Power of Money novel Chapter 1270

At six o'clock in the evening.

After dinner, Qin Han arrived on time.

He invited the three of them to go to Wei Xiaohan's mansion together. With lanterns in hand, they strolled along the empty streets of the city.

It was already deep into the night as a bright moon hung high in the sky. It enveloped this ancient city that was rarely visited by outsiders. It was particularly enchanting.

As the night fell, all the people rushed into homes because of curfew, and the ancient buildings around them were all ablaze with sparkles.

However, these lights were not modern electric lights, but the kind of oil lamps in ancient times, lanterns, candles, and palace lanterns. However, because of the large number of them, like stars, the entire city was illuminated.

There was no electricity supply in Wei City. After Jason came here, he felt that there was another thing that surprised him.

Living in modern society, without electricity, it meant that a lot of things were inconvenient, which affected a lot of details in life. But here, they felt that life seemed to be very indifferent. Life was as usual and did not affect anything because of missing something.

Wei Xiaohan's residence was a large, separate

courtyard.

The buildings were antique and antique, with all kinds of bungalows, arching overhanging eaves, cobblestone paths, colorful lights swaying, and all kinds of colors.

After Qin Han led the three of them into the main gate, they walked all the way to the deepest part of the courtyard, a side room.

This place was very peaceful and peaceful. The environment was quiet and elegant. There were some rustling sounds and the cries of frogs.

"Miss is inside. I'll take you in."

Qin Han pushed the door open and led the three into the side room.

The room was filled with a pungent smell.

In the tent in front of them, there was a figure lying on one of the beds. Jason could feel that her breathing was very weak. It should be that her limbs were broken and she was poisoned by Wei Zipei.

"Do you need a pulse diagnosis?" asked Qin Han.

"The pulse diagnosis?"

Jason and Sylvia looked at each other. None of them was a doctor, and from the perspective of the already known illness, all the drugs would no longer have any effect on her. The only thing she could do was to use the fragments of the meteorite to transform her and bring her back to life.

"There's no need."