Chapitre 79: Chapter 80: Good People Should Live a Long Life of a Hundred Years

Zheng Tao opened his eyes and gazed out the window.

Snowflakes stuck to the glass, swiftly melting into droplets that trickled downward.

This winter was very quiet, the room was as warm as spring. By simply touching the protruding stones on the wall, the house would fill with light, and there were even yellow and white lights to choose from.

Servant Zheng San had been chattering on and on, professing he had never seen such a miraculous house—not even the upscale mansions in Jin City could compare.

Zheng Tao stepped out of the bedroom and found Zheng San curled up on a thick carpet in the outer room.

The young man was snoring softly, deeply asleep.

The elderly man tiptoed to the adjacent toilet. He washed his hands and face with hot water from the tap, then sat on the toilet seat, which, though made of stone, wasn't the least bit cold.

When Zheng Tao rose, he again broke into a cold sweat, experienced difficulty breathing, and felt so ill, he nearly collapsed.