Chapter 68: Three Disabled Men

"Thank you, Aunt Fifth. I was just wondering where I could get some mercurochrome this late at night. I'll buy a new bottle and return it to you tomorrow."

"Look at you, child, why are you being so polite with your aunt? Isn't it just a bottle of mercurochrome? Hurry up and go put some on your mother."

A bottle of mercurochrome still cost money to buy, and Aunt Fifth had brought one that was barely used, so Lin Xiang naturally felt bad about taking a freebie.

However, this wasn't the time to linger on the issue. After thanking Aunt Fifth, she took the mercurochrome.

The process itself was quite simple. Comparing over twenty medicinal recipes would likely take only half an incense stick's time, and the alchemists who successfully passed this round could thus be determined.

Following this, Pavilion Master Ge suddenly fell silent. Without a word, he cast a sideways glance at Master Ning, who had been looking his way, and caught the nod the other man gave him.

Jian Zi was roaring; he was about to explode with rage. What was the meaning of this? How could things be this way? Didn't this damned bastard know what a colossal disaster he had brought upon himself?

Even facing the potential condemnation of a thousand people, even facing potential slander and ridicule, she still chose to stay by Ye Tian's side.

Above the ruins of Wangtian City, people from numerous families looked upon this tragic and heroic scene, some rejoicing while others remained silent.

Even so, the freezing wind felt like countless invisible steel needles piercing through his cotton-padded jacket, making his entire body tremble with cold.

Although he felt somewhat embarrassed to admit that he, the dignified Lord Left Chancellor, couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and instead went to eavesdrop outside his son's room, Leng Yiqing simply could not set his mind at ease without getting a clear and definite answer today.

Jin Yunzhi let out a cold snort, then walked over to a container, casually picked up a stack of US dollars, and began checking them. He threw them aside one after another as he finished inspecting them. The more he looked, the more panic and fear gripped his heart, because these bills were actually genuine.

No matter what, he could not let Amaterasu escape from right before his eyes. If that were to happen, how could he ever find a way out of this dimensional space?

Although the purpose of Lin Huan acquiring these shares was to help the nation develop its mobile phone chip industry, he had also put in hard labor. It was only natural to exchange labor for corresponding compensation. Since the country was not short on money, why should he hand them over for free?

Because he could be certain that there was a magical array on Mount Sanqing. The reason spiritual energy was present the moment one entered the mountain and vanished the moment one stepped out of it was definitely the work of this array.

While working, she kept casting distracted glances at the wall clock. At five o'clock, she made up an excuse about going to the supermarket downstairs to buy something and then headed out.

Ah Sheng was completely bewildered. He had no idea what had happened, or who this Yu Huan person actually was.

I sat in my room and thought about it carefully. My biggest doubt right now is whether she is truly hallucinating and seeing those things, or if it stems from some psychological shadow, or perhaps she is simply lying to me, including what she said she wanted to...

Yu Sheng couldn't be bothered to say much more to Ziyi Die and walked out of the supply city. He needed to figure out how to deal with the war in the Hundred Veins region.

Qing Shan rested his left cheek in his hand, his right hand tapping rhythmically on the armrest, offering no obstruction to the debate that followed.

Even Yun Yifeng, who was born in the Central Continent, had never heard of this place. The cliff gave off a very mysterious feeling.

Upon reaching the eleventh floor, the expressions of Qin Hui, Sikong Qian, and Lu Ying all changed drastically.

With a single slash of the blade, a surging wave of freezing cold erupted. The sand scorpion instantly turned into an ice sculpture before shattering into pieces, countless ice fragments scattering outward and carving sharp traces into the sandy ground.

They expressed their individual views here, hoping to win someone's favor. Becoming a retainer would be even better still.

Meanwhile, such bizarre giant maggots appeared all across the country in massive numbers, causing countless casualties.