Chapter 802: One Hundred and Forty-Seven: Delivering Meals (Taking Two Days Off for an Injection!)

One Hundred and Forty-Seven: Delivering Meals (Taking Two Days Off for an Injection!)

Behind the wooden gate, darkness lay still and silent.

Ouyang Rong paused for three breaths before the wooden gate, then stepped forward boldly into it.

His first two steps were normal; on the third, he felt his foot land on a step, and after a few more steps, still steps.

Only then did he realize this initial path was a small staircase.

But it did not lead downward.

The steps went upward.

Ouyang Rong’s face showed a flicker of surprise as he halted on one step.

Behind the wooden gate, darkness lay still and silent.

Ouyang Rong paused for three breaths before the wooden gate, then stepped forward boldly into it.

His first two steps were normal; on the third, he felt his foot land on a step, and after a few more steps, still steps.

Only then did he realize this initial path was a small staircase.

But it did not lead downward.

The steps went upward.

Ouyang Rong’s face showed a flicker of surprise as he halted on one step.

At this point, the place was packed with people; countless citizens stared intently at the massive virtual projection screens on the square.

The problem was, in his eyes, the opponent’s movements were slow and unprofessional, yet Hua Benzhong simply couldn’t dodge them.

Thus, Zhou Yi’s action could only temporarily drive them off; after a while, those soulless fire ghosts would blindly attack him again.

He only knew that after speaking, sweat had begun to trickle down his back—dealing with aunts was no task for a normal person.

The high-detection-level auxiliary map would eliminate one of Wu Sheng’s greatest weaknesses as a ranged combatant: no enemy could sneak up on him undetected; Wu Sheng could either retreat ahead of time or set an ambush before the enemy noticed.

These five psychics were the only ones, yet their decision to charge directly into formation proved their strength was no weaker than Xiao Hua’s side.

Thereafter, large corporations continued to announce investments in the two new companies or to form strategic partnerships, aligning themselves with one faction or another.

Chen Gong had assumed Guan Yu would finish constructing the siege engines before launching the assault, to avoid unnecessary casualties.

“At first, 115 Pan said they were shutting down, so I spent a week moving everything to Sina Weipan; then Sina Weipan said they were shutting down, so I moved everything to 360 Yunpan.”

Although they lost much money because of Cross Slope, passing through there again still sent a chill through their hearts.

Tang He was genuinely surprised to see He Tianxiang—after all, He Tianxiang was a mid-to-high-level manager.

“Alright, I’ll just stay a little while and come back,” Liu Qingyan sighed, her tone tinged with a hint of coquettishness.

In the same car, Gu Manman and Tang Chaomu sat in the front seats, chatting intermittently, the atmosphere harmonious.

Xiyue instructed the driver, who respectfully responded, cracked the whip, and the wheels creaked as the carriage slowly entered the city.

As for the final interpretation of this symbolism, I think the turtle better represents longevity.

Ji Yin must have triggered some mechanism—he heard a loud “Boom—” as the floor of the carriage suddenly collapsed beneath them; I scrambled to the corner, staring wide-eyed at Shen Zhiqiu.

Probably because it was the New Year, everyone who could leave had gone home; the corridor was utterly empty, and footsteps echoed strangely on the floor.

I reached out and touched the glass of the art frame; though cold, it felt warm and familiar—as if the people in the photo, my father and mother, were reaching out, grasping my hand too.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine,” he said; compared to soldiers blown to pieces like hedgehogs, a few punctures on his arm were already lucky.

When Alan arrived at the square, most people had already gathered, followed by another ceremony.

“Huff huff~” Doris panted heavily, her clothes slipping off unnoticed due to her vigorous movements.

Chen Wei quickly released An Yu, turned, and rushed into the kitchen—the pot was boiling, water bubbling over; he shut off the heat, lifted the lid, scooped the noodles into a bowl, poured the topping over them, and a steaming bowl of topped noodles was ready.