Lin Qian's words stunned the old man. He quickly stood up from the ground, grabbed Lin Qian's shoulder and said excitedly, "Really? Can you really save Yan 'er?"
The old man's eyes shone with hope when he saw Lin Qian nod his head. He quickly pulled Lin Qian into his small, run-down house.
The interior of the house was extremely simple. Apart from a table, two chairs, and a broken straw bed, there were only a few broken tiles, and nothing else.
A child who was less than ten years old was lying on the bed. He was only wearing a thin linen shirt that was dyed red with blood.
The child on the bed tilted his head and coughed violently from time to time. Every time he coughed, he would spit out a mouthful of blood.
Seeing this, Lin Qian quickly rushed forward. An extremely dim Blood Recovery Potion appeared in his hand. He uncorked the bottle and pried open the child's mouth. He forced the potion down.
It wasn't that Lin Qian was stingy. It was that the child's body couldn't withstand a stronger potion.
After pouring the Recovery Potion, Lin Qian tore open the child's shirt. His pupils shrank slightly.
There was a black footprint on the child's chest. Lin Qian didn't need to look to know that a Soul Martial Artist must have kicked the child in the chest. That was why he suffered such a serious injury.
It seemed that because of malnutrition, the child was much skinnier. How could that person do it?
Lin Qian's face was gloomy as he placed his hand on the child's chest. Ice-cold Soul Power flowed into the child's body as gently as possible to help the child digest the Recovery Potion.
The old man watched from the side. He was no longer crying. Instead, he was pleasantly surprised to see his grandson's recovery.
After pulling Lin Qian into the room, the old man felt slightly regretful that he had been so rash. This young man only came from a remote town. How could he heal his grandson's wounds?
Just as he was feeling suspicious, he saw the young man pour a strange red liquid into his grandson's mouth. Then, he circulated his soul power and placed it on his grandson's body.
Although the old man didn't understand, he had once heard others say that soul martial artists sometimes used soul power to heal injuries.
Seeing that his grandson was no longer violently coughing out blood, that his breathing was steady, and that his face was gradually becoming rosy, the old man was so excited that his whole body trembled.
Not long after, Lin Qian retracted his hand and the black footprint on the child's chest disappeared.
Bang!
Just as Lin Qian stood up and turned around, the old man knelt down in front of Lin Qian. Tears flowed from his eyes again as he kowtowed desperately to Lin Qian. "Thank you, benefactor. Thank you, benefactor."
Lin Qian hurriedly helped the old man up. In the old man's eyes, the child's injuries were undoubtedly fatal. However, to Lin Qian, it was nothing. "Old man, you don't need to be like this. Just don't look at me with those disgusted eyes. Haha."
Hearing Lin Qian's words, the old man couldn't help but feel ashamed. He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. In the end, he could only sigh. "Young man, you are a good person. Why do you want to become a demon like the city guards?"
"My lord, the city guards are the army of the Qin Dynasty. They are also the people surrounding Water Defense City. When the time comes for the Dual Extreme Hall, the Walkabout Sect, and the Blood Spirit Valley to attack, we will be relying on them to protect us." Lin Qian couldn't help but ask out of curiosity when he saw the hatred the old man had for the city guards.
Lin Qian's words caused the old man to fiercely say, "Rely on their protection? Bah! This old man can't wait for the Qin Dynasty to be destroyed and the city guards to become ghosts under their hands! "
After the old man finished speaking, Lin Qian stared at him in shock. He truly hadn't thought that the situation would turn out like this.
After speaking fiercely, the old man looked at Lin Qian's shocked expression. Suddenly, he reached out to wipe away the muddy tears on his face with a pensive look.
Immediately afterwards, the old man hurriedly walked to the door. After poking his head out to take a look, he closed the wooden door and the only small window in the room before coming to stand in front of Lin Qian.
"Young man, tell this old man. Just who are you?" The old man whispered to Lin Qian after doing all of this.
Lin Qian gave the old man a deep look. Soulforce suddenly surged out from his body and covered the entire room. After isolating it from the outside world, he said to the old man, "I won't hide it from you, old man. I am not a person of the Qin Dynasty."
Telling the old man was something that Lin Qian had thought about. The old man's hatred towards the Qin Dynasty and the city guards was something that Lin Qian could clearly see.
The so-called enemy of my enemy is my friend. Lin Qian still had a use for the old man's residence, so he might as well give him some information.
If Lin Qian saved the old man's grandson and his own hatred, Lin Qian believed that the old man would help him.
Even if the old man wasn't willing, Lin Qian could only silence him for the sake of the success of his plan. This was because if the plan succeeded, the deaths of the disciples of the three factions would be greatly reduced. Being soft-hearted in war was the most foolish thing to do.
"Now I understand. Young man, you are such a kind person. Why would you want to join the city guards? Why would you know that my grandson is injured?" The old man grabbed Lin Qian's hand and spoke happily. It was as if knowing that Lin Qian didn't really want to join the city guards was an extremely joyous matter.
Lin Qian moved two chairs over to the side and let the old man sit down. He sat opposite him and asked curiously, "Old man, I don't understand. Why do you hate the city guards so much and your own dynasty so much?"
Hearing Lin Qian's question, the old man laughed mournfully and asked, "If they don't treat you as a person, will you be ruthless? If they kill your son, humiliate your daughter-in-law, and almost trample your grandson to death, will you be ruthless? Will you be resentful? "
At this point, the old man's tears flowed uncontrollably. He covered his face with his withered hands. "If it wasn't for your help, young man, I really don't know how I would face my son and daughter-in-law after death."
Then, the old man slowly said to Lin Qian, "My surname is Qi. You can call me Old Qi. That was my grandson, Qi Yan. Like I said before, my son was killed by the city guards just because he was selling the fur of a soulbeast he killed. The city guards didn't give him any money, so he couldn't help but ask if they could give him some soulgems as a reward. "
"He asked very humbly and didn't show any disrespect. However, the city guards still went up and beat my son to death. The reason was that he asked for money. The city guards took something from us lowly people, so we should be grateful. If they asked for money, they deserved to die. "
"My daughter-in-law went up to beg for mercy, but they took her away. Ten days later, Yan 'er's mother's corpse was sent back. Yan' er cried too loudly, so the city guard leader kicked him! "
"Just because he cried too loudly?"
Lin Qian remained silent. A bottle of low-grade recovery potion appeared in his hand and he handed it to the old man for him to drink.
Because the old man's eyes were filled with anger and tears of blood, Lin Qian didn't want the old man in front of him to go blind.
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