Chapter 392: Where is the person on this mountain?
The old man obviously didn't expect that someone would suddenly break in in the middle of the night, and his deeply sunken eye sockets were filled with surprise.
Sang Zhixia's eyes were filled with embarrassment.
What is going on?
I broke into the old man's house at night and found him handcuffed.
The question is that we are all wanderers in this world.
If this scene were told by a storyteller, it would last for three days and three nights, but when it happened to me, I was left with only silence.
In order to appear harmless and avoid attracting outsiders, Sang Zhixia said dryly, "I said I just came here to take a look. Do you believe me?"
The old man was silent for a while, staring at the sharp and cold scimitar in Sang Zhixia's hand, and answered calmly: "If you put down the flying knife and then say this, it will be more credible."
A suffocating silence spread, and the corners of Sang Zhixia's mouth kept twitching.
"I……"
"Who is speaking?!"
Suddenly, a loud shout was heard outside the house, and Sang Zhixia turned around abruptly.
Before Sang Zhixia could react, the old man sitting on the stool suddenly attacked!
The soft belt was thrown out by the wind, wrapped around Sang Zhixia's feet and dragged backwards violently!
The moment his body lost balance, Sang Zhixia subconsciously clenched his teeth and did not make a sound. His eyes were spinning and he took a deep breath when he was kicked hard on the back.
"Be quiet!"
Sang Zhixia, who was kicked under the table, covered her mouth with her backhand. The door creaked and someone outside rushed in aggressively: "Who?!"
"Your grandpa!"
The old man looked at the newcomer unhappily. When he stood up, the iron chains on his feet rattled. He said in a threatening voice, "Why, I can't even talk to myself for a moment now?"
"Hu doesn't dare to cut my tongue, so does he want me to be mute?!"
"If you have the guts, let that bastard named Hu come and talk to me! Let him kill me with his own hands!"
The person who rushed in glanced around the room cautiously, and after not finding anything unusual, he became accustomed to the old man's anger, and his words of comfort were extremely perfunctory.
"Old Qi, the village chief is worried about your safety. Why are you so angry?"
"Since everything is fine, then..."
"roll!"
In a rage, Mr. Qi grabbed the teapot on the table and threw it out: "If you dare to come in again, we will die together!"
"Don't even think about living any longer, Hu!"
"Get out of here!"
The unwelcome person ran away tumbling, and the room returned to silence.
Sang Zhixia curled up into a ball under the table, made sure everyone had left, and tentatively extended a finger.
The tablecloth that was being mopped to the floor had a small gap in it, and what came into view was Mr. Qi’s narrowed eyes.
Old Qi stared at Sang Zhixia for a long while, then said in an ambiguous tone, "Little girl, why are you here instead of staying at home?"
Sang Zhixia blinked and said nothing.
Old Qi smiled faintly: "To put it another way, what do you want when you come here?"
Considering that the old man had helped to cover up for her just a moment ago, Sang Zhixia thought for a moment and said very carefully: "Medicine."
"This is the medicine hall, there are medicines everywhere."
Elder Qi paused and said delicately, "Do you want a poison that kills instantly on impact, or a medicine that can make people bleed from all seven orifices?"
Sang Zhixia didn't expect the old man to speak so fiercely. She endured the embarrassment and slid out from under the table, saying uncertainly, "You have such a wide variety of products here?"
"certainly."
"As long as you can tell me, I'll give it to you, okay?"
Sang Zhixia raised an eyebrow: "Aren't you afraid that I might take it and use it to harm others?"
Old Qi covered his face with his hands and laughed, his words full of sarcasm: "Where are the people on this mountain?"
"Open your eyes and look outside. Aren't those wandering around just panting animals?"
Since it is an animal, what does it matter if it dies?
It would be best if they all died at once, leaving corpses everywhere. That would be the most wonderful thing.
There was always a smile on Mr. Qi's face, but the deep and uncontrollable sadness and desolation in his eyes could not be suppressed.
A hint of hesitation flashed across Sang Zhixia's eyes, and she smiled while rubbing her fingertips.
"They say no merit, no reward. We just met by chance, for no reason. How can I have the nerve to accept such a great favor from you?"
"How can I help you?"
Old Qi looked at Sang Zhixia with a half-smile in his eyes and said jokingly, "You may not be very old, but you are very smart."
"It's just that this cleverness is a bit redundant."
Sang Zhixia smiled and said nothing more.
Old Qi said quietly, "I've been trapped here for eight years. I've lost all hope and have nothing to ask of you."
"Only a little..."
"If you succeed in your plan after you get out, and you see a mute girl with a disfigured face and missing limbs, help me kill her."
Sang Zhixia was obviously taken aback, and silently suppressed the probing tone in her words, and whispered, "The person you are talking about is..."
"My daughter."
Old Qi closed his eyes and smiled helplessly, his voice so soft it seemed to vanish with the wind: "My daughter married the wrong man when she was eighteen, and she has suffered so much for over eight years now."
"As a father, I have no choice but to do more. If I can help her escape soon, I will have lived up to our father-daughter relationship."
"Of course, if she didn't see it, then forget it. Her suffering wouldn't last long."
Mr. Qi said it lightly, but Sang Zhixia's heart was filled with emotion when he heard it.
Sang Zhixia pondered for a moment and said softly, "Excuse me, who is your son-in-law?"
Old Qi frowned in disgust and spat out two words: "Hu Wei."
Hu Wei, the leader of Huwei Mountain Stronghold.
No wonder those people just now were dissatisfied but didn’t dare to do anything to the old man. It turned out that this was the bandit leader’s father-in-law?
Sang Zhixia shut her mouth tactfully and turned around to look at the things in the pharmacy.
"Can I take all those things you just mentioned?"
Mr. Qi nodded in a very polite manner.
"See that shelf across from you? The bottom row is full of colorless and odorless goodies."
"The ones in the second row have a slightly different aroma, and they work best when mixed with wine; they kill instantly."
"Do you see that little black bottle at the top?"
Old Qi put his hand to his mouth to suppress his cough and said hoarsely, "That bottle is the most poisonous. Anyone whose skin is broken will die if it touches them."
Sang Zhixia was not picky at all. She opened the cloth bag she brought and started packing.
Seeing that she accepted everyone who came, Mr. Qi leaned against the table and smiled: "I'll tell you another good place."
"Leave the medicine hall, walk west for three hundred steps on the back mountain near the water bridge. There is a medicine garden. There are good things hidden in the cellar under the medicine garden."
"Something good that will send this filthy place and all its filthy people to hell together."
Sang Zhixia was slightly startled when he heard the voice, and cleared out all the unidentified bottles and jars on the shelf. He paused with the cloth in his hand and walked towards Old Qi.
Seeing her squatting down to look at the thing on her feet, Old Qi said self-deprecatingly, "This is made of black iron, it can't be broken by any blade."
"Just do whatever you want to do, if..."
"Of course it can't be cut, but isn't it locked?"
Sang Zhixia lifted the copper lock on the handcuffs with one hand, her eyes full of sincerity: "Can't you just open the lock?"
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