Chapter 89 Hope for Life

As soon as the law enforcement team left, the onlookers dispersed immediately, and the owners of nearby shops also went back to their homes and continued to do business, as if nothing had happened.

"Brother, thank you so much for helping me today!"

Nan Wang ran up to the kind-hearted man and wanted to say something, but he saw that man subconsciously took a half step back and then stammered:

"I'm sorry, I have an eye disease, if I'm offended, I hope you can forgive me..."

"No, no, no, no offense, no offense."

Nan Wang's heart was filled with deep sympathy.

He had some idea of ​​it just now, and now it has been confirmed.

The kind-hearted person turned out to be a disabled person!

Not only can I not see, but even my speech is not right.

Disabled people are very rare in the world of immortal cultivation, because most diseases, even those like amputated limbs, can be cured through magic or elixirs.

In the case of a kind-hearted person, it is most likely because he is short of money and cannot afford to buy expensive elixirs, nor does he have enough spirit stones to find a medicine practitioner or a medical practitioner...

The kind-hearted person was in such a miserable situation himself, yet he still extended a helping hand to a passerby who was wrongly accused.

There is true love and affection in this world!

Nan Wang was deeply moved.

While feeling moved, he also thought of the Nine Revolutions Resurrection Pill in his storage bag.

A pill of the immortal Nine-transformation Resurrection Pill will surely help the kindhearted person recover his health and regain his sight!

Although the immortal Nine-transformation Resurrection Pill is priceless and should not be given away lightly, truth, goodness and beauty cannot be measured by money, and the kind-hearted person deserves it!

Nan Wang said: "Meeting is destiny, why don't we go somewhere else and have a good chat, may I know your name, brother?"

The kind-hearted man nodded shyly at first, then hesitated for a moment and clearly said a name:

"Zhongwangsheng, Zhongqing, Zhong, the hope of hope, the life of life."

Nanwang said: "So it's Brother Zhong. Brother Zhong has a really good name. Hope for life. Hope for life. It conveys good wishes. It's plain and simple, but full of vitality. It's really good. I like it."

In fact, Nanwang didn't think he had said anything wrong.

It is true that he meant to flatter, but he also sincerely thought that the kind-hearted person's name was very good and very much in line with his aesthetic.

Compared with names like "Zhu Tianque" and "Chu Songping" which are either arrogant or flashy, he actually prefers names that are down-to-earth, peaceful and happy. He named An Nuo with this concept in mind.

Stay safe and keep your promises.

However, when Nan Wang finished saying what he thought was perfectly correct, Zhong Wangsheng's face suddenly turned red, and he stammered and made a series of incoherent sounds, like the painful cry of some young animal, which scared Nan Wang greatly.

"Brother Zhong, don't be anxious, don't be anxious, speak slowly, speak slowly..."

It was the first time that Nan Wang was communicating with someone who was not good at speaking. He had no experience and didn’t know what to do.

The other party was already in a state of being unable to speak clearly, and when he got anxious, he couldn't say anything clearly.

He was anxious, and Nan Wang was also anxious, so anxious that he was sweating profusely.

But there was a rabbit next to him who had no sympathy at all and said something sarcastic: "Nanwang Nanwang, why can't this person speak? Is he a fool?"

Nanwang: “…”

Zhong Wangsheng had not originally focused his attention on the white-haired young man next to Nan Wang. The moment his eyes met An Nuo's, his face turned ugly as if he had eaten shit.

From Nan Wang's perspective, Zhong Wangsheng's already snow-white face became even paler than snow, his body was staggering and about to fall, and he kept making wheezing sounds from his throat, as if he could die at any time.

Nan Wang was almost scared to tears: "Brother Zhong, are you really okay? Let's find a place to sit down quickly. I, I have some medicine here, maybe it can make your condition better..."

Zhong Wangsheng shook his head to reject Nan Wang's kindness. He took a deep breath and took out a white jade-like slate from his arms. After a moment, a line of small words appeared on the slate.

[I'm sorry to make you laugh. I'm not good at speaking, but I can communicate with you through my inner voice.]

Nanwang heaved a sigh of relief: "Okay, okay, that's great, that's great... By the way, don't use honorifics to address me. Meeting each other is fate, so we can just call each other brothers. My name is Nanwang, Nan for south, and Wang is uh... Wang for waste, Nanwang."

The reason why he used a pseudonym was not because he did not trust Zhong Wangsheng, but because there were many demon sects in the Northern Territory that were hostile to the Qingyun Sect, especially the new leader of the Tianmo Sect, Tong Yan… He used to be an unknown disciple, so naturally no one knew who he was, but now, he was the fourth true disciple of the Qingyun Sect. It would be bad if someone in the Northern Territory had heard of his name.

It's always better to be careful when you go out.

He didn't choose this pseudonym deliberately. It has the same pronunciation, but with a different tone. It highlights the frank fakeness of the name, and he doesn't have to worry about revealing his identity when An Nuo calls his name.

