Chapter 161: 159, Yuanjiang County

159、Yuanjiang County (4K, 1/1)

An old-style cathode-ray color television was broadcasting the drama adaptation of *The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber*.

The television sat inside a similarly aged bamboo-and-wood cabinet; its storage compartments held stacks of books or stacks of discs, but most were filled with medicine.

Box after box, bottle after bottle, all kinds of painkillers filled those compartments.

At this moment, the middle-aged man who had earlier posed as a fruit vendor at Zhou Chang’s home

Then the light cluster slowly sank into the ground; instantly, the entire earth expanded outward from that point, and within seconds, the white void turned into a withered yellow hue.

They dismounted from the giant eagle, which then flapped its massive wings, skimmed over the river, extended its steel talons, snatched up a large fish, and flew into the forest.

A voice from inside—Ambis—came through, and before Lin Wei could answer, the door was already opened.

Demos nodded slightly as he spoke. At critical moments, this black man’s intelligence was still adequate.

Qian Dayuan was the county’s magistrate, the highest-ranking official present; yet now he had become a mere side character. For him, such an incident in his jurisdiction was a stain on his record—he would surely be demoted one rank during the Heavenly Official evaluation.

Seeing Jierlina’s fierce, rapid series of thrusts, Wang Chen shook his head, gently gripped his blade, and swung it forward.

The air around seemed frozen; the knight of hell, standing there holding flowers, looked utterly awkward.

Suddenly, the great hall echoed with the sound of machinery—the massive door carved with patterns slowly descended, revealing a huge opening.

But this was better: the longer the poison took to act, the less suspicion would fall on him; perhaps he still had time to go to Li Chunfeng for an antidote.

“Boom!” Fatty’s fist slammed again, striking the Storm Shield; Lu Xuan was once more knocked back over ten meters.

“General, why not take the North Gate? We can retreat straight to Xiangyang and join forces with General Mancheng—Xiangyang’s defenses are strong enough to hold until reinforcements arrive!” A Cao officer cried out as he struggled to rally the remnants.

The two men who had been watching from afar also exchanged glances, then walked over together, wine cups in hand.

What an insult, what a contempt—thinking of it, Beitang Yi could barely suppress her killing intent; the entire stone chamber was filled with terrifying sword qi.

Chen Dengqing and the other two had always been loyal, but over the years, the old man had repeatedly manipulated and bound them; though they said nothing aloud, they must have resented it, and this indirectly led them to develop their own thoughts.

Su Yang walked ahead with his hands behind his back; Nan Gong Rui followed, suffering under the full weight of his cousin pressing down on him.

Zhao Qi’s face flushed red, unable to continue—she knew perfectly well the classmates cared about Li Ling only because they feared he might run away.

When Jessica first arrived at the Broken Kettle Bar, Deng Lido struck her as someone who didn’t care about money, lacked ambition, and was introverted.

The villagers did not support fleeing like this, nor would they sacrifice some people to let the rest escape on floating vehicles.

Muttering silently, Lin Ye attempted to use his mind’s [Scan] to analyze the [Doupo Cangqiong] on the computer screen.

Most importantly, opening such a chain store now was not merely to strengthen the Zhao family—it was also to gather the intelligence they needed at critical moments.

Without needing Chen Xiuyuan’s order, dozens of high-ranking dukes and grand dukes silently paired off against each other, none left out.

“Chu Hemeng, can you hear me?” In reality, Xing Haodong pushed Chu Hemeng’s arm.

“A thousand-year turtle, ten-thousand-year tortoise—you’re nothing but a whole clan of head-shrinking turtles, are you coming out or not—” Leng Yue stood up, hands on her hips; she’d played this role in theater before and remembered plenty of insults—perfect, she didn’t need to think up new ones.