"Brother, we're not bad people. We're not one of those scammers on the internet. Don't worry too much. We really have an urgent matter. Please show us the way!" The buzzcut driver was so anxious that his forehead was sweating.
Along the way, he had been miserably led by others and had taken many wrong turns.
But who could he blame?
Some time ago, in places like Dongshan and Peace Lake, a group of people drove around the road, looking for opportunities, using asking for directions as an excuse, waiting for kind-hearted people to fall for it, and immediately committing fraud or robbery. The simple villagers of Dongshan and Peace Lake, especially in the towns below, fell into the trap one after another. It had almost reached the level of "turning pale at the mention of the road". Even the traffic police uncle warned everyone not to talk to people casually on the road. Who dared to court death at this time? In fact, a lot of indifference was built in this way. Kind people would always get hurt again and again, but in the end, they would not get understanding and fair treatment.
There was no one in power to support the people, and there was no proper handling. Things happened without seeking the truth, and as a result, cunning scammers succeeded repeatedly.
Power had even become an umbrella for some scumbags.
The rabbits had been hurt too much.
As time passed, no matter how passionate one's heart was, it would slowly turn cold.
This was not a problem of quality at all, but a problem of intelligence. This was a kind of self-protection of the people. Doing good things turned into courting death. Some people in power even mocked and ridiculed them. It was useless even if they publicized it in an extravagant manner … If they fell into a trap the moment they did it, no one would uphold justice when they were wronged, and they even accused others of being cold and heartless. Are you sure you're not kidding?
Lin Dong pondered for a moment, pointed, and said to the buzzcut driver, "You've passed. You should go back and turn left at the intersection ahead."
The buzzcut driver was overjoyed. "Thank you, brother, thank you!"
Without waiting for him to drive, Lin Dong said again, "It's useless for you to go to the Dragon King Temple in your current situation. If the child is frightened, the temple devotees there can help to call for the soul. It might be useful, but they can't cure your child. She's poisoned. You've let your enemies do this, and treating her indiscriminately won't work! "
"What?" The buzzcut driver was stunned.
He opened his mouth to speak.
He didn't know where to start.
He, who believed in modern scientific civilization and despised feudal superstition, was usually dismissive of such unscientific things. Gu? What was that? But the current strange facts made him unable to open his mouth to refute.
"Nannan was poisoned by a Gu? How, how could you tell? Do you know who can cure it? I beg you, please save her. Just name the price. We'll do anything to save her life … "The rear window opened, revealing a beautiful face with tears on it. In her arms was a little girl of four or five years old. She seemed to be having a high fever, but it was more like a nightmare. The little girl's body was trembling non-stop, and her dehydrated little mouth was letting out terrified cries from time to time. However, she was unable to wake up from the nightmare and was constantly suffering in pain. It was very distressing to see.
The little girl was now under a very low-level voodoo spell.
In the Cultivation World, even the weakest and most incompetent witchcraft apprentice could cast spells that were a hundred times more powerful than this voodoo spell. However, in this mortal world where the spiritual energy was thin, other than the shop owner, Yun You You, no one else of the same kind existed. This kind of thing that was cultivated with evil witchcraft could barely be called a "voodoo", and it might be a very powerful thing.
After all, for ordinary people, voodoo was an extremely terrifying existence. Other than the person who cast it, there was no way to cure it in the outside world. Even going to the hospital was not effective.
Lin Dong originally didn't want to care about such a messy matter.
In his eyes, this level of voodoo spell and the person who cast it were extremely incompetent, and even ridiculous.
The spiritual energy in this world was thin, and cultivation was probably even rarer than giant pandas. Even if there were Qi Refinery cultivators in this world, they would most likely be cultivators who practiced martial arts and Internal Strength. The old man who was drinking tea in You You's house was one of them.
Congenital limitations.
Plus, they couldn't get the real method.
This kind of Qi Refinery cultivator would wander in the Qi Refinery Realm for their whole lives, and it was difficult for them to transcend.
