Wu Kui and Song Shuwen finally stood at the top of the cliff, and the howling wind blew past their ears, and their clothes were clamoring in the wind.
Their faces were filled with fatigue, but they also brought a sense of glory for surviving the disaster.
Song Shuwen looked at Wu Kui with gratitude in his eyes: "If it weren't for you this time, I would have been unable to come here alive. Thank you so much."
Wu Kui nodded slightly, but his expression was still cold: "Since that's the case, go back quickly."
Song Shuwen looked at Wu Kui, wanted to speak but stopped, and finally plucked up the courage and said, "Promise me, don't seek any more contempt."
Wu Kui's face suddenly sank, and he scolded sternly: "This is my business, you don't have to worry about it."
Song Shuwen was not scared away by Wu Kui's scolding. He continued to comfort him: "Think about your parents, they raised you with great difficulty. If you gave up your life so easily, how sad they would be. And those who care about you will be."
Wu Kui turned his head and remained silent.
Song Shuwen knew that he could not change Wu Kui's thoughts in a short period of time, so he sighed: "Okay, I hope you can think carefully about what I said. I'll leave first, take care of yourself."
After saying that, Song Shuwen turned around and left.
Wu Kui looked at Song Shuwen's back as he left, and a complicated feeling surged in his heart.
Wu Kui slowly walked towards the door of the house with his tired body. When his figure appeared at the door of the house, his mother Lin Shuhong widened her eyes, her face full of shock and disbelief.
Lin Dajiang, who was sitting aside, suddenly stood up, and the expression on his face gradually changed from surprise to surprise.
He rushed to Wu Kui with one stunning step, and supported his arm with trembling hands, his voice full of excitement: "You...you are not dead yet? That's great!"
Wu Kui looked at his uncle and mother, and a warm current surged in his heart.
He shouted softly: "Uncle."
Lin Dajiang kept looking at Wu Kui up and down, as if he wanted to make sure that the person in front of him was really an intact nephew.
Lin Shuhong was already in tears at this time. She rushed to Wu Kui, grabbed her son's arm tightly with both hands, and asked in a stern voice: "Son, what's going on? I saw you jump off the cliff in person!"
Wu Kui looked at his mother's sad and puzzled expression, and felt guilty.
He lowered his head slightly and said slowly, "Mom, I thought I was dead too. The moment I jumped off the cliff, my heart was filled with despair. But maybe it was God who really didn't want me to die."
Lin Shuhong hugged her son tightly and cried: "It's good to come back, it's good to come back. Don't do stupid things again in the future."
Wu Kui easily opened his hand holding his mother tightly, revealing a hint of stubbornness and determination in his eyes.
"Mother, you must agree to my request, otherwise I will seek death."
When Lin Shuhong heard this, the joy that had just emerged from her son's return was instantly replaced by panic.
"Son, I promise you any request. As long as you live well, you will be better than anything else."
Wu Kui frowned slightly, took a deep breath, and said slowly: "Mother, I hope you will not interfere too much in my life in the future. Let me choose my own path and take my own responsibilities."
"Okay, son, I promise you. As long as you are well, I will follow you in everything."
Song Shuwen looked at the vast road ahead, and a trace of regret surged in his heart.
He should ask Wu Kui where this is.
The hot sun shines mercilessly on the earth, and the dry air seems to suck all the moisture in people's body.
Song Shuwen wiped the sweat from his forehead.
I don’t know how long I walked, but there was still a deserted scene around me. Song Shuwen’s lips were already chapped and his throat was dry and uncomfortable. Just when he felt a little desperate, he suddenly saw a family not far ahead.
The family stood alone between heaven and earth, like a lighthouse in the desert, giving Song Shuwen hope.
He speeds up and walks towards the family.
When he got closer, he saw that the door was open, Song Shuwen was delighted.
He knocked on the door lightly, and no one answered, so he walked in carefully.
