"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
Ning Tao had just arrived near the police tape and turned towards the direction of the voice, then a familiar face came into view. More than 50 years old, some crow's feet and grey hair. He had recognized her instantly. That woman was called Xu Xingrong, a lecturer of the forensics specialization. She used to teach him anatomy, and had helped him a fair bit. For her to appear there, Xu Xingrong was clearly involved with the case of the previous night. She was carrying a tool box, her eyes were red from either crying or a lack of sleep. She looked exhausted and downspirited. "Professor Xu, it has been a long time," Ning Tao greeted. Xu Xingrong said, "I heard that you did not intern at the university hospital. What happened?" Ning Tao forced a smile. "Some things are hard to explain, so forget it. Oh right, Professor Xu, are you here to assist with the police investigation at the crime scene? Are there any clues?"
Zhou Ying's body lay in the dissecting room. It was not a bed, but a movable table made of stainless steel. She was covered with a white sheet, and her pale feet were exposed. The soles of her feet were filled with rubbish and dirt, which had been stuck to the soles when the body was thrown onto the dust heap. Xu Xingrong was talking to a legal medical examiner from the police. "This is the sixth. Why did that guy kill such a young girl in such frenzy?" There was a suppressed anger and helplessness in the medical examiner's voice. Xu Xingrong gave a sigh. "I suspect that we cannot find any clue on Zhou Ying, like the first five victims. I wondered, who on earth could do that?" The medical examiner shook his head. "I don't know. My superiors put a lot of pressure on me after this happened. Please help to deal with it, Professor Xu. I've got to get back to deal with the things found in the scene. I'll contact you later."
Ning Tao was a little confused by the unexpected situation. There were only Xu Xingrong, him and Zhou Ying's body in the dissecting room. What did these policemen mean by coming in with guns and shouting orders not to move? He glanced at Xu Xingrong unconsciously. Xu Xingrong was still turning Zhou Ying's stomach with one hand, but this movement was frozen after the policeman shouted loudly. "Oh!" The policeman at the front suddenly felt a surge in his stomach. He turned quickly and put his hand over his mouth. The other officers wanted to turn around or close their eyes, but if they also did it, who would do the work? "Who's Ning Tao?" asked one of the policemen, trying to keep from vomiting. "I'm Ning Tao. What is it?" Ning Tao asked. Xu Xingrong had just come to her senses. "What is the matter with you? What are you doing here? Non..." Before she could finish her word, "nonsense," the armed police