Ning Tao waited longingly for an answer, but the sick woman pulled her husband aside and muttered something.
"Do you think that young man is a liar?" the woman asked with an anxious look on her face.
The man cast a furtive glance at Ning Tao, who was standing nearby waiting, and answered in a hushed voice, "Hush, keep it down, or he will hear you."
"Oh," said the woman.
"I don't think he's a liar," the man stated. "We don't have any money. What can he get from us? I think he looks like a fool..."
In fact, Ning Tao heard the conversation between the couple, but when he heard the man say he was like a "fool", he did not feel uncomfortable in his heart. He just smiled and accepted it.
There were still many poor people like this couple in this country. They had no skills, no connection to help them find a job to support their families, and still lived on the farm. For people who were healthy, their lives
When he returned to the clinic, Ning Tao brought back a bottle of ink. Different from the situation when Liu Shufen came to the clinic, when Ning Tao entered the clinic, the black and white energy of good and evil rose from the good-evil tripod, and the face on the tripod was "closing its eyes to rest", as if it didn't want to talk to Ning Tao. But Ning Tao got used to it. He put down the ink, and then opened the ledger of bamboo slips to see the balance of rent. The balance shown on the ledger was 124 points of good-evil rent, which was 76 points of last month's balance plus 48 points just earned from Liu Shufen. The 49 points he earned from Lin Qinghua were not included in the rent because he could not make Lin Qinghua "destroy the demon root himself", but he had known in advance that it would be a losing proposition, so he did not take it seriously. This month, the good-evil rent was 300 points, and the balance was 124 points. Ning Tao's
The botanical garden was covered in darkness, and the trees and buildings visible to the naked eye were only lumps of hazy shadows. The night wind blew through the tops of the trees, making thousands of branches rustle. It sounded as if someone was crying in the dark. Jiang Hao and Ning Tao snuck off the curb to the botanical garden gate. There was supposed to be guards at the gate, but there was nobody at the moment. The loss of cell phone signal, the blacked out botanical garden, and the absence of guards at the gate all indicated that something was wrong. Ning Tao suddenly remembered something and asked, "Who else is there in the botanical garden besides the guards? Or something important?" Jiang Hao was silent for a moment before she answered, "Lin Qinghua's in there. Liang Keming and his team of experts will be flying to Shan City tomorrow to restart the project of ancestor seeking. Liang Keming has ordered t
Shoop! Shoop! Shoop... Bullets came with the sound of tearing air and the searing heat, like a burning web trapping Ning Tao and Jiang Hao in the middle. There was a sniper on roof and militants on the ground closing in on them. The existential crisis easily trumped all distractions. Ning Tao took a deep breath, popped his hand out, and pulled the trigger. Bang! A bullet flew from the muzzle, and one of the militants fell to the ground, clutching his neck. Blood poured about a meter into the air from between his fingers. Apparently, he was struck in the carotid artery by the bullet. Ning Tao was going to shoot him in the chest, but at the moment he shot him, he got nervous and forgot Jiang Hao had told him to control the recoil. As a result, the muzzle went up a bit. Today, however, seemed to be his lucky day–not only had he repaired his inkstone, but he had also hit his target when he made a mistake.
Through the passageway behind the door, Ning Tao and Jiang Hao arrived at the large experimental zone. The large experimental zone was also quiet, with no people, only experimental equipment, computers and quietly glowing lights. At the end of the large experimental zone was Lin Qinghua's office. The door was closed so they couldn't see what was going on inside. But Ning Tao had actually gotten the information he wanted from the smell left in the air— the militant who had just escaped from the battlefield into the lab had entered Lin Qinghua's office. Disappointingly, the door to the office was so sealed that he couldn't get information about the office by his skill of smelling. Suddenly, a special smell entered Ning Tao's nose. He immediately got tense. He grabbed Jiang Hao's hand and pulled her back. "What are you doing?" Jiang Hao asked nervously. "What's the matter?" Ning Tao dropped his voice and replied, "Th
The eight special police were indeed killed, their bodies hidden in a storage room. They were all young. Eight lives were gone, never to return. Ning Tao made a deep bow to the bodies of the eight special police, then closed the door and went back to the large experimental zone. The communications jamming devices in the large experimental zone had been turned off and the bomb had been removed. Jiang Hao's speed surprised Ning Tao and made him more aware of her secret as a secret agent. Every agent was an all-purpose soldier, capable of both skydiving and sea diving. Ning Tao thought Jiang Hao was probably one of those all-powerful soldiers. Jiang Hao set aside the wire cutters and completely relaxed from the strain. She said to Ning Tao, "If we had failed and that guy had pressed the trigger button, this lab would have been blown up." Ning Tao was still traumatized from the near-death experience. "Then why did you defuse the bo
Four days later, a big truck was parked on the side of the road in front of Sunshine Orphanage. Temporary porters hired from the downtown brought the truck's contents to the orphanage, including children's clothing, shoes, furniture, supplies and books. Ning Tao bought the truckload of things for the children in the orphanage with money he earned. He also bought presents for Su Ya and Ge Ming. Su Ya's gift was a red, compact electric vehicle. Ge Ming was given a Chang'an which cost more than 50,000 yuan. His Wuling Sunshine, which he had bought for 5,000 yuan, could really be torn down and sold for scrap metal. This new car was a good substitute for that one. After subtracting the money for medicine, Ning Tao still had more than 3,000,000 yuan left from his practice in Beidu. He had thought about buying Ge Ming a nice car worth ten or two hundred thousand yuan, but he gave up the idea because he didn't have much m
After a half-hour's trek, a village at the end of the trail came into view. There were 50 or 60 houses in the village, mostly old bark-roofed, with one or two blue-tiled ones, which were much worse than the dwellings beyond the mountains. There were no lights in the whole village. Ning Tao and Lin Qinghua didn't know if the villagers in the mountains cut the lights and went to bed early to save electricity, or if there was no electricity at all. The moon on the 15th day of the lunar month was both large and bright, and its cool moonlight hung over the village like mist. Ning Tao watched the village closely with his skill of looking, but he didn't see anything wrong. It appeared just a normal village. However, he felt something hidden in the hazy moonlight and looked at him and Lin Qinghua with cold eyes. "What's wrong, boss?" Lin Qinghua asked, sounding nervous. Ning Tao shook his head and replied, "Nothing. Let's go and see. F
Ning Tao turned around and asked, "Senior Yin, what do you mean?" Yin Molan snorted. "What do you think this place is? Do you think you can come and go as you like?" "What do you want?" Questioned Ning Tao coldly. "Is it proper for you to leave when you know so many of my secrets?" Yin Molan said darkly. Lin Qinghua was nervous and scared, and changed another face all of a sudden. It was Emperor Xuanzong of Tang's face, which was his most familiar face. The face carried the regal majesty, but Lin Qinghua's performance had nothing to do with an emperor. He ducked behind Ning Tao, raised his hand to Yin Molan, and said, "Do you know who my master is? How dare you threaten my master like this? Do you want to die?" In his eyes, Ning Tao was almost the spokesman of the ways of Heaven, and was definitely more powerful than Yin Molan. What he didn't know was that a little over a month ago his "master" made a living by st