After some fun, everyone finished their dinner.

After deciding on the order of the night vigil, he fell asleep.

In the early morning of the second day, everyone continued to set off as usual.

During this period, no one asked about Tang Ran, they were just silently concerned.

Use this method to express trust and fearlessness in your companions.

Tang Ran didn't say anything, he just pointed out the route.

But everyone else understood his mood, and it could be seen from his brows and temples that the melancholy in his heart at this moment had reached an unpredictable level.

He wants to try his best to do something, but he is afraid that his companions will not understand and make mistakes.

The worried eyes from time to time can often hurt the hearts of the team members.

In this mood, the team members stayed in the car for three days before arriving at the Haoran League's station.

This alliance is different from other hermit groups in that it is very open.

The role of Big Brother in it is Tang Ran’s disciple, the Haoran sect.

Zeng Haoran's faction used economic force here and built a city as a venue for secret grooming transactions.

After the car entered the city, we found that the streets were quite lively, just like the inner city that ordinary people bring.

It’s time to talk and laugh, but the things on the stall are not things used by the common people, but rather supernatural treasures.

Some were dressed in rags and even held a piece of grass on their heads to sell themselves, and some were even more sinister and sinister, wandering around the streets with more than a dozen bottles containing the souls of living people and giant beasts for easy sale.

During this period, there were some great Confucian scholars, chatting and laughing with Xiao Fan, practicing their minds and spirits.

Sometimes we will encounter Huns individually or in small groups.

Some of them were dressed in tatters and shabby clothes, while others were in rich clothes and robes that showed off their beauty.

Sometimes you will meet several casual cultivators either alone or in groups near the walls and corners. They will carefully walk through the world and carefully search for the items they need.

From time to time, a few demon-suppressing figures would push passers-by in a domineering manner, and sometimes some soul-raisers from the northwest would bargain with their employers for an increase in price without expression.

Walking in such a chaotic place, I didn't attract any attention at all.

Even though they were still wearing combat uniforms, they were also carrying the swords of the Shenlong Warriors at their waists.

Li Wuya looked back and saw that they were not allowed to drive when they first came in, which made Li Wuya a little worried.

At first, I thought this place in Rujia was just a place for academic discussions, but I didn't expect this holy place to be so chaotic.

Others thought the same thing.

The people formed two inverted triangles with double swords, supporting each other and advancing on both sides of the street.

But at this moment, a person suddenly appeared from the intersection in front of him and rushed to Li Wuya's side.

"Buy my stuff. I'll give you my eyes, just for one chance to make a move."

Li Wuya frowned and hurriedly helped the man up.

Li Wuya felt strange in his heart and looked at the man's face.

This was an old man, dressed in rags and covered in black mud. He looked like a beggar, with his eyes full of prayer.

Although this outfit looks a bit disgusting, many people like this feeling of being a master outside the painting, and Li Wuya does not dare to despise it.

So I was just stunned for a moment, and then asked politely.

What did you say?

The old man grabbed Li Wuya's sleeves with two hands covered with dirt.

"Good Samaritans, please save our family. I can promise you any reward. I just want you to take action once. Just be sincere if you don't succeed."

Li Wuya thought for a moment and shook his head.

"I'm sorry, I'm not good at it, and there are many brothers who depend on me for a living. I can risk my life for your pity, but I can't put them in danger."

The hope in the old man's eyes quickly dissipated, and he immediately forced himself not to cry.

Maybe he's not that dangerous. Please help me, please.

I can do anything you ask me to do, and I can pay you whatever I want, just take action once.

My old man is not far away from death, so I feel pity for a dying person.

It was said that the old man was obviously very skilled and quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed his head.

It was obviously not an act, the sound of hitting the ground hard even made the underground floor shake.

At the same time, the wound on the old man's forehead exploded again, and blood mixed with tears from his eyes splashed everywhere.

Everyone hurriedly ran aside, and the old man fell on the ground and cried bitterly.

Everyone's eyes turned red, and Pangpang spoke first.

"Promise him, life is not easy. We brothers are not afraid of death. We can't see this kind of thing, and there is nothing we can do about it even if it passes. If we see it, we can't ignore it."

Li Wuya endured the sting in his heart and shook his head vigorously.

"He is also a superpower, and his skills are not bad. We may not be able to solve things that he can't solve. With so many people here being ignored every day, it must be a big deal. You can call me selfish, but I can't let you

Falling into a dangerous place is the awareness and responsibility of a captain."

Everyone lowered their heads. They knew this, but they still felt uncomfortable.

The scene fell silent, leaving only the heart-rending cries and tireless pleading of the old man.

There are obvious marks on his forehead from long-term kowtow, and a scar has been left there. Now the wound has exploded again, and blood and tears have stained a large area on the ground red.

The vendors not far away were still trading, and the great scholars were talking and laughing while turning a blind eye, as if they were in another world.

There were even a few murderers and soul-raisers who spat on the ground with disdain, cursed them as "wastes" and left proudly.

Sometimes he would come up provocatively and deliberately kick the old man down, making loud noises of ridicule.

The old man's eyes were swollen from crying, and he kept twitching on the ground. When others kicked him down, he knelt down again, facing the direction of Li Wuya and the group of people, and kept kowtowing.

In the cold winter weather, the tattered vest and underpants on my body were particularly distressing.

If you don't pay attention and you can see the white hair on the temples when the old man raises his head, you will find that he is getting older.

His voice, which had become hoarse from crying, was constantly making strange sounds, and his constant movements of raising his head and breathing made people feel that he would fall asleep at any moment.

There was vicissitudes and weakness in those cloudy eyes, and the flow of spiritual energy that would break off from time to time would make his skin turn pale with cold.

Everyone was just stunned for a moment before they understood everything about the old man.

Each of them focuses on different things, but they all have a clear understanding in their hearts.

Li Wuya suddenly rushed over and helped the old man up. The old man's body was very light, only eighty or ninety pounds, and Li Wuya floated up in an instant.

The old man might have been a bit fierce, and he shook his head dizzy twice before realizing that he had stood up instead of being kicked down again.

He didn't speak, just looked at everyone with his cloudy eyes.
Chapter completed!