Zhong Wangsheng's secret technique of expressing his inner thoughts is really amazing. His photo token can only be written by hand at present. It would be great if this convenient method could be developed into voice input...

He definitely cannot handle such advanced stuff by himself, he needs the help of their Qingyun Sect’s God of Magic!

The value of Second Brother is still rising!

While Nanwang was thinking about this, another line of small words appeared on the stone slab:

[I am of humble origin, how dare I call you my brother...]

Nan Wang looked down at his gray trousers and wondered, "I don't understand what you mean. Do I look like I have a noble family background? Besides, cultivators are judged by their cultivation level, not their family background... I have average talent and have made no progress in all these years. Maybe your cultivation level is much higher than mine!"

Zhong Wangsheng's face turned even uglier. His lips trembled for a long time, as if he wanted to say something. But in the end, he said nothing, and a new line of words appeared on the slate:

[Sorry, I was inconsiderate. In this case, let's call each other brothers.]

"Okay, okay, that's right."

Namo was finally satisfied.

"Come to think of it, why did you get so excited when I mentioned your name just now? I just met you. If I said something wrong and offended you, you must point it out..."

Zhong Wangsheng forced a laugh twice, and after a moment, a long paragraph of words appeared on the stone slab.

[It’s my own problem, my father-in-law… My name was given to me by my father-in-law, he is… He is like you, he likes such plain names, I am still… I was in poor health when I was a child, I was abandoned by my biological father at birth, it was my father-in-law who picked me up and brought me up, he named me Wangsheng, hoping that I could live well, my father-in-law is the best person in the world, I love him very much. ]

I don’t know if it’s because there are errors in my inner voice during translation, but there are always some strange blurs on the slate, and the sentences don’t connect.

Fortunately, Nanwang’s requirements are not that high, as long as you can understand it, it’s fine.

It has to be said that the life story of this kind-hearted man was so miserable that Nan Wang wanted to take out the Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill immediately to cure him.

Fortunately, Nan Wang was still rational and knew that the consequences of taking out the elixir in public would be something he could not bear.

Nanwang said: "Let's not just stand here, let's find a place to sit down. By the way, my inn is not far from here, if Brother Zhong doesn't mind..."

【I am extremely honored. 】

"Okay, okay, let's go, let's go to my place and talk."

Nan Wang took two steps forward, then suddenly turned around and looked at the ground not far away.

The place was in a mess. The body of the shop owner was naturally taken away by the law enforcement team, but the broken cage remains and dozens of rabbits that were killed by the fall were still left there.

Nan Wang's eyes were fixed on the rabbits, and he couldn't move them away. He said something high-sounding: "There are so many people coming and going here. It's not appropriate to pile them up like this..."

A line of words soon appeared on Zhong Wangsheng's slate:

[Don't worry, Brother Nan. The market has a unified management team and someone will come to clean up soon.]

Nan Wang licked his lips and said, "So, no one wants these rabbits?"

【The management will burn it. 】

"That would be a lot of trouble for them. In that case, I'll help them take the rabbit away..."

As Nan Wang spoke, he happily opened his storage bag to put the rabbit in.

What a pleasant surprise, what a pleasant surprise.

His high-quality spirit stone was not wasted; in exchange for so many rabbits, it could be considered a fair trade.

Spicy rabbit head, braised rabbit meat, cold rabbit, pickled pepper rabbit cubes, dry pot rabbit meat...

Nan Wang rolled up his sleeves, squatted down, and carefully picked out the rabbits that were still intact from the wood chips. When he saw the rabbits that were smashed to pieces, he sighed with regret.

Zhong Wangsheng watched Nan Wang's actions from a distance, his eyes full of gloom.

After a moment, he forced himself to suppress the disgust in his heart, took two steps forward, and walked into the pile of rabbits.

"I'll help you."

"No, no, no, it's okay, I'll be fine soon."

Nan Wang would never dare to let Zhong Wangsheng do any work. Seeing that he looked so weak that he gasped three times after every step, he should just wait obediently for the ready-made food.

"Oh, by the way, let me ask you, can you eat rabbit?"

Zhong Wangsheng was stunned.

eat?

He wanted to eat its flesh, sip its blood, crack its bones, and suck its marrow...

"Zi, naturally."

"Okay, just wait! I'll borrow the inn's kitchen for a while, and I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"

Zhong Wangsheng: “?”

The puzzled look swept over Nan Wang and soon turned into deep longing.

He looked at Nan Wang from a distance, as if he was looking at an old friend.

But... when his eyes accidentally glanced at An Nuo who was jumping around and causing trouble next to Nan Wang, all his memories and joy instantly turned into strong hatred, which seemed to burn him to ashes.

He could no longer see anything with his eyes. Through a thick layer of black gauze, the picture in front of him appeared gray to a normal person.

But even so, there is one thing he can still see, and he will always be able to see it.

No matter how Ye Qian reincarnates or how he escapes, it will never disappear and will never fade.

Blood curse.

The deepest and most hateful curse of their race.