Chapter 69: Wild Brother Follows the Crowd

Today marked Xu Qinghuan's official start at work.

Except for the four female and one male educated youth still hospitalized, everyone else from the educated youth point had come out to work.

"I heard the educated youth point suffered a mass poisoning last night. They say the person cooking didn't cook the green beans thoroughly and ended up harming all of them!"

"Vomiting and diarrhea, they almost lost their lives. A few of them were even sent to the county hospital. It's quite terrifying!"

"Since they were all poisoned, how can these educated youths still come to work—"

After all, she was not her biological mother, and Murong Qi felt somewhat unaccustomed to Zong Xizi's sudden warmth. Yet, after a brief moment of hesitation, she walked over and extended her wrist toward Zong Xizi.

"What are you saying? We are all good sisters, and none of us dragged the other down. You're just overthinking things," Eva softly comforted her.

This was clearly said by Supervisor Kang, but since Supervisor Kang claimed that Wu Song was the God of Gamblers of the Great Song, he naturally assumed that Wu Song had also instructed Supervisor Kang.

If what he said was true, at least within my understanding, a monster like the one he described would definitely be a brand-new discovery among Earth's species.

"Yueyue... Yueyue..." The man with triangular eyes struggled twice, fixing his gaze tightly on Hu Yueyue, which instantly made me feel a sense of profound tragedy.

"Extremely professional! Di Wei, tell the two master detectives the specific details," Du Yi said, giving a thumbs-up.

Kalis was hidden in the darkness, making him very difficult to spot. Especially since he could turn invisible, he truly had no fear of being discovered.

"Here comes the food!" The figure naturally belonged to Li Zhishi. The variety of vegetables and seasonings available during the Spring and Autumn period was still far too scant. For instance, chili peppers—the undisputed king of a hundred flavors—were still a millennium away from being introduced to the land of China. To be able to whip up these few dishes was only possible after countless trials and various substitutions on his part.

The corrupt officials eager to profit from a national disaster stood glaringly exposed, while Liu Cuilian's resale tactics shone with dazzling brilliance.

The reason it was called a shamanic tribe was due to the twelve indigenous people standing behind the Great Shaman on the platform. They were also shamans; although their attire was not as ornate as the fat man's, they possessed all the requisite headgear and accessories.

At this moment, these venerable masters were actually plotting this very idea. The words of Venerable Lang Dui, one of the four great venerables, instantly struck a chord with the others. In a flash, everyone's eyes grew red with excitement, as if they had just laid eyes on a sumptuous feast.

Hearing Dr. Zhou speak in this manner, Han Moqing knew he was implying that his talk of resigning was merely spoken in a fit of anger and carried no weight.

He picked up a piece of cucumber and shrimp and fed it into her mouth. With the crisp fragrance of the cucumber combined with the delicious freshness of the shrimp, Mijia couldn't help but close her eyes in a moment of bliss, saying, "This is delicious. I want to eat more of this." She looked truly like a child.

Actually, what trial was this? Hearing from Mo Tian about the relationship between Mo Tian's foundation, the Tianwu Empire, and the Sirius Kingdom, they simply wanted to help Mo Tian. At the same time, they also wanted the disciples in their sect who possessed decent talent to follow Mo Tian out into the world, in the hope that they might encounter monumental opportunities.

"Yet they've isolated and surrounded all our people! The team members can't gather with us, which means Wuhen and I cannot withdraw from combat to recover our energy, making sustained combat impossible." He sank into deep thought, racking his brains for a way to break the deadlock...

Although Tong Zichen was not as fanatical about weapons as Tong Zishuo, he was still dumbfounded by everything he saw here, quietly following along by Old Master Yue's side and piping up with a question from time to time.

An increase in commodities meant a certain degree of price reduction. While buying things might become cheaper, people shouldn't forget that selling things was also one of their purposes for coming here.

He was still wearing his GHOST spandex suit, but this time he had layered his signature attire over it: a blue vertical-striped shirt, casual trousers, a flashy trench coat, and finally, black soft-soled sneakers.