Qiao Er called from the side for Tie Chui to hurry and light a white candle in the northwest corner of the burial chamber, while continuing to explain something to Cao Pi.
There was still some time when he arrived at Xingyue Cafe, so he found a good spot and sat down.
The day Xiao Yiqing went for her ovulation-stimulating injection was the very day of Cao Limei's funeral. By that reckoning, barely more than a month had passed.
For example, the CJ-6plus produced by China Takeoff and operated by the Myanmar Air Force had long since left the trainer category behind after so many years of improvements, becoming a fully fledged, low-cost close air support attack aircraft.
That was because the scientific experiment led by headquarters this time was none other than the QXS Trajectory, commonly known as Space Skipping Stone, which had existed only in theory for decades without ever being verified.
At that critical moment, beads of sweat covered Qiao Er's and Tie Chui's heads, whether because the fire had raised the temperature inside the tomb or because they were anxious.
Suddenly, the cable trembled. Amid the drifting fluff that filled the air, Chen Fan, hanging upside down in midair and already covered in spore dust, gestured to it not to come closer. Then he pointed at Baozhu below and did something astonishing: he released his hands and feet and slid straight down along the two safety ropes.
After hearing what Wuming said, the principal had little reason to refuse. After giving a few more instructions, he handed Wuming a staff badge and said he could come in tomorrow morning.
King Yama's subordinates had brought not only red silk and satin, but also a wooden box. Wang Tie Chui opened the box and found handful upon handful