"This isn't concern, it's conscience."
He had no idea about Niu Shanshan's family situation before, and he overheard it when he met three groups of people on the road.
If he had known that Niu Shanshan's family situation was so bad, he would not have thought it was better to mind his own business.
"You still have a conscience? If you had a conscience, why didn't you let me speak?" Song Jingliang said sarcastically, "You never meddle in other people's business."
"I blame myself because I stopped you from meddling in other people's business." If Niu Shanshan really couldn't get over it, he would also be responsible.
This made him feel very guilty. If he didn't do something, he would definitely suffer from psychological disaster in the future.
The two searched the entire Tieqiao Hutong, looking everywhere they could and couldn't find, but still couldn't find the person. It was so late, and there was no one to ask passersby.
"I'm going to make a phone call."
"Who to call? Didn't you say her colleagues were useless?"
"Cao Jialin."
The two found a shared telephone booth and called for a long time before the call was answered and Dong Xiaoming's voice came from the other end.
"Xiaoming, where is your master?"
"Lan Qingyuan? What do you want from my master?"
"Ask your master to help me calculate Niu Shanshan's location." Lan Qingyuan pursed his lips, avoiding the strange look of his childhood friend.
"My master is dying, so it doesn't count." Dong Xiaoming's voice rose an octave. "I was just about to ask you! What happened while I was away performing? How did my master get so badly injured?"
Lan Qingyuan hung up the phone with a click.
Dong Xiaoming, who was on the other end of the line, heard the beep and hung up angrily. Turning around, he saw Cao Jialin, wrapped up like a mummy, groaning in pain. Even in this state, he still managed to make sarcastic remarks.
"That kid Lan Qingyuan? What does he know? He has never been to Daoshan. At best, he is a member of the Natural Heritage Protection Association. How could he know?" The handsome middle-aged uncle had been tortured and looked a bit like a bandit at this time.
Sitting by the bed was a mischievous girl about eighteen or nineteen years old with a high ponytail, covering her mouth and giggling.
"You are laughing. What are you laughing at? Have you been to Daoshan?" Cao Jialin scolded angrily.
"Uncle, I don't dare." Cao Xiaohua shook his head like a rattle. "I'm afraid of death. I'm afraid I'll die if I don't go to Chengdao Mountain."
Only after surviving the catastrophe of death and returning to the Dao Mountain can one's abilities be unleashed. However, over the ages, most secret techniques and inheritances have been lost. Successful individuals are becoming increasingly rare, and most families have become ordinary people.
Even the most legendary Longweiyan clan of the Fallen Immortals became completely extinct a hundred years ago.
Not to mention the countless small families.
Cao Jialin is the only one left in the Cao family. Cao Xiaohua is very talented, but unfortunately he is timid, afraid of death and pain, and has never dared to challenge the level.
Daoshan is a legendary fairy mountain, and the soul returning to Daoshan is a metaphor for the death of a person.
But no one knows that Daoshan is real. After surviving the catastrophe, the soul goes to Daoshan, and after returning from Daoshan through secret techniques, it will gain special abilities.
Become a member of the Miracle Hermit Society, master the top secret techniques of Daoshan, and receive gifts from the Xuanmen treasure house.
"Master, who hurt you?" Dong Xiaoming interrupted the uncle and nephew's bickering. "Could it be that someone from the association has become a demon?"
"No." Cao Jialin's expression was very solemn when he said this, "Yes...he is back."
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