Wu Siliu

You won't understand it before you want to understand it.
After living with the old cripple for eighteen years, Shu Guan discovered that cultivation was actually a simple matter.
On the azure sea, a massive fleet of steel ships sailed against the wind and waves. Beneath the deep sea, a giant dragon opened its golden eyes and coldly looked up. 
Fighter jets roared, cutting through the clouds. Ahead, a large wing descended from the clouds, and a crane cried out in the vast sky. 
On the battlefield, artillery fire filled the sky, bullets flew, and amidst it all, sword energy could be faintly heard. 
This is a world where technology has risen, yet myths have not dissipated. 
The path to immortality has been severed, leaving only a solitary figure walking alone.

I Came From The Xanadu

If it were Shu Guan's past life, he could transfer money to someone by simply moving his fingers on his mobile phone, finishing within a few swift seconds.


However, in this era, if you want to transfer money, you have to go to the bank in person and fill out a telegraphic transfer form, with each party's names, addresses, and bank account numbers. Then, there are several verification procedures to go through. If it's a transfer between different banks, bank staff have to verify the recipient's bank account to ensure there truly is enough money in it.


Usually, the whole process takes several days.


Trying to find out who originally transferred the money to Yang Jianjun is equally troublesome. More than a year has passed, making it very difficult to identify who carried out the transaction. Therefore, it's impossible to employ the Dream-Entering Skill to conjure an image of the original money transferor.


Chapter 155: Approaching the Truth_3