Wang Yao didn't speak for a long time after hearing the news.
Someone had died because of this.
"I heard you. Is this what you did?" Wang Yao asked the old man who was still alive.
Although the old man was sick and had been punched by Wang Yao the night before, which made his injuries even worse, he survived tenaciously. This was also related to the fact that Wang Yao had injected a stream of Qi into his body to save his life.
The problem in the village had not been solved. There might still be residual insects. He kept him alive in hopes of reducing unnecessary trouble. Of course, it depended on whether he cooperated.
"At that age, it's also a relief to die in his sleep," Huang Zhicheng said.
"Take back all the insects," Wang Yao said coldly.
"We've taken back all the insects that can be taken back," Huang Zhicheng said. "Some have already flown far away."
At this point, he didn't have any other ideas.
Revenge couldn't be taken.
"Is there any other way?"
"No," Huang Zhicheng said.
"Ah, I didn't expect this!" He sighed.
When he came, he thought of all kinds of results, but he didn't expect to be defeated like this in such a small mountain village.
"I didn't expect to meet someone like you here," he said. "I have nothing to say!"
It was not that they didn't prepare enough for this battle, but that the opponent was too strong.
Not long after, he saw the body of his disciple.
"Chaoyang?!"
His voice was hoarse. He struggled to go forward to see and touch, but his body didn't listen to him at all. He couldn't help but cry.
This disciple was half a son to him. Although he was a bit surly, he was very respectful to him. Over the years, he had done a lot of things for him, and a considerable number of them were not to be seen in public. For him, his hands were stained with blood.
How could this be the result?
He felt as if something had pierced his heart. It was very painful, very painful.
"It's you?!" He looked at Wang Yao.
"It's me," Wang Yao said calmly.
The old man's body trembled. It was hatred. It was anger.
Cough, cough, cough. Ah, ah!
The old man cried and coughed. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
"Yinghao, live well. Don't think about revenge!"
This was the last message he left for his disciple.
Thump, the old man fell backwards.
Dead!
Of course, this matter was not over yet.
Sun Zhengrong worked in the dark to minimize the impact of the whole thing. At the same time, he took out a portion of the money and distributed it to the villagers who were affected by this incident.
The villagers in the village were shocked by his generosity.
The police from the county and the city came to investigate within a certain range. They didn't alert too many people and then left.
Before they arrived, Sun Zhengrong's men had cleaned up the place where the battle had taken place in a very short period of time. All the bullet shells, arrows, and even the bloodstains had been cleaned up by them. Just from this point alone, you can't help but admire their abilities.
The matter seemed to have ended just like that.
Not many people would care about the dead.
However, this matter was like a small butterfly flapping its wings. The change couldn't be seen now, but it could be seen in the future.
That afternoon, Chen Boyuan came to the mountain village. His purpose was very simple. He came to ask Wang Yao if he needed help with anything. It was also Mrs. Song's idea.
"No, thank you."
Chen Boyuan could see that Wang Yao's mood didn't seem to be as calm as usual. After chatting for a while, he didn't stay for long.
Wang Yao didn't stay idle that day. He walked around the village. In the village, on the surrounding hills, and in the forest. He wanted to make sure that the terrible poisonous insects were not scattered in the village. Otherwise, it would be a problem in the future.
There were poisonous insects.
The insects were not much bigger than ants. The mountain village was surrounded by hills. It was very difficult to find them.
This is troublesome!
Wang Yao thought.
He just hoped that in this cold winter, the bad weather could prevent the insects from breeding and spreading.
This matter couldn't be completely covered up. It was the villagers who discovered the abnormality.
The atmosphere in the village was a bit strange.
"Yao?"
"Yes, Uncle, what's the matter?"
"You know that family, right?"
"Yes, they came to see the doctor," Wang Yao said.
"Well, they left after seeing the doctor, right?"
"Yes."
"That's good."
This was not the first person to ask Wang Yao this question.
"It seems that the villagers are very worried," Wang Yao said to himself.
Even though Sun Zhengrong had compensated them, he couldn't comfort everyone.
His parents insisted on coming back today, but they were stopped by Wang Yao. He couldn't explain it clearly over the phone, so he drove directly to his grandmother's house and briefly told them what had happened.
After hearing this, the couple fell silent.
"The villagers, are they okay?" Wang Fenghua asked.
He was a loyal and kind person. If anyone in the village was hurt because of this incident, he would blame himself very much.
"Most of them are fine. An old man passed away."
"One person died?"
"I've seen him. The old man passed away very peacefully. He was sick," Wang Yao said.
He was comforting his father. Even if the other party was already over eighty years old, even if the other party had an old illness, no one could deprive him of the right to live. Perhaps he still had unfulfilled wishes. Who wouldn't want to live for two more years? If not for this matter, he might be able to live for three more years.
Wang Fenghua didn't say anything after hearing that. He just smoked quietly. Looking at his expression, it was obvious that he was blaming himself.
"Dad, don't blame yourself too much," Wang Yao said.
"Okay." Wang Fenghua just responded. He still lowered his head and smoked.
Wang Yao stayed at his grandfather's house for a while. He then drove home.
It was getting late.
He stayed in the herbal field, gently stroking the dog that was squatting next to him.
"San Xian, thank you and Da Xia for your hard work," Wang Yao whispered.
If they had desperately helped this time, he was afraid that the fire would have started. He couldn't imagine how much damage his forest would have been, but it certainly wouldn't be like this. Only a few dozen trees in the periphery were burned. At the same time, it made him realize that the defense of the herbal field was simple.
This time, it was only one person. If there was another person, there would be another group of people.
"I have to think of another way."
He didn't go to sleep until late at night.
The next morning, the clinic opened as usual. However, no one came to see the doctor in the morning. A few people from the village came, but they all came because of the incident that night.
They all expressed their concerns.
In the face of these elders, Wang Yao just explained. He didn't say much.
It was useless to say more.
Thousands of miles away in Jing, the sky was gloomy. Snow was falling.
A beautiful family member sat in a wheelchair and looked at the falling snow outside. Her mind was elsewhere.
"Mom, did Sir have something urgent? Why did he leave in such a hurry?"
"Yes, something urgent," Song Ruiping said.
When she told her daughter that Wang Yao was in a hurry to go back because of something at home, she could see her daughter's deep disappointment.
"Do you need our help?"
"I have asked Chen Ying to tell him," Song Ruiping said. "If he needs our help, just let us know. Boyuan is also there."
"That's good."
What is it?
Su Xiaoxue looked outside.
She wanted to see it.
That afternoon, Wang Yao had a simple meal. When he was about to go up the mountain, he met someone from the village. It was a middle-aged man with his son, a child of seven or eight years old.
The child's face was blue, and his body was shaking.
He was poisoned.
"Yao, can you take a look at Haoze? What's wrong with him?" the middle-aged man anxiously asked.
"Don't worry. Put him down first."
Wang Yao looked carefully. He was poisoned. In fact, it was insect poison. He was bitten by the insects released by those people.
The treatment was not troublesome.
Wang Yao simply boiled a cup of detoxification grass into water and then let him drink it. After waiting in the clinic for less than ten minutes, the dark green color on his face began to recede. His complexion returned to normal, and then his breathing became smooth. It seemed that he was going to return to normal soon.
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