Chapter 150: 148, The Great Calamity
148, The Great Calamity (5K, 1/1)
Zhou Chang wrote a few lines on paper first.
He stared at those lines, frowning as he began to think:
“As my Manifest Body walking among the ‘mining district,’ I must act in accordance with my Manifest Body’s identity.
Searching for Uncle Yang, Bai Xiue, and the others must be done covertly.
They have never descended into the mining district, nor have they any experience with modern life—they are likely to behave in ways inconsistent with their Manifest Bodies, thereby drawing attention.
Rowing against the current, if you don’t advance, you retreat. Qin Hao didn’t know if he was fooling himself; he’d take it one step at a time.
The more practical truth is: any ethnicity I can see must call me Big Brother, and they must never fail to send me tribute during festivals. If anyone resists, go cut them down. The benefit? From now on, you’re under my protection. Anyone who dares to bully you is disrespecting my Heavenly Khan.
Hmm, thinking this way, Bai Jin felt a little better again. After all, the blame for angering so many people lay with her cheap old man… cough, cough.
Doctors are all seasoned veterans; if disagreements remain, they must keep trying blind treatments. Maybe Western medicine will cure it after all—then there’d be no need to seek so-called Traditional Chinese Medicine, let alone claim only TCM can work miracles.
“I don’t understand what Sister means. The household has no money—we’re all poor,” Bai Xuan snorted, pressing on defiantly.
It was indeed Vivian. He glanced around; nothing stood out. Why was Vivian hiding here?
Now, Pei Xingjian stood just one step away from true greatness, yet sometimes that single step was as hard as climbing to heaven. High rank, low title—that described men like him. In plain terms, his foundation was unstable. If this battle succeeded, he might not become a Duke, but a Marquis was assured.
“I heard you’re excellent at judging raw stones. Let’s skip the usual game—how about betting on people?” Yang Chen smiled.
“Alright, tomorrow, same place,” Ye Fei raised his cup and drained it in one gulp toward the legislator.
“Sister Chen, what’s wrong? Any troubles?” Chen Jiaolu arrived—I’d have to accompany her even as General Manager. No choice; her family’s influence runs deep.
He sighed gloomily, then turned to see Cheng Jianshe already carrying the drunken, half-conscious Meng Zhu away.
“Good, good,” Aunt Zhang grinned, her eyes crinkling as she nodded repeatedly, never taking her gaze off Lin Miao.
She hurried to the main house to tidy up, cleaning the bedroom and clearing space to position the equipment.
“Team leader, right side, three o’clock—someone’s there. Go through the gap between the two vehicles ahead!” Li Yu’s voice crackled over the channel.
With those words, his gaze fixed on Leng Xin, trying to discern sincerity in her expression.
Qiao Zhengchong had countless regrets, yet even now, if given the choice, he still couldn’t break his habits.
They first thoroughly inspected the high ground, checking whether the enemy had installed surveillance equipment or hidden sentries there.
Yet this theory was never proven, for the Eternal Void was boundless—even the Chaotic Gods and Demons, flying for hundreds of millions of years, could never reach its end, hence its name: the Eternal Void.
“Wu the Steward, please fetch the Duke a clean set of clothes and assist the household physician with his external wounds,” Wei Dong thought for a moment and spoke.
Fang Yan smiled faintly, saying nothing, but cast a sidelong glance at the three black-clad men surrounding him.
I don’t know what that thing was, but Wu Fei had already begun attacking it. The talismans proved decisive—it clearly feared them; whenever touched by the flame from a bursting talisman, it immediately dove into the water.
I waited at a distance. During the wait, I made an unexpected discovery: several incomplete corpses lay on the ground nearby, dressed in Japanese uniforms. Shi Yifan had definitely been here—but where had he gone?
End of Chapter
