Chapter 37: Teaching Bookkeeping

Li Meilan was exhilarated. For the past two days, Su Li had been the one to organize the cash box after they finished selling their goods. Li Meilan had a vague notion that they had made a tidy profit, but since she hadn't handled the money herself, it hadn't hit her with the same impact as today. After finishing their sales today, she opened the cash box and began to count; her heart raced with each passing bill. By the time she finished, she found herself looking at everyone around her with suspicion. Throughout the journey home, she hid the money in several different places, simply because she felt nowhere was safe. Finally, they were home!

"Mom—"

To those with a keen eye, there was a sense that recent times had been turbulent, a period fraught with complications. However, having learned from the first encounter, the soldiers leaned against the rock walls on either side. While there was a risk of falling rocks, most were able to survive this ordeal. During the first day of fighting, their artillery suffered severe damage, with over a thousand out of five thousand artillerymen lost, along with a vast number of cannons. This made the second day of combat extremely brutal, as they faced two fresh enemy divisions whose own artillery remained entirely intact. The enemy's bombardment only served to intensify their casualties.

After regrouping briefly, they let out a battle cry and charged toward the veteran camps of He Jin and Lin Yangcheng in the center of the army.

Checking the time, it was already around ten o'clock. Zhao Wuji dialed Cheng Gang's number. Cheng Gang had already been watching the target and, upon receiving the call, took immediate action. He slipped directly into the target's home, knocked the family members unconscious, dragged the target out, tossed him into a black commercial vehicle, and drove to the hotel where he had been keeping watch.

Looking down at these people with indifference, Xiao Yang extended his right hand and clenched it sharply. A brilliant, halberd-shaped light bloomed from the back of his hand.

In truth, Yang did not fully believe what Lin Weiwei had said. After all, the virtual reality world was merely a collection of data; no matter how powerful the laws of world control were, how could they possibly destroy a pile of data?

"Sister-in-law is certainly eloquent, but come to think of it, I do have a matter I'd like to trouble you with," Zhao Tianhui said.

An Yu was about to pursue further when a sudden jolt of alarm made him stop in his tracks. He thought to himself, "A ruse to lure the tiger from the mountain? I won't fall for that a second time!" Watching the enemy's retreating figure disappear, An Yu returned to the main camp, but the sight that met his eyes left him utterly shocked.

After showering and changing clothes, she ate breakfast herself and left the rest on the table with a note for her parents: "I just bought this breakfast; if it's cold, please heat it up."

Chen Mo was merely bluffing. The core of the Heavenly Fire Nuclear Bomb was completely empty, much like a balloon. Chen Mo had simply inflated it; it was all show and no substance.

Just as Zhao Zijian rode his bicycle to the town's intersection, three police cars roared past from the east, speeding in the opposite direction.

The morning passed in a flash. Once You Yuexi announced that there would be no more candy, the crowd scattered in a swarm.

"Is... is this the Sword Tomb? How did it end up in such a sorry state?" Staring blankly at the desolate scene before them, Wang Huozi and Zhou Nian spoke with identical tones of disbelief.

Speaking of this, she seemed overcome by either fear or anger, and her teeth could be heard grinding together—even over the phone, Zhao Zijian could imagine her trembling all over, her face deathly pale.

Early this morning, as You Yuexi was busy attending to customers ordering floral cream and rouge, the senior apprentice delivering the supplies walked toward them, dressed in a deep blue long gown.

"Hell!" Su Ge had just tasted the deadly poison on that shoulder, and he knew that to be pierced by it meant certain death.

Therefore, cultivators were unable to get close to the spiritual veins, which was precisely why mortals were required to mine the spirit stones.

"Yes!" the disciples shouted in unison, their excited tone clearly indicating they hadn't taken their master's warning to heart.

Xiuchuan Fangzi opened a bottle of red wine. Only she kept Ye Zifeng company, while Luo Qingxue could only sit by with a glass of plain water.

After entering the room, Nan Kongqian explained everything to Han Yanchen, detail by detail. He felt particularly guilty about the matter his father had tasked him with regarding the delivery of the letter.