Save people
"Our Song family is not stingy. As long as you ask, the conditions are not a problem."
He believed that such conditions were definitely better than what Morgan offered, and no one could refuse them.
The yard became quiet, with only the chirping of birds as the sound.
Zhong Ling put down the book, stood up and walked slowly to the orchid.
She didn't look at the Song family's grandparents and grandchildren, but just stretched out her fingers and gently touched the leaves of the orchid.
"What does your life or death have to do with me?"
Her voice was still calm, but it struck hard at the hearts of the Song family's grandparents and grandchildren.
The smile on Song Zhenbang's face completely froze, and his eyes showed disbelief.
He had lived his whole life, and in his view, everything in the world had a price, the only difference was the price. He had never thought that there were people who didn't care.
"Ms. Zhong!" Song Tian's voice rose, exasperated. "Don't refuse a toast and then drink a forfeit! Since our Song family can find this place, we have plenty of ways to make you..."
He didn't finish his words.
An inexplicable chill rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, causing him to lose his voice instantly.
He saw that Zhong Ling just glanced at him lightly. Her eyes were calm and there seemed to be a starry universe in them, which made him feel as small as dust, and his soul was trembling.
What shocked them even more was that the orchid that Zhong Ling's fingers touched grew and bloomed rapidly before their eyes, and then withered and died quickly.
Song Zhenbang's body began to tremble uncontrollably, not because of anger, but because of fear.
His hand holding the cane was shaking, his lips were quivering, and he couldn't utter a word.
He never turns back until he hits the wall. Only now does he realize how ridiculous and powerless the power and wealth he thought he had are in front of this person.
They thought they were here to negotiate, but in fact, they were not even qualified to sit at the table.
Zhong Ling withdrew her hand, her tone filled with impatience, "This is the first time, and the last time. If there's a next time..."
She didn't say anything else, but the orchid was her final warning.
The Song family's grandfather and grandson were pale. Song Tian no longer had any pride. He supported his staggering grandfather, turned around in embarrassment, and fled.
After they left, Zhong Ling's cell phone rang.
It’s Qiao Jianmin.
As soon as the call was connected, a hurried apology came from the other end: "Comrade Zhong Ling, we are extremely sorry! It was our negligence in our work that disturbed you! We will deal with it immediately, and we promise..."
"Director Qiao," Zhong Ling interrupted him, "you don't have to feel sorry. This isn't your fault. Some people are just too self-righteous.
Okay, that's it."
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
After Zhong Ling hung up the phone, she felt bored. The next moment, the figure in the yard disappeared.
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“Boom——!”
The flood rushed forward, carrying trees and boulders.
Zhong Ling's figure appeared in a forest.
The muddy flood roared down from upstream, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and raindrops as big as beans fell down, and the whole world was gray.
Zhong Ling's mind moved slightly, and an invisible barrier formed to keep the rain out.
She looked around and scanned with her spiritual sense, and found that she seemed to have been randomly teleported to a mountain somewhere.
In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, she cast a small spell on herself and changed her face.
Just then, she heard a faint cry for help.
Looking through the rain, she saw a broken tree trunk drifting in the torrent not far away.
On the tree trunk, a woman who was soaked and had a pale face was hugging the trunk tightly, and on her shoulders was a little girl of five or six years old.
The woman nearly lost her grip several times, but managed to regain her balance. The little girl burst into tears, her arms tightly around her mother's neck, her voice hoarse.
"Don't be afraid, Niuniu, the rescue team will be here soon."
Rather than comforting her daughter, the woman was probably giving herself psychological hints.
She knew in her heart that they had been washed too far away. How could the rescue team find them so quickly in this desolate mountain and wilderness?
Her strength was draining away rapidly, and the cold flood was constantly eroding her will.
Another wave came, and the woman finally couldn't hold on anymore. Her hand slipped, and she and her child were instantly swept into the torrent.
"Niuniu!" The woman screamed in despair.
Just when she thought that she and her daughter were going to be buried in the flood, a dry, warm hand gently placed on her wrist.
The woman opened her eyes wide and saw a young girl who had stood beside them without them noticing.
There was nothing under her feet, yet she could stand on the water as if she were standing on flat ground. Her clothes were dry, without a drop of water on them.
Zhong Ling didn't say anything, but just exerted a little force with her wrist and pulled the mother and daughter out of the flood.
She tapped the water surface with her toes, and her body moved like the wind. After a few breaths, she landed on a higher rock.
Even when her feet touched the rock, the woman still hadn't come to her senses. She stared blankly at Zhong Ling.
My lips trembled, and I couldn't utter a word. Was this a hallucination after death? Or had I encountered a mountain immortal?
"Mom..." The little girl was the first to react and hugged her mother's neck.
"Thank you, thank you! My savior!" The woman finally reacted and pulled her daughter to kneel down to Zhong Ling.
Zhong Ling lifted her up casually, and a gentle force prevented her from kneeling down.
"What happened here?" Zhong Ling asked, her voice calm, yet with a soothing power.
"Flood, it's a flood." The woman was still in shock and explained incoherently.
"It rained heavily last night, and this morning, flash floods came.
Our village was flooded, and we managed to escape, but our family was separated by the water."
"What about the official rescue? Is there no organization?"
"Yes! Yes!" the woman nodded quickly. "The town officials and armed police were organizing everyone to evacuate, but the water was too high and rushed down all at once. Many people didn't have time to escape."
Zhong Ling understood what was happening. It seemed to be a sudden and severe mountain flood.
She looked at the mother and daughter in front of her who were shivering with cold, and took out two blankets, some food, and two bottles of water from the space.
"If you're cold, wrap yourself in a blanket, eat something, drink some water, and recover your strength."
The woman first put a blanket on her daughter, then took the food, which were two steaming meat buns.
At this time, hot buns and clean water were more precious than gold. She couldn't bear to eat them herself, so she passed the buns to her daughter and said, "Niuniu, eat them quickly, they are given to you by the fairy sister."
The little girl looked at Zhong Ling timidly, nibbled the bun in small bites, and finally a hint of color appeared on her face.
Zhong Ling turned his attention to the upstream of the flood. The official rescue force was limited, and saving people was not as good as saving the source.
Instead of rescuing people one by one, it is better to find out the source of the flood.
She disappeared in the rain in a flash, leaving only one sentence.
"Stay here and don't move. Someone will be here to pick you up soon."
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