Crossing the Passenger Sacrifice

Li Huoyue nodded with a smile on his face, a hint of mischief flashed in his eyes, as if to say, Okay, if you can do it, you go ahead.

Xu Lesong wanted to say something, but someone who had been sitting in the main stand spoke up: "Li Mengjin, why are you so stubborn? You are an excellent businessman, you should know how to judge the situation."

Li Huoyue had heard this voice before, it was the King of Liang.

The man being hung still didn't speak. Even after being whipped again, he still didn't make a sound, as if he was already dead.

Since we know that the second brother is a businessman, we can just offer equivalent conditions in exchange. What on earth needs to be hung up and whipped to promote compromise?

For a moment, Li Huoyue had a strong sense of absurdity, and everything seemed like a play.

The play with a strong and fast rhythm is constantly being performed, and the actors are crowded on stage as if in a hurry.

If opera singers perform with all their might, it is because there are audiences watching them from the audience, and the audience's attraction to the performers comes from the money in their hands.

So what are these people doing now, in such a hurry and in such a hurry?

Who are the “spectators”?

What is the "silver" in the hands of the spectators?

In the absence of any clear direction, Li Huoyue decided to make a hypothesis first and then verify it step by step. Perhaps the hypothesis would be proven correct later, or perhaps it would be completely overturned and repeated, but at least he would have a start.

Xu Lesong nudged Li Huoyue with his elbow. Li Huoyue tilted his head and saw Xu Lesong mouthing, "Why don't you go save your second brother?"

Li Huoyue retracted his gaze and said softly, "No hurry."

Xu Lesong wanted to say something, but someone who had been sitting in the main stand spoke up: "Li Mengjin, why are you so stubborn? You are an excellent businessman, you should know how to judge the situation."

Li Huoyue had heard this voice before, it was the King of Liang.

The man being hung still didn't speak. Even after being whipped again, he still didn't make a sound, as if he was already dead.

Since we know that the second brother is a businessman, we can just offer equivalent conditions in exchange. What on earth needs to be hung up and whipped to promote compromise?

For a moment, Li Huoyue had a strong sense of absurdity, and everything seemed like a play.

The play with a strong and fast rhythm is constantly being performed, and the actors are crowded on stage as if in a hurry.

If opera singers perform with all their might, it is because there are audiences watching them from the audience, and the audience's attraction to the performers comes from the money in their hands.

So what are these people doing now, in such a hurry and in such a hurry?

Who are the “spectators”?

What is the "silver" in the hands of the spectators?

In the absence of any clear direction, Li Huoyue decided to make a hypothesis first and then verify it step by step. Perhaps the hypothesis would be proven correct later, or perhaps it would be completely overturned and repeated, but at least he would have a start.

Xu Lesong nudged Li Huoyue with his elbow. Li Huoyue tilted his head and saw Xu Lesong mouthing, "Why don't you go save your second brother?"

Li Huoyue retracted his gaze and said softly, "No hurry."

Xu Lesong wanted to say something, but someone who had been sitting in the main stand spoke up: "Li Mengjin, why are you so stubborn? You are an excellent businessman, you should know how to judge the situation."

Li Huoyue had heard this voice before, it was the King of Liang.

The man being hung still didn't speak. Even after being whipped again, he still didn't make a sound, as if he was already dead.

Since we know that the second brother is a businessman, we can just offer equivalent conditions in exchange. What on earth needs to be hung up and whipped to promote compromise?

For a moment, Li Huoyue had a strong sense of absurdity, and everything seemed like a play.

The play with a strong and fast rhythm is constantly being performed, and the actors are crowded on stage as if in a hurry.

If opera singers perform with all their might, it is because there are audiences watching them from the audience, and the audience's attraction to the performers comes from the money in their hands.

So what are these people doing now, in such a hurry and in such a hurry?

Who are the “spectators”?

What is the "silver" in the hands of the spectators?

In the absence of any clear direction, Li Huoyue decided to make a hypothesis first and then verify it step by step. Perhaps the hypothesis would be proven correct later, or perhaps it would be completely overturned and repeated, but at least he would have a start.

Xu Lesong nudged Li Huoyue with his elbow. Li Huoyue tilted his head and saw Xu Lesong mouthing, "Why don't you go save your second brother?"

Li Huoyue retracted his gaze and said softly, "No hurry."

Xu Lesong wanted to say something, but someone who had been sitting in the main stand spoke up: "Li Mengjin, why are you so stubborn? You are an excellent businessman, you should know how to judge the situation."

Li Huoyue had heard this voice before, it was the King of Liang.

The man being hung still didn't speak. Even after being whipped again, he still didn't make a sound, as if he was already dead.

Since we know that the second brother is a businessman, we can just offer equivalent conditions in exchange. What on earth needs to be hung up and whipped to promote compromise?

For a moment, Li Huoyue had a strong sense of absurdity, and everything seemed like a play.

The play with a strong and fast rhythm is constantly being performed, and the actors are crowded on stage as if in a hurry.

Li Huoyue always pays attention to the situation around him.

No matter which direction you go to track and investigate, you must cross the bridge first.

After the miracle, there was a craze for viewing the river in Kyoto. However, since it had rained and it was night, there were not many people on the bridge.

When he reached the middle of the bridge, Li Huoyue casually glanced at the river.

Without any light, the river surface was as dark as a black snake lurking in a cave. The flow of the river brought a faint sound of flowing water, and there was a damp smell in the air.

Li Huoyue didn't pay much attention to it. By now, the items in the river should have been cleared away, and there would be no "miracles" left. No matter how long he watched...

They were almost across the bridge, but Li Huoyue always felt that something was wrong.

Xu Lesong wanted to say something, but someone who had been sitting in the main stand spoke up: "Li Mengjin, why are you so stubborn? You are an excellent businessman, you should know how to judge the situation."

Li Huoyue had heard this voice before, it was the King of Liang.

The man being hung still didn't speak. Even after being whipped again, he still didn't make a sound, as if he was already dead.

Since we know that the second brother is a businessman, we can just offer equivalent conditions in exchange. What on earth needs to be hung up and whipped to promote compromise?

For a moment, Li Huoyue had a strong sense of absurdity, and everything seemed like a play.

The play with a strong and fast rhythm is constantly being performed, and the actors are crowded on stage as if in a hurry.