In the mortal world, the various methods of divination and evil thoughts that were circulated were not considered as formal cultivation. At most, they were regarded as unorthodox methods, and they couldn't even be called unorthodox methods. For example, things like folk dancing, supporting spirits, and casting voodoo may be very mysterious in the eyes of ordinary people, but these had nothing to do with cultivation at all. Moreover, they were very low-level and could only be used on ordinary people.
This kind of rubbish had existed since ancient times, and their existence was reasonable. Lin Dong couldn't be bothered to care about it.
However, since he saw this little girl, he felt that she was very similar to the little sister he had met when he had just transmigrated.
Lin Dong had just transmigrated not long ago, and before he met the old beggar, he had wandered for a period of time. Because of the language barrier and being too weak, it was extremely difficult for Lin Dong to survive. One morning, Lin Dong woke up from hunger and found that he had unknowingly fainted in front of the door of a small family. This family's life was also difficult. They relied on working for the nearby small sect "Jade Sword Sect" in exchange for shelter and living, and they dared not take in a "patient" like Lin Dong with unknown origins. They were afraid that Lin Dong would refuse to leave, so they didn't dare to open the wooden door. They only handed out a plate of steaming steamed buns that had just been steamed into their dog hole.
In the dog hole, Lin Dong saw a lovely little girl looking at him with her head tilted.
She put down a bowl of meat soup and slowly pushed it out. "Brother, eat!"
Her smile.
It was a hundred times brighter than the morning sun.
Lin Dong's heart was suddenly illuminated, and he knew that he would never forget this warm smile for the rest of his life …
After more than six years, the sect that this family relied on for survival, Jade Sword Sect, maliciously offended the cultivation sect Blood River Mountain. As a result, they were slaughtered, and all the disciples were killed. The servants were also sold, and the little sister's entire family was sold to the Clear Heart Hall two thousand miles away as servants. Lin Dong learned that in order to repay this kindness, he used a heavy sum of several hundred spirit stones to redeem the whole family. Then, he shamelessly begged all the sects that he knew to protect and take them in. He even used the name of Fairy Piaomiao's appreciation to send the little sister with good potential to the all-female "Dark Mist Flying Immortal Sect" as an inner disciple.
"Brother, eat!" For this sentence, Lin Dong ran back and forth thousands of miles, paid thousands of spirit stones for the ransom, and even became enemies with the Blood River Mountain. When Lin Dong carried the little sister on his journey to search for immortals, he was mistaken for the orphan of Jade Sword Sect's leader. As a result, the two of them were chased by the elite inner disciples of the Blood River Mountain and almost lost their lives.
However, Lin Dong felt that it was very worth it.
If he didn't say "brother, eat" back then, how would he be here today?
The kindness of a meal might not mean much to others, but to him, it was the kindness of saving his life, and it was worth more than a million!
The little girl who was poisoned was somewhat similar to the little sister from back then. Thinking back, when he was being chased by the disciples of the Blood River Mountain and its vassal sect, the Dark Shaman Sect, the little sister was also afflicted by the Nightmare Curse. She was also tormented by nightmares and had a high fever. As Lin Dong overdrafted his energy to nourish her body, he carried her on his back and fled madly in the rain. For a whole three days and three nights, he did not stop for even a moment, and only when they reached the foot of the Dark Mist Flying Immortal Sect did they declare that they were safe …
At that time, after sending the little sister up the mountain and making sure that she was safe, Lin Dong, who had burned half of his life to barely hold on, immediately fainted. After that, he was sick for a whole month, and only gradually recovered after a layer of his skin was peeled off.
Thinking back to the bits and pieces of the past, Lin Dong's thoughts surged slightly.
Let's just treat it as fate in our lives!
To him, it was just a small effort.
But to others, it might be equivalent to saving their lives … Lin Dong suppressed his thoughts, as if he wanted to save the helpless him and the little sister from back then. His fingers lightly knocked on the roof of the carriage, "Carry her out!"
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