"Oh, there are training exchanges in this area?" Wang Yao was surprised.
"Yes, the world is big, and there are all kinds of strange things," Zhong Liuchuan said. "He is talented and willing to work hard. He is a psychopath who likes to kill people and even abuse himself. However, it is undeniable that his success rate is extremely high. He is the trump card of the organization and does not easily make a move. I just did not expect to meet you here."
That day, he had been worried that Wang Yao might be in danger. Although he knew that Wang Yao's cultivation was extremely high, that guy also had many means and had never failed. He did not expect to be defeated so easily. There was no room for him to fight back.
"Does he have a tendency to self-abuse?"
Zhong Liuchuan asked. "Yes, it is very famous. It is said that the way to improve oneself is through self-abuse training," Zhong Liuchuan said.
"Then he is seriously ill," Zhong Liuchuan said. "He may be incurable." Self-abuse was also a kind of mental illness. Sometimes, mental illness was more terrible than physical illness.
Zhong Liuchuan was silent for a while.
"Sir, in fact, I am a bad person." When he said this sentence, he was very serious.
"I am not a judge," Wang Yao said after a moment of silence. "Moreover, you helped me and saved my family."
Wang Yao did not care about whether the past was right or wrong. Whether it was a bad person or a good person, he could not control it. He only looked at the present and the future. As he had just said, Zhong Liuchuan had helped him more than once. He was not a bad person now.
"Thank you, Sir." Zhong Liuchuan was stunned.
"In fact, I am very curious," Zhong Liuchuan said. "Is there no one in charge of the so-called organization you mentioned?"
Wang Yao did not know the situation in other countries, but he was very clear about the domestic situation. The domestic control of knives was very strict, not to mention such an organization engaged in the assassination industry.
"Of course, there are people in charge," Zhong Liuchuan said. "The domestic situation is different from that of foreign countries. There was a period of time when it was very harsh. The organization was almost destroyed, but they found a very suitable scapegoat. It was not easy to cope with it. Then, their vitality was greatly damaged and they were dormant for a while."
"Who could organize such an organization?"
"I don't know," Zhong Liuchuan said. "By the way, maybe the person who was killed by you knows."
"Him?"
"By the way, Ah-Sen, who came last time, is also one of them."
"Him too?"
"Yes, his level inside is about the same as mine. We've even fought before, but he probably knows more than me."
Through an unexpected incident, a dinner for two people, Wang Yao accidentally came into contact with another side of the world. A legendary thing that he once thought only existed in novels and movies was actually real. Perhaps it was right beside him.
"I was hiding from them," Zhong Liuchuan said. "I didn't expect them to find me so soon. I'll leave with Anxin tomorrow."
Originally, he thought that the matter had passed and it had been long enough that they might have forgotten. He also wanted to live a normal life with his sister. He didn't expect that everything would become an extravagant hope.
"Why?"
"I know something that I shouldn't know," Zhong Liuchuan said. "I thought no one knew, but it seems that they should know. Even if he fails, there will be other people coming. Staying here will only cause more trouble for you."
"Trouble? Do you think I don't have enough trouble?" Wang Yao was very sincere.
"Sir?" Zhong Liuchuan didn't expect Wang Yao to directly ask him to stay.
"Don't worry about causing me trouble. It's settled."
Zhong Liuchuan was silent for a long time.
"Let me think about it."
"Okay, let's eat."
After dinner, the two of them returned to the mountain village. It was past 9 p.m., and the village was quiet.
When Wang Yao returned home, his parents were still awake. They were watching TV, but their hearts were obviously not on the TV program. After hearing that Wang Yao had returned, Zhang Xiuying came out of the inner room.
"Are you okay?"
Something had happened in the village that day. Another person had died, and it had a lot to do with their son. The news spread quickly. Almost everyone knew about it. The couple was worried about their son.
"I'm fine," Wang Yao said. "You should go to bed early. I'm going up the mountain."
"OK, be careful on the road."
At night, Wang Yao went up the mountain again.
In the cottage, a bonfire was lit.
The multifunctional pot for herbs was boiling slightly, exuding a unique medicinal smell. There were some wooden plates in the medicinal soup.
Late at night, the lights in the cottage went out.
The next morning, the sun was shining.
The clinic was open for business.
After checking on Wen Wan, Wang Yao said, "She's fine."
"Really?" Although she had felt that there was no problem with her body, hearing this from Wang Yao's mouth still made Wen Wan and her son cry with joy.
"Really."
"That's great, that's great. Thank you so much." Wen Wan didn't know how to express her inner joy at the moment and express her gratitude to Wang Yao.
In a way, it was a terminal illness, but Wang Yao had miraculously cured it. The price was that more than one-third of the box of ointment for continuing life in the world had been used.
The mother and son left after thanking him profusely.
Life was the most important thing for everyone, not to mention things like freedom.
Should one live an ignoble life or die with dignity?
Most people would probably choose the former, right?
In the detention center of Lianshan County …
In a prison cell …
Sen stared at the window that was only a few square feet. He was very thin, and his face was strangely red.
"Ah, I didn't expect this to be my home." He sighed.
His body trembled slightly. He gritted his teeth as if he was enduring some kind of pain.
"Well, well, well!"
When the sun shone through the window into the prison cell, he had closed his eyes peacefully. The rays of sun shone on his body.
"What, the prisoner is dead?"
"Yes."
"How did he die?"
"I don't know, but it shouldn't be suicide."
"Tsk, troublesome."
Even in the prison, a dead person was a troublesome thing. They needed to write a report. If they encountered some prisoners with a background, it would be even more troublesome.
"Hurry up and go through the procedures."
"Yes."
The news didn't take long. Wang Yao also knew about it.
"Is he dead?"
"Yes, he died in the prison cell. I remember you once said that he wouldn't live long," Wang Mingbao, who told Wang Yao the news, said.
"Yes, he was sick, a very rare disease." He had already seen it when he came to the mountain village to try to kill him.
"Tsk, why did he become a killer when he was sick?"
"Have some tea." Wang Yao poured him a glass of water.
"Thank you. Well, this tea is good. Do you have any more? Give me some to try."
"Yes, take it later."
The two brothers continued to chat. On the tree outside, the cicadas were a little irritated.
"Have you been going out a lot recently?"
"Well, you don't look very good," Wang Yao said. "You have to pay attention. There is no such thing as earning all the money."
"I know," Wang Mingbao said with a smile. "Even if I am sick, I still have you."
His brother could even cure the incurable disease. His part-time job was the reincarnation of a miracle doctor.
"It's better not to be sick or suffering."
In fact, the process of every illness and treatment was damage to the body. If it was light, it was nothing. It could be repaired. If it was serious, it would be serious damage to the body's origin. It was so serious that it could not be repaired by ordinary methods, such as a major surgery.
Someone came.
Wang Yao heard a knock on the door and saw a person come in.
It was not a patient, but Zhong Liuchuan.
"Sir."
"Sit down and have some tea," Wang Yao said.
"I've thought about it. It's better to leave." Zhong Liuchuan's answer surprised Wang Yao.
"Why?"
Wang Yao asked. "I know how terrible they are," Zhong Liuchuan said. "They are like maggots attached to bones. Once they stick to you, you can't get rid of them."
"Ha-ha, do you think that if you leave, they won't come back here and trouble us?" Wang Yao asked. "You have been here before. They will definitely send someone to investigate."
"Well?"
"In fact, I want you to stay," Wang Yao said. "I hope you can take care of this place, my family, and the mountain village when I am not here." When Wang Yao said this, he looked at Zhong Liuchuan. He was very sincere. He did have selfish motives, and what he said was the truth.
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