The yard was quiet, with only a well and some simple farm tools.
Song Shuwen walked to the door of the house and whispered: "Is anyone there? I'm passing by here and want to ask for a glass of water. By the way, I'll ask where this is."
There was still no movement in the room, and Song Shuwen was a little nervous.
He hesitated for a moment and decided to wait.
After a while, he heard a slight sound of footsteps from the room, and then the door slowly opened and an old man with a kind face appeared in front of him.
The old man looked at Song Shuwen with a hint of confusion in his eyes: "Who are you? Where are you from?"
Song Shuwen quickly bowed and said respectfully: "Old man, I was getting lost in the road and walked here. I was so thirsty that I wanted to ask for a glass of water. I hope the old man can make it convenient. Also, I would like to ask for advice on what is this place?"
The old man looked at Song Shuwen's tired appearance, nodded, turned around and poured some water into the house and handed it to Song Shuwen.
Song Shuwen took the water gratefully and drank it all, and suddenly felt much more comfortable.
The old man said slowly: "This is a small village on the edge of the desert, and few people pass by it. Where are you going? How could you come here?"
Song Shuwen sighed and briefly said his experience.
After hearing this, the old man frowned slightly: "You are going to the Prime Minister's Mansion? There is still a long way to go."
After Song Shuwen talked to the old man, his heart sank again.
When he learned that this was still the territory of Youzhou and was more than a hundred miles away from the Prime Minister's Mansion, his brows frowned tightly.
Thinking that the mastermind behind the scenes might not be far from here, but I don’t know the specific location, it is really difficult to find its den.
He continued to talk to the old man, trying to get familiar with the surrounding environment, trying to find some clues from it.
However, the worries in my heart are still lingering.
The old man saw his anxiety and said, "If you just walk, you don't know when you will reach your destination. It's better to buy a horse, so that you can be faster."
After hearing the old man's words, Song Shuwen felt aroused in his heart and then sighed helplessly.
He thanked the old man and turned around and set out on the road ahead.
Walking on the road, Song Shuwen was filled with sorrow.
He doesn't have much money, so how can he buy a horse?
As night falls, darkness gradually envelopes the earth.
Song Shuwen dragged his tired body and finally couldn't walk anymore.
He stood there, gasping slightly, his heart full of fatigue and helplessness.
He was reluctant to eat anything after he had no money left. When he thought that he would be even more exhausted after going to the inn to eat, he was frowning.
Just as he was in despair, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
If you know medical skills yourself, why not make some money for treatment and then go buy a horse?
This thought was like a bright light in the darkness, instantly illuminating his heart.
The light of hope rekindled in his eyes. Looking up, there was a village ahead.
He couldn't wait to speed up and walk towards the village.
As soon as he entered the village, he began to inquire if there were any patients.
He asked from door to door.
"May I ask, are there any patients here who need to see a doctor? I am a doctor and can treat patients." Song Shuwen said to a villager sincerely.
But basically, every time I get scolded, I come out of the door.
Those accusations were like sharp blades, stinging his heart.
"Who are you? You actually cursed someone else to get sick." Such words kept echoing in his ears.
He walked through several villages in a row, but no patient was found, but instead got angry.
He sighed helplessly.
At this time, he saw a dilapidated temple in front of him, and its dilapidated appearance seemed particularly lonely in the night.
But for Song Shuwen, this seems to be his only place to go.
He dragged his heavy steps and slowly walked towards the dilapidated temple.
When I opened the door, an old aura came to my face.
The temple was dark and damp, and the corners were covered with spider webs.
Song Shuwen found a relatively clean place to sit down, feeling exhausted.
In the Prime Minister's Mansion, Xi Yu's face was gloomy and his anger was burning.
He has spent a lot of manpower and time, but he still hasn't found the mastermind behind it.
This made him feel extremely frustrated and angry.
But Xi Yu gradually calmed down.
If you really can't find the mastermind behind it, then you won't look for it for the time being.
