Roland had been looking for this strange energy for more than a year.
He had searched the temples inside and outside the county, and other people's ancestral shrines, and found nothing.
But he didn't expect to see it here.
But it was strange that this energy would stick to someone else's scalp.
And this old man was bald.
And quite greasy.
Roland didn't look down on the old man. He knew that anyone at this age would have greasy skin.
But the problem was that he wanted to "eat" this energy, and this thing was hanging on someone else's greasy scalp, which was a bit difficult.
He couldn't eat it.
If it were a young and beautiful girl, Roland could still tolerate it.
But a greasy old man, forget it.
Roland didn't hide his conflicted expression. After the old man asked the question, he found that Roland's strange gaze fell on his head, and he was immediately a little unhappy.
Most bald people were very sensitive to other people's eyes looking at their heads.
This old man was no exception.
"Young man, I asked you if you were Jin Wenwen's family. Why are you looking at my head so eagerly?"
Roland smiled apologetically and said, "I looked there unconsciously, sorry. Besides, neither of us is Jin Wenwen's family. We can only be considered acquaintances at most. "
The old man's face was quite round, and he seemed even more unhappy when he heard that. "Then do you know her family, or do you have her family's phone number?"
Roland shook his head, and so did Qi Shaoqiu.
"You're not lying to us, are you?" Some of the young men in the back said coldly, "Or they know that this woman likes to cause trouble, so they don't dare to admit it."
That was a bit too much.
Qi Shaoqiu was an ex-boyfriend anyway. He leaned against the wall, stared at the strong young man, and said slowly, "I don't know if she causes trouble or not, but I know that she's not out of danger yet. No matter who it is, beating a woman like this, even if it's reasonable, it won't be justifiable in front of the police. If it was the two of you who injured her, chased her to the hospital, and even spoke ill of her, is there something wrong with your head? "
"You!"
The young man looked like an unruly person. He pointed at Qi Shaoqiu and was about to yell.
The old man stopped him, which made the latter look rather gloomy.
Then, the old man looked at Qi Shaoqiu. "Young man, my son is a little impulsive. Please don't mind him. No matter who you and the injured person are, if you know her family, please help me contact them. We can talk about compensation. No one wants this matter to be brought to the police station. "
Qi Shaoqiu's face gradually turned cold, and he changed from leaning against the wall to standing with his arms crossed. "So you really did injure him."
"But it's not our fault." The old man said helplessly, "We, father and son, were practicing the few moves passed down by our ancestors at home. She came to our door, and not only was she overbearing, she even threw our ancestor's portrait that was hanging in the hall to the ground. We were so angry that we took action."
Roland and Qi Shaoqiu were speechless.
In the southern border, many locals had large plots of land in their homes. They liked to build a 'house hall' in their homestead, which was also known as the ancestral hall in the north. It was used to enshrine the portrait of the old ancestor, or one or two ancestral tablets. It was one of the local customs.
Jin Wenwen threw the ancestor's portrait on the ground as soon as she came up. Even the gods couldn't stand it.
"She didn't die." Qi Shaoqiu was quite surprised.
Then he felt a little embarrassed and stood leaning against the white wall again, not daring to look at anyone.
"Even if she's in the wrong, we hurt someone and even almost killed her. This is our fault." The old man seemed to understand. "After she was hit, she left in a hurry and ran away on an electric bike. We didn't catch up and thought that she was probably seriously injured, so we came to the hospital to see if we could find her."
"Injured like this with one palm!" Qi Shaoqiu looked the old man up and down. "Do you practice the Iron Palm or the Eagle Claw?"
At this time, the young man stood up and said, "It wasn't Dad who hit her, it was me. That girl had learned some Sanda and thought that it was really like what they saw on TV, that all the martial arts were no match for their Sanda and free combat sects. Fortunately, I practice the Eagle Claw. If I practiced the Iron Palm, she wouldn't have had a chance to enter the emergency room at all. "
So powerful?
Roland wasn't quite convinced.
But when he subconsciously looked at the old man's head, he believed it again.
If he could use this energy, it wouldn't be a problem to kill someone with one slap.
Qi Shaoqiu looked at the old man, nodded slightly, and continued to stand.
Roland, on the other hand, stepped forward and asked, "Old man, what kind of martial arts do you practice?"
"Iron Head. Why, do you have a problem with it?" The old man squinted at Roland.
The old man didn't like this man who stared at him in a daze the moment he saw him.
Iron Head?
Roland now vaguely knew why this mass of energy appeared above the old man's head. He said, "No, just asking."
The old man ignored them, but the young man's eyes were fixed on Roland and Qi Shaoqiu.
He could tell that these two had practiced martial arts.
Also, they knew Jin Wenwen, so it was even more likely that they had practiced martial arts.
