That's his job," Tu Wenjin said. "No, no, I will ask him myself. If he's worried about the helicopte
Inside the Sky Clinic, the seven-star lamp was illuminating. Black and white aura surrounded the good-evil tripod. The face on the tripod had its eyes closed, too unbothered to even look at Ning Tao. Such was the everyday situation at the Sky Clinic. Ning Tao had long been used to it to the point of indifference. On the table was the piece of cloudy ore which he had taken from the Feminine-moon City. In order to prevent wastage, Ning Tao had even specially placed a piece of white paper beneath it to prevent the powder of the ore from falling to the ground. "Should I refine it using the delicate perfumed tripod, or cultivate something with it?" Ning Tao was conflicted over that issue for about ten minutes. He did not know what he could get out of refining it in the delicate perfumed tripod. If he were to cultivate an item out of it, he could make a scalpel, since he needed one. However, the cloudy ore was extremely rare; he did
Actually, regardless of the Feminine-moon people civilization, Tang Zixian's identity or any major conspiracy, none of them were more important than the issue of the clinic's treatment fee. There was no upgrade that month and the clinic's rent remained at 2000 points of good-evil treatment fee. Still, the ledger made of bamboo slips indicated that he was only left with 1321 points, so he still needed more than 600. Then, instead of going to the forest to watch over Tang Zixian, Tu Wenjin and the archaeology team at the cost of enduring mosquito bites and boredom, he would rather return home and earn some good-evil treatment fees. He believed that apart from the Feminine-moon's city and the cloudy ore, he was also Tang Zixian's target. Thus, she would sooner or later reach out to him. Then why should he be in a rush? The Sky Clinic's convenient door opened through the stone wall. Ning Tao and the God's Will electric bicycle appeared inside Qing Zhui's cave residence.
The license for the Shenzhou Charity Company was attained. Bai Jing, Qing Zhui and Yin Molan were shareholders, in which Qing Zhui and Bai Jing possessed a greater proportion of shares. Bai Jing had 50% of the shares, Qing Zhui had 40% while Yin Molan only had 10%. Ning Tao was not included. Even though he had provided the start-up capital, he did not hold a single share. Such a distribution was not his idea. It was unlikely to be Qing Zhui's idea, but Bai Jing's. Ning Tao could also not bother to get involved with it. Bai Jing would be put entirely in charge of the Shenzhou Charity Company. Thus, allocating 50% of the shares to her was a necessary measure, so that she could have a better control of the company. Hu Jilu was indeed ill. His face was swollen, dark circles were under his eyes, his skin pale and lackluster to the extent of looking quite sickly. After exchanging a few words casually, Ning Tao activated his power of sight and smell to make a di