Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Mortal's Journey to Immortality: Kabanata 211 - Kabanata 220

During breakfast, Ning Tao read the local news. There was news about the five deaf girls missing, but there were many people commenting on the news that the five girls might have left school to do something because they were weary of studying. Some people said that deaf children were lonely and rebellious, and that the five perhaps had gone out together to have fun and would come back after a period of time. Until today, the police had not found any evidence of the crime, nor had it been classified as a criminal case. No wonder someone made a wild guess. After breakfast, Ning Tao took Bai Jing and Qing Zhui to temples. Yin Molan followed them on his motorcycle. His motorcycle could certainly carry people, but Bai Jing insisted on taking Ning Tao's electric bicycle instead of Yin Molan's motorcycle. On the road, Yin Molan couldn't help shaking his head and sighing as he looked at the crowded electric bicycle with three people in front of him. "Buddy, you'r

It was a natural cave with space about the size of a basketball court. The ground was treated and paved with stone bricks. Rocks and stalactites hang overhead. In the middle of the cave was a stone tower about 10 meters high, piled with strips of stone. The top was flat, but there was no statue or big jar on it. At the bottom of the stone tower, there was a stone ladder leading to the top. All the stones used were white marble, so the ladder was just like a road to heaven, which was made of white clouds. Dozens of girls knelt on futons on the ground. They wore white robes that were thin enough to show their backs and hips, but they seemed to have lost their sense of shame and didn't care. On either side of the girls stood a line of "security guards" in white uniforms, each standing upright and looking straight ahead, holding a bloody stick. It was like a procession of armed guards in the Church. With white uniforms and bloody sticks, they fo

Ning Tao got up from on top of Bai Jing and Qing Zhui. He was in a better state than Yin Molan, but his clothes were also tattered and torn, face bloodied. Qing Zhui and Bai Jing had also climbed up from the ground. With Ning Tao's protection, they were practically unscathed. "Brother Ning, are you OK?" Qing Zhui asked anxiously. Ning Tao shook his head. He did not say a word, only staring fixedly at the Soul-devouring Urn and Bai Sheng who was on top of it. The Soul-devouring Urn had devoured those innocent girls, and even including Bai Sheng's vassals. It had released him from the ropes bound to his hands and legs. Just after he had confirmed this situation and aiming his Mauser pistol at Bai Sheng, he immediately pulled the trigger. Bang! A gunshot was fired. A bullet flew in the direction of Bai Sheng. For a distance lesser than twenty to thirty meters, the time taken for the bullet to travel was

It had been raining continuously for a few days. The weather had turned chilly. Autumn had arrived. The time to pay for the clinic's rent was up. Before moving here from Garden Street in Shan City, the ledger of bamboo slips had indicated that the clinic's good-evil rent was 2,000 points and that the clinic would be upgraded. It seemed like the Sky Clinic had been upgraded every two months, or perhaps that rascal Chen Pingdao had driven it to the verge of shutting down. Therefore it desperately needed to be upgraded to a certain point, before it could stabilize. However, Ning Tao did not know what was the specific reason. Even though he was the owner of the Sky Clinic, his understanding of the Sky Clinic was relatively limited. He could only uncover them slowly. During the last time the Sky Clinic had upgraded, Ning Tao had attained the grade two elementary cultivation method, as well as pre-school punch skill. In two months' t

The archaeology team's campsite was within a valley. On both sides were mountains and the old-growth forest. A river ran through the mountains, rushing by the campsite with great force. The light from the setting sun had scattered across the valley. The slope facing the sun was bathed in gold, while the slope facing away was cast and obscured in darkness. Right beside a tent, the archaeology team's leader Ji Wengui and its main member Yang Chen were engaged in a discussion. Ma Tongtong and an older female specialist were washing wild vegetables by the river. They appeared to be preparing for dinner. "Man, I'm exhausted. Brother Ning, how are you not tired?" Jian Mi had indeed been tired after traveling for a whole day. Even before reaching the campsite, he had already seated himself on the grass patch while panting heavily. Ning Tao said, "I've practiced kungfu. This is nothing to me. How about I give you another massage, then