A faint white glimmered in the east. The magnificent and lofty Florence Cathedral was still cloaked in darkness. There were no pedestrians on its ancient streets, let alone any open taverns.
On the uppermost story of Giotto's Campanile, there was an eastern couple standing abreast before the window, watching the dusky Florentine scene.
"Didn't you say you would take me to a tavern for beer?" Jiang Hao broke the silence between them.
Ning Tao sounded quite embarrassed. "I'm sorry. I was so elated that I forgot the time difference."
Jiang Hao said no more. She shifted her eyes to outside the window. Although everything was dark and unlit, she still enjoyed the view. She had never visited Florence before, so everything here seemed especially attractive to her.
Some time passed. There was a young couple coming from the other end of the street. They halted before the gate of Florence Cathedral. The young man suddenly k
Jia Yinhong had really came to visit, and it was on the day after Jiang Hao had consumed the deficient Ancestor-seeking Elixir. "Doctor Ning, where's our lab?" Jia Yinhong's tone was excited and also very polite. "I can't wait to start work under your leadership." Ning Tao, who was sitting in a traditional wooden armchair, sipped on the tea brewed by Qing Zhui and said slowly, "I'm just a doctor of a clinic, how would I have a lab? Go back and apply for one from Zhang Zeshan. Let's see if they could grant our project team a plot of land in the suburbs. It doesn't have to be too big. Just big enough for a lab is good enough. Also, do request a batch of experiment equipment, and also funds. We will need to apply for funds too. Let's just ask for five million for the current phase now." The smile on Jia Yinhong stiffened instantly. "Um... The funds and equipment shouldn't be a problem, but as for the plot of land..." Ning Tao put
Saving one's life is greater than undying devotion to Buddha. As the inborn go-between of good and evil, how could Ning Tao not go check on someone who was trying to jump off a building? Ning Tao left the courtyard house and saw people running toward a condominium. A middle-aged woman exclaimed as she ran, "Someone's jumping off the building! Someone's jumping off the building!" Ning Tao furrowed his brows slightly. Middle-aged people would be easily frustrated by young people not giving up their seats on public transport. Vile words being exchanged was usually the least they would do, and sometimes, they could even escalate it to physical fights. He was confused by this auntie running like a marathon athlete despite her large, chubby size. Did she really have to get so excited about someone jumping off the building? Qing Zhui had also run out of the courtyard and looked curiously at the crowd running over to that condominium. She was stunne
The girl's father charged out from the building and ran to his daughter deliriously, but was stopped by the firemen. He fell lifelessly to the ground and wailed out loud like a child. "Isn't it embarrassing to cry like this as a man? He still has the guts to cry after raising his daughter like this?" the auntie ridiculed him. As she was talking, she reached over to scratch her leg. A patch of black spot had already formed on her short, fat thigh. "Have you been stung by an insect?" someone said to her. "Aiyo, let's go, staying here is so ominous. My kid is getting off school now." That auntie turned around to leave but she could no longer walk properly as she limped step by step. Her leg would feel increasingly painful, then finally rot away. If she wanted to survive, she would have to amputate her leg, but if she had second thoughts and did not want to amputate it, then she would die. But nobody would tell her what to do, just
Dusk arrived as lights were turned on in every home. Countless vehicles made up long, glittering belts on the roads. The city was as resplendent as the Milky Way In the roast duck shop at Crystal Square, three men were having roast duck and liquor. The liquor was premium Kweichow Moutai. They had opened two bottles. Although Lan Yong felt the ache, he still had to brace himself and pay the bill. This was because he was treating Principal Chen and Mr. Wang, who was in charge of the school personnel. "Principal Chen, let me pour you a glass." Lan Yong was holding the liquor bottle in his hands, his face wearing an obsequious smile. He poured the liquor carefully for Principal Chen, and then for Mr. Wang. Principal Chen was wearing a smile. "What fine liquor this is." "Mr. Wang, let me make you a duck roll. Duck meat can help digest excessive food." Lan Yong took a wheat wrapper and rolled up some duck meat, cucumber
His consciousness returned and Lan Yong slowly opened his eyes. Light entered his sight. He found himself under a dilapidated roof with wooden beams and green tiles. The building seemed extremely old and he could not tell its age. In that instant, a sharp pain assaulted him, affecting his every nerve. He nearly fainted from the pain again. He inhaled two deep breaths and steadied himself. He wanted to clamber up, but the moment he moved his arms, a sharp pain assailed him. Something seemed to have pierced through his arm. He strenuously raised his neck a little, and discovered to his horror that his shoulder had been pierced through by his humerus. The white bone seemed like a spare rib where meat had been eaten! Then, he saw a large tripod cast out of green copper. It was giving off plumes of green fumes. There was a human face on the tripod, scowling angrily at him. For some strange reason, he felt terrified. He recalled what had happened
North of the Panjiayuan Market was an extending road. There were rows of courtyard houses on its two sides, all elegantly classical. Everyone who resided in this vicinity was either rich or a grandee. An electric motorbike drove in from the other end of the road. It halted before the gate of a courtyard house. This courtyard house was large and lofty. Stone lions guarded the mansion by both sides of the gate. Above its crimson-lacquered door was a copper board overlaid with gold, bearing the inscription, "Blessed Abode Bestowed by Heaven." This was the house of Liu Jinyin, as mentioned by Zeng Xunlong. "Well, we have arrived," Ning Tao said. Only now did Qing Zhui release her hands clasping Ning Tao's waist. She dismounted the back seat of God's Will. Ning Tao parked his electric motorbike, God's Will. He came to the door, grasped the bronze door knocker, and started to knock. No one re
Every old Beidu native knew where "Heaven on Earth" was. During the Qing Dynasty, it was a high-end brothel. All its courtesans were dainty and charming, well versed in the arts of zither playing, Go, calligraphy and painting. The nobility of the Manchu dynasty, as well as the officials and squires, would fritter their time away in the brothel. Gradually, this place became a symbol of wealth and status. This place was now a club teahouse, but only those with wealth and status could frequent this place for tea and business. Ordinary folks could not visit this teahouse at all, since it was only open to its members. Even its lowest membership cost ¥500,000 a year. Premium members must pay at least ¥1 million annually. Common workers or businessmen engaged in small businesses could not afford the membership dues at all. "Heaven on Earth" was situated next to the imperial gardens. Its edifices were all ancient. Ignorant people might mistake it at a glance for
Of the two familiar faces, one was Tang Zixian and the other, Master Fakong. Tang Zixian was as pretty as ever, although she did not use the Yingu Soul-suppressing Talisman. She appeared just like she had always looked. Tang Zixian shifted her eyes and stared straight at Ning Tao, as well as Qing Zhui, whose arm was in Ning Tao's, Their eyes met and their expressions were both rather strange. Master Fakong instantly furrowed his brows, chanting Buddha's name. He had advised Ning Tao to break off with this snake demon, and yet here she was, her arm in Ning Tao's! Although he was the disciple of Fahai, this staunchly principled monk had only frowned. Had he subdued her on the spot, everyone would consider it his rightful duty. Ning Tao and Tang Zixian exchanged glances. Then, Ning Tao shifted his eyes away, surveying the hall rapidly. There were dozens of people in the hall—warriors, demons and practit