It was hard to imagine how ferocious a Soul Formation cultivator's strength must have been to directly go into shock after suffering two backlashes.
In the evening, Director Li received another call from his leader. He would continue to deal with a patient who was on the green rescue channel.
On the way, Director Li's assistant was reporting the situation to him.
"How's the patient's condition now?"
"Initial diagnosis is that it's shock caused by a concussion …"
Director Li was startled. "…" How could it be another f * * king concussion … were cultivators' brains so fragile nowadays?!
"What caused it?"
"According to surveillance footage from Haixing Road, the cultivation police station found that the patient fell from the sky and hit the green belt. The cause is still under investigation … "The assistant replied," But initial diagnosis is that the patient's injuries have nothing to do with the fall, and her concussion had already formed before the fall. The cultivation police station has sent Officer Wang, who is very experienced in criminal investigation. Based on his assessment, he believes that the real cause of the patient's injuries is related to the explosion in that high-end apartment building a kilometer away. "
Director Li nodded. "Mm, I understand. I'm on my way there now. Follow up on the situation, and once you understand the cause of the patient's injuries, be sure to let me know right away … The city police station has given me another order to save this person's life at all costs. "
The assistant: "Don't worry, Director, Officer Wang is very experienced, and he's doing his best to investigate the case. He's analyzing the cause of the case! Just now, he finished watching an entire season of Detective Conan! "
"…"
For some reason, Director Li wanted to cry but had no tears.
Sure enough, studying medicine couldn't save a cultivator!
…
…
At around ten o 'clock that night, a person who shouldn't have been there appeared outside the Wang family's small villa.
Song Qingshu stood at the entrance of the villa with a briefcase with five holes in his left hand and a pair of long johns tightly clenched in his right hand.
According to Song Qingshu's original plan, he should have taken a supersonic plane to Mixiu nation. But at the last moment, Song Qingshu realized that he had chickened out.
He had fled Mo Immortal Castle in an attempt to break away from the organization, and had even seriously injured the Lady's right-hand man, Ah Zuo. The Lady would definitely mobilize all her forces to hunt him down and kill him. Song Qingshu felt that he had no way out. Even if he escaped abroad now … it was still very unsafe!
What should I do?
Song Qingshu pondered for a long time in the small garden downstairs of the apartment complex, quietly reviewing his life. He felt that everything he had done since he was young had not been smooth sailing …
Once, he deliberately tricked people in a ranked match. In the end, he met a youth with explosive hand speed. That person called himself Ye Xiu and used a hero to smash five people on the other side. He killed the other side more than thirty times in a row, and in the end, the other side surrendered …
Once again, he snatched a lollipop from a child at home, only to be beaten up instead. Not only did that child say that he was a disciple of Shaolin Temple, that he had learned Qigong from Qigong Master Wang Lin, and that he had learned the S-shaped snakeskin movement from the talk show actor Bobo …
Another time, he peeped at a young lady bathing, and was almost caught and beaten into a mussel by her boyfriend … That person claimed to be the campus belle's personal expert, and that he had countless girlfriends, all of whom he f * * king got along with!
While Song Qingshu was thinking about life, the sirens of the cultivation police car and the fire department's rescue vehicle, accompanied by a dazzling red warning light, swaggered through the entrance of the residential area … In that moment, it was as if a drop of Glycerin had been poured into Song Qingshu's brain, and he instantly figured it out!
Now that things had come to this, he had nowhere to go. If he had to find a way out, the Wang family's small villa was his only way out.
But what reason did he have to look for the seniors in this villa?
Song Qingshu looked at the long johns in his hand, which had saved his life twice, and clenched his teeth …
So now, he stood at the entrance of the Wang family's small villa.
It was past ten o 'clock, but no one was asleep in the Wang family's small villa. Mother Wang was upstairs brushing up on her face and putting on a face mask, while Father Wang was still working hard for his readers in the study. Downstairs, the old man was watching a new large-scale ethical drama called "Take Me Along, Old Driver." This drama told the story of a disabled but strong-willed retired driver who, in order to realize his dream of becoming a champion driver, took his two daughters racing on Mount Qiu Ming, and in the end trained them to become champion drivers.
The old man was lost in the drama when the villa's doorbell suddenly rang. He was old and a little hard of hearing, and only came back to his senses after the doorbell rang for a while. At the same time, Wang Ling, who was on the second floor, also looked down …
"Who is it?" With his hands behind his back, the old man strolled over unhurriedly. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a man standing at the entrance, looking a little down and out. Judging from his appearance, the man was already in his thirties. He looked a little haggard, had a scraggly beard, and looked a little slovenly.
The old man narrowed his eyes. "You are?"
Song Qingshu probed him with his spiritual senses, and found that the old man standing in front of him seemed to be just an ordinary old man without any spirit energy to speak of. Even so, Song Qingshu still didn't dare be the slightest bit negligent.
What if … the other party was deliberately hiding his strength?
"Senior …" He looked at the old man timidly, and after a moment, he finally took a deep breath. As if summoning up his courage, he looked at the old man in front of him and held up the long johns with both hands. "I … I'm here to return the long johns!"
Old Man Wang was blank for a moment, and then realized that the long johns really did belong to him. This was because Old Master Shen had bought these long johns from the textile market back then. During the mass sale, Old Master Shen had bought dozens of them at once. He could tell at a glance that they were familiar to him.
"They're my long johns." The old man nodded, then looked at Song Qingshu and asked, "Do you have a problem?"
Even though it had been almost an hour since Ah Zuo's assassination attempt, Song Qingshu's hands were still trembling. He was a little speechless, and didn't know what to say.
When all was said and done, the old man was an experienced veteran. When he was young, he had seen all kinds of people. He had also been a chef for decades, and had seen all kinds of diners. Like a roundworm, the old man knew what those diners were thinking when they frowned.
The old man could tell that Song Qingshu's real purpose wasn't as simple as returning the long johns. He probably had something else to ask of him. Furthermore, it was already so late, so it was obviously a little unusual for him to come knocking at this time.
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