After a while, the news of Ping An was still alive will be publicly played.
The Prime Minister's Mansion shrouded in the night is quiet and deep.
Xi Yu decided to visit Gan Mei in person.
Xi Yu stepped onto the bicycle, and the wheels made a slight rumbling sound on the stone road.
He galloped towards the remote village where Ganmei was.
The night wind blew across his face, with a hint of coolness, but it could not calm the turmoil in his heart.
The village is extremely remote, far away from the hustle and bustle.
Gan Mei was arranged to be in a farmhouse, and the family did not know her true identity.
A kind old lady lives here with her son.
The secret guard informed them that there were some changes in their homes, and Ganmei needed to stay here for a while and gave them some money as reward.
In this remote village, Ganmei strives to adapt to her new life.
She is diligent and takes the initiative to help the old lady cook and do housework.
At this moment, in the kitchen, she was washing the vegetables carefully.
At this time, the old lady was in the house.
The son Chen Qiang asked his mother in a low voice: "Mom, what is this woman's identity? She looks like she is not an ordinary person when she looks at the clothes she wears."
The old woman frowned slightly and lowered her voice and said, "Forcing her, don't inquire. Since they have difficulties, they have to live here, we should treat them well and don't worry about things that shouldn't be asked."
Although Chen Qiangfa was curious, he also knew that his mother's words made sense.
He stopped talking, but just looked at Gan Mei secretly from time to time.
But Gan Mei was unaware of the conversation between them, and she was still focused on doing the work.
Chen Qiangfa stood there, his dirty thoughts kept rolling.
His eyes floated to Gan Mei from time to time, and all kinds of unbearable pictures appeared in his mind.
He thought, sneaking into Ganmei's room at night to achieve the so-called "good thing".
In his opinion, what if this woman is from a wealthy family?
She probably won't make such a thing happen, and she will only suffer a loss by the time of the day.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his plan was feasible, and even began to think about the situation afterwards.
He felt that his mother could only scold him a few words, would she even beat him to death?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel happy.
Xi Yu rode his bicycle and walked forward on a remote section of the road. The road was rugged and the light at night was extremely dim.
Suddenly, the wheel was tripped by a raised stone, and Xi Yu instantly lost his balance and fell heavily with the man and the car.
He only felt a sharp pain coming from his waist, as if he had been hit hard by a heavy hammer.
Xi Yu gritted his teeth and tried to stand up, but found that his whole body was extremely uncomfortable.
Every joint was in a protest, making him unable to help but take a breath.
Looking at the bicycle again, it was already crooked and tilted, the handlebars were twisted and the wheels were deformed, and it was obvious that they could not ride them anymore.
Xi Yu looked at the broken bicycle helplessly, and a irritability surged in his heart.
He was eager to visit Gan Mei, but he didn't expect to encounter such an accident here.
Xi Yu frowned and thought about what to do next.
He looked around and found that in the quiet night, there was only his lonely figure and the broken bicycle.
Xi Yu had no choice but to throw down the bicycle that could no longer be used. He looked down and found that his legs were bleeding from nowhere.
He was anxious, wondering if there was a medicine shop nearby that could treat the wound.
So he endured the pain and limped forward.
Every step he took, the pain in his legs made him frown slightly, but he did not stop.
Finally, he came to a village. Under a tree, he saw two villagers chatting.
As if seeing hope, Xi Yu hurried forward and asked politely: "Please two, can there be a medicine shop nearby?"
The two villagers looked at him as he was injured and showed a look of sympathy.
A villager said that they only had one medicine shop from the surrounding villages, and the doctor was very far away.
Xi Yu said without hesitation: "I will go no matter how far away."
At this time, another villager laughed and said, "It would have been a good idea if it was a while ago. An old man came today and knocked on the door from door to ask if there were any patients at home, it was like having a nerve problem."
After hearing this, Xi Yu thought to himself, it was probably because he was a traveler in the martial arts world who did this because he couldn't get a meal.
Xi Yu said goodbye to the two villagers and hurried forward according to the address of the pharmacy they informed.
After walking out of the village, Xi Yu was surprised to find that his legs were getting better. Although the wound had not been bandaged, at least he was no longer as lame as before.
This made him feel a little relieved and his pace also accelerated.
When Xi Yu passed by the ruined temple where Song Shuwen was located, he heard snoring sounds coming from inside.
He was puzzled in his heart, and he didn't expect that someone would sleep in this dilapidated temple. Could it be a beggar?
Xi Yu wanted to walk in and take a look, but when he thought that his legs were still in urgent need of bandage, he planned to leave.
However, just after walking a few steps, I heard Song Shuwen talking in her sleep.
"I'm sorry to the Prime Minister."
Xi Yu suddenly stopped, the sound was so familiar!
He listened carefully, wasn’t this Song Shuwen’s voice?
Xi Yu was full of doubts and wondered if he had auditory hallucinations?
But soon he denied the idea, and the voice was so real.
Song Shuwen is inside?
That's great, he's not dead!
Xi Yu felt delighted and was eager to run towards the dilapidated temple.
However, he was too impatient and accidentally fell down again.
Xi Yu struggled to get up, not caring about the pain on his body, and shouted loudly: "Is Doctor Song in the temple?"
His voice seemed particularly loud in the quiet night.
Song Shuwen in the dilapidated temple was awakened and his body shivered.
Xi Yu shouted again.
Song Shuwen was stunned. Isn’t this the Prime Minister calling him?
He looked around carefully and saw that he was still in the dilapidated temple, which was not a dream.
Song Shuwen quickly stood up and responded to the outside of the temple: "Prime Minister, it's me, Song Shuwen." His voice was filled with surprise and excitement.
When Xi Yu heard Song Shuwen's response, he showed a gratified smile on his face.
He limped towards the ruined temple, feeling filled with emotion.
On this unexpected night, they met again in this dilapidated temple.
Song Shuwen ran out of the ruined temple quickly. When he saw that it was indeed Xi Yu, the moment he looked at each other, bright smiles appeared on both of them.
The smile was filled with joy and excitement of reunion, as if time had frozen at this moment.
Song Shuwen quickly noticed that Xi Yu's legs were uncomfortable, so he hurriedly ran over, carefully supported his arm, and asked with concern: "Prime Minister, what's wrong with your legs?"
Xi Yu laughed and said, "Fortunately, my leg was injured. Otherwise, how could I come here and how could I see you?"
Song Shuwen carefully supported Xi Yu and walked into the temple, saying, "Be careful, Prime Minister."
With the help of Song Shuwen, Xi Yu slowly walked into the temple, and Song Shuwen gently helped him sit down.
Song Shuwen looked at Xi Yu. He knew that the Prime Minister must have many questions in his heart and wanted to ask himself, but the most important thing at this time was to deal with the wound first. He looked down at himself and there was something like cloth in his cuffs that could be used to bandage.
Song Shuwen whispered: "Prime Minister, let me treat your wound first."
He gently spread the fabric and carefully bandaged the wound on Xi Yu's leg. Xi Yu looked at Song Shuwen's serious appearance and felt a warm feeling surged in his heart.
In this dilapidated temple, faint moonlight shone through the holes on the roof, reflecting the figures of the two.
Song Shuwen focused on bandaging the wound, while Xi Yu looked at him quietly, the atmosphere was quiet and full of warmth.
After the wound was bandaged, Song Shuwen spoke slowly and told him a series of things he had encountered recently.
He tells how he was forced into a desperate situation by the mastermind behind the scenes, and how he survived in a desperate situation and survived in a desperate situation.
Xi Yu listened quietly, and the expression on his face became more and more serious.
When he heard Song Shuwen say that all the secret guards were dead, he felt very sad.
Chapter completed!