Chapter 67: Saving a Life

Provincial Capital Steel Rolling Mill.

Chen Yinghao, a machinist, was at work when the foreman walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Old Chen, your Old Liu called for you. Go and take the call," the foreman said.

Chen Yinghao was momentarily stunned, then hurriedly set aside his work and strode toward the foreman's office.

A sense of impending doom settled in his chest.

They did not have a telephone at home; without a matter of great importance, his wife would never call him at work.

"Don't rush, Old Chen," the foreman said, holding him back. "Your health cannot handle sudden exertion."

"Ah," Chen Yinghao replied. "There must be an emergency at home. I cannot set my mind at ease."

"It shouldn't be an emergency," the foreman shook his head. "Old Liu sounded quite calm on the phone, not like—"

Just as Danxi was charging forward, a sudden premonition of danger struck him. Yang Dongqing had already appeared right in front of him, bringing his palm down in a sweeping blow.

Ever since the Tang dynasty, the implementation of the Twice-Taxation Law had folded land taxes, corvée labor, and household taxes all into the biannual taxes, collected in spring and autumn, with no other levies permitted. This made the system simple and clear; if the government wanted to employ civilian labor thereafter, it had to hire and pay for it with money.

"Order them to fall back, and have the units of Nigo, Tsutsui, Nopure, and Tanaka form ranks and stand ready!" At this moment, I picked up a cup of warm Yan tea and began to rinse my mouth slowly. "Gather the matchlocks from all the armies to the front lines, and prepare to deal with the Tokugawa army's charge!" I commanded thus.

The old manual laborer was familiar with elevators, having after all built skyscrapers in his past. Yet, the observation elevator left him somewhat bewildered. Luo Qian explained for a long time, finally resorting to the simplest method: smuggling one up from the nether realms.

It was truly a narrow path for enemies; it was Hai Ri, his younger sister Hai Yue, and several unfamiliar upper-class students.

White Ink's rhetoric only served to reinforce Chen Bo's conjecture: this deputy captain was only able to operate at the intersection of the two sides due to his specific abilities, rather than being so powerful as to be completely impervious to fire and water.

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However, once they departed, not even a multitude of true gods could stop Star Firmament's Jun Bumie. Now, throughout the entire Central Domain, he was the sole Level Nine Overlord.

"Listen, Hibiki, look here. Sister Lexington sent Hibiki to keep an eye on the Admiral, didn't she?" Lord Admiral switched into creepy-uncle mode, preparing to sweet-talk her.

As he gazed at this majestic strategic pass straddling the towering mountain ranges, an indescribable surge of heroism welled up in his chest. Everywhere his eyes could see were Song soldiers clad in crimson armor standing proudly atop the city walls, their spears and sabers gleaming with a sharp, cold light.

Even so, his character was one that grew stronger when met with adversity. Although the pressure during the afternoon assault had been greater and the enemy's methods far more vicious, he ordered his men to press the attack desperately. In terms of casualties, his losses actually exceeded those of Wanyan Salibu.

"However, how did she become like this?" After a moment, Murong Jiujiu could not help asking.

Endless darkness enveloped Bai Song, leaving him unable to catch even a sliver of light before his eyes. The sensation mirrored his past life, lying on the street like a stray dog, with nothing in sight but an abysmal, dark abyss.

The fate awaiting Kong Youde was to be sent to Dengzhou and Laizhou for three months of guerrilla warfare before being flayed and stuffed with straw, his foul skin forever kneeling beneath the Monument to the Soldiers and Civilians Killed in Dengzhou.

Among these, he served as the group leader for daily breakfast and cigarette runs. Though he did not pay for everything out of his own pocket, as the leader, he inevitably had to contribute a little more than the other members.

There were advantages and disadvantages, but overall, the benefits outweighed the drawbacks. Moreover, equipment like badges was exceptionally rare to begin with, let alone requiring the sincere recognition of the Stone Clan Chieftain.

Of course, what mattered most was that this prefect carried a faint scent of unknown rouge. Though the fragrance was subtle, the aroma itself was intense.

Aylos understood that the chieftain had already made up his mind, so he could only nod, hoping merely that he would not live up to the chieftain's expectations.

Sun Yuanhua knew that his mentor remained uneasy about his life in exile, so he frequently wrote to Xu Guangqi, painting a picture of a flourishing new world. The vigor and undisguised joy flowing between the lines of Sun Yuanhua's letters made Xu Guangqi yearn for it with a carefree longing.

Unexpectedly, this time, the gate of transportation did not absorb too much of Liu Zining's blood. She had initially worried that if returning required losing as much blood as the journey here, it would be disastrous. After all, Mount Shu was no benevolent place, and that stinky old man was still waiting for her there.

The emperor had originally assumed that Black Tiger would continue kneeling and begging without leaving. To his surprise, once Black Tiger learned that the imperial decree had been issued to temporarily imprison Sun Yuanhua without execution, he concluded that he had completed the task entrusted to him by the head of the family, picked himself up, and went home.

Avril looked at his respectful and fearful attitude toward Lin Hao with utter confusion. *Darling, isn't he Anna's fiancé? Logically speaking, Joanna's family should be hundreds of times inferior to this bar owner.* Yet the way these people acted made it seem as though Darling was the true owner of the place.

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The man flickered with slight surprise upon encountering the shift in Leng Xuesheng's swordsmanship. The next second, he unleashed his full strength as well.

Ying Li pondered for a long time before finally remembering! This was the Changhe Gang instructor, Ying Zheng, who had stood up for Duan Shaoji at the wild vegetable banquet that day.

By now, K崎 had already led Ma Yuanyuan through a series of covert passages. Being thoroughly familiar with the internal pathways of the Dragon King, he pulled her up the steps.

Mu Qiuqi blankly gazed at Mu Bai lying on the hospital bed. The aggressive majesty he had previously forced himself to put on was entirely gone from his face, replaced solely by endless guilt and remorse. That sickly hand hung limply in midair, trembling slightly upon facing her, not daring to extend itself too close.

"Everything shall come to an end; I alone am eternal!" The cavern lich waved the staff in his hand, unfolding a black magic formation that covered nearly the entire roof of the cave. Within it, aggrieved souls surged, weaving the patterns upon the array.

As they drew close to the Underworld Pillar, Ye Ping'an saw clearly that a figure was climbing the pillar, having already reached a considerable height. All of those crimson lightning bolts were surging directly toward that figure.

"Heehee." The laughter sounded once more, and Ying Li was so startled she almost dropped the clay ocarina in her hand. This time, she was certain the laughter came from within the ocarina.

Aside from the family members of both sides and the witnesses, many customers who had patronized the place in the past were also present.

"I have long since said that the Devouring Void Technique is not merely capable of swallowing human spiritual Qi..."东方白 smiled faintly, and just as he was about to say more, he was astonished to see Hua Guanghui completely unharmed.

When even research and development costs had to be strictly controlled, "Made in China" became synonymous with negative evaluations such as low-end, knockoff, and poor quality.

The gauze was removed layer by layer. Although a layer of medicinal powder had thoroughly isolated the wound from the gauze, treatment remained somewhat difficult because the latter injuries had occurred after the gauze was applied.

The wind at this time of year would never make one feel cold; the only reason Lan Xing felt cold was that his spine had long since been soaked through with cold sweat.

Although he did not know why Lan Xing had directly made this intelligence open for most people to know, he could be certain that his arrival in this world and that supreme existence of the Dragon Alliance—or even the highest existence of this universe—were inseparable.