Chapter 88: 087 Throwing Together a Paper

These past few days, Fang Qingye has been busy with this matter.

Although he didn't understand programming, his grasp of a virtual digital currency like Bitcoin ran far deeper than anyone else's.

He often discussed it on QQ with the Dongguan girl, listening to her describe the programming process and the problems and difficulties she ran into.

He wasn't very well versed in the technical side, but mining itself was a hashrate-algorithm game; in later eras software of this sort was extremely common, typically developed on the basis of the Python language.

The low-level magic he had cultivated for a lifetime seemed to have shed its familiar, docile guise.

So now, even if Lu Heng insisted on biting down that it was he who had framed him, he had no way to refute it and could only grit his teeth and submit to the investigation.

"There's no rush on this matter. Since the other side has played a dirty trick, we'll use their own method against them — we can let him try to steal a chicken and end up losing the bait."

Daddy once said that their family's ancestors had a saying: setting aside dosage to talk about toxicity is just hooliganism. Within a safe dosage, aconite is a fine medicine for illness, but the moment one takes too much, it becomes poison.

Before he could even heave a sigh of relief, the steel needle in his grip shot out a cross of fine needles from its center, instantly piercing his palm until blood flowed freely.

Dong'er's face shifted slightly, as though her secret had been touched upon, yet she denied it again and again, somewhat flustered.

As a member of the Nightfall, she knew better than anyone just how precise its control over Xinzheng was. Although she knew of some spies from the various states, they were all within their sight — but this force that had let Ying Zheng know so much, Nightfall had no clear picture of.

For instance, at this moment the billions of cells within his body seemed to have suddenly come alive, resonating, cheering, trembling, and even the void itself began to quiver along with them.

"But…" Azik hesitated, but then he saw Klein extend a hand and rest it on his shoulder.

Hearing Lanqi's words, Murong Zheng smiled — a rare sight. If Lou Yun were Pan An, then Murong Zheng would be Song Yu. His smile was extraordinarily beautiful.

In that instant, Old Xu, who had suddenly realized something, clearly felt the hairs all over his body stand on end.

These two mysterious men were not human; powerful demonic auras drifted about their bodies. They had come running here from the demon realm, but their cultivation was not very strong — only at the Fourth-Rank Ghost Demon realm. The moment they arrived in the human realm, they had been brought here by a powerful martial artist.

Outside, he still had a whole gang of brothers! So long as the green hills remain, one need not fear the lack of firewood! This was an unchanging truth since ancient times, and absolutely practical.

And as Jiuchun Tongzi withdrew from the battle circle, Poxun suddenly snapped awake, looking with some surprise at the broken sword on the ground, and then at Jiuchun Tongzi not far away. A flicker of doubt surfaced in his eyes; he could not understand what had just happened to him.

A ghastly, eerie sound rang out. As the Black Wind Ancestor's roar fell, the black fog instantly began to churn, slowly being drawn into the withered corpse's body, and the entire great hall cleared in an instant.

"Looks like I was overthinking it." Seeing Qin Yang's reaction was no different from an ordinary person's, the head chef couldn't help but let out a breath of relief.

Yang Tianyun channeled his spiritual breath into it, shattering the puppet, and saw Wang Yue fall out from within, landing on the ground.

Though he spoke these words, the moment Feng Ye said them, his feet never stopped. As his figure once again vanished on the spot, the next second, after two crisp "ding! ding!" sounds, Feng Ye, who had already returned to where he stood, had instantly released his Spirit-Lift state.

I exchanged a glance with Lingdang, made a helpless expression, and then groped along together with Mo Tianli. A few minutes later, the three of us had, in concert, felt over this wall from top to bottom.

Mo Zhendong parked the car and waited at the entrance of Shuimo Yijia, fuming, for a long time before Mo Wanxi's car finally appeared.

Zhang Liu'an slowly raised his own palm, then rubbed the red thumb ring on his thumb that only he could see.