He kind of wanted to practice with his peers, but it was clearly not the time to make such a request.
None of them said anything. Soon, the door of the emergency room was opened, and two nurses pushed the unconscious Jin Wenwen out and sent her to another ward.
Two other doctors walked out with them.
One of them stopped and looked at Roland and the others, asking, "Who is her family?"
After a long time, Qi Shaoqiu sighed slightly and said, "I guess I am."
"If you are, then you are. If you aren't, then you aren't." The doctor seemed rather unhappy.
"Her ex-boyfriend. I haven't talked to her for years. I just happened to see that she was injured, so I came to take care of her."
The doctor was stunned for a moment, and his expression became rather weird. In the end, he still said, "Two ribs on the right side of her chest were broken, and they pierced directly into her lungs. It's not deep, but it seemed to have dragged on for a long time. She didn't come to the hospital directly, and it's already remarkable that she survived until now. Also, her upper esophagus has serious contusions. It seems that she was beaten like this. If you think it's necessary, you can call the police. "
Hearing that, the old man and the young man immediately became nervous.
Qi Shaoqiu said casually, "I understand. How is she now?"
"She's temporarily stabilized," the doctor replied. "But to be on the safe side, she'll stay in the ICU for two days to observe her follow-up. Now go to the counter to pay the ICU deposit. "
Qi Shaoqiu nodded.
Then, the doctor left. There were a lot of patients in a public hospital, and he couldn't stay for too long.
Qi Shaoqiu said to the old man and the young man, "I don't want to deal with her anymore. Helping her is simply the best I can do. If you have time, you can wait here. After I pay the deposit, I'll go to the boxing club and ask her relatives to come over. You can discuss it among yourselves then."
Then, Qi Shaoqiu went to the counter to pay the fee.
Roland looked at the old man and then at his bald head.
The old man noticed this little secret movement, and he was even more unhappy.
After a moment of hesitation, Roland asked, "Old man, will practicing the Iron Head cause hair loss?"
The old man looked even more unhappy, and he was a little angry. "No! It's just heredity. "
The young man took two steps forward and looked at Roland rather unhappily.
He knew that his father was very sensitive about this. Ten years ago, his father still had a dozen strands of hair on his head, and at that time, his father took care of these strands of hair every day. He didn't even take care of his family as carefully as he did now.
But there was nothing he could do. Hair was going to fall, and his head was going to be bald. It was God's will, and no matter how much he cared for it, it was useless.
His hair fell one after another, almost one strand every year. Now, ten years had passed, and all the hair on his head was gone.
Some people had a good mentality and were cheerful with a bald head, but some people couldn't. This old man was the kind of person who became bad-tempered when he went bald.
Seeing that both father and son were angry, Roland wasn't afraid.
He had a feeling that even if they fought together, they wouldn't be a match for him.
"Don't be angry, you two. I'm not being sarcastic," Roland said casually. Roland said casually, "I just want to learn the Iron Head Art from you. I can pay the tuition."
Roland wondered if the old man had a mass of energy on his head because he practiced the Iron Head.
At this moment, Qi Shaoqiu happened to come back from paying the fee. He said unhappily, "Roland, you're still not satisfied after learning boxing and miaodao, and you want to learn the Iron Head? That's too greedy. "
"It's always good to have more skills."
The old man wasn't as angry when he heard that Roland wanted to be his disciple, but he still looked at Roland. "I'm not in the mood to teach you the Toad Art, much less the Iron Head."
Roland smiled. "Then I'll come back to you when I have a chance."
Then, Roland and Qi Shaoqiu left.
After they left the hospital, both of them rented a public bike and were about to ride it. Qi Shaoqiu asked, "I'm going back to find my pickup. Right, do you really want to learn the Iron Head? "
"I'm a little interested."
"Actually, this is a common art. I know how to practice it. You can just come to the saber arts club again. I'll teach you for free."
Roland shook his head. "I can tell that you're not a professional. Other people have lost their hair, but yours is still black and thick."
"What's going on? I'm doing this for … Forget it, I don't want to talk to an idiot like you." Qi Shaobao suddenly became frustrated. "Although you've graduated, you're still a student of the Qi family. If you're free, come to the saber arts club more often."
"I will."
"Don't say yes but don't come."
Qi Shaoqiu waved at Roland and left on the public bike.
Roland was quite happy that he had found a new mass of energy and even the cause of the energy mass.
So, luck was a strange thing. He thought about it and took time to look for it, but he found no clues at all.
He was just taking a stroll to relieve his boredom when he came across something and bumped into it.
It was very strange.
Roland returned home on the public bike with a smile. After lunch, he had a message when he called the communication app.
O 'Neal: "All the personnel have been contacted. You can start work after you enter the game tonight."
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