When they arrived at the border of southern Yunnan, the temperature had obviously changed a lot.
Wushi was already covered with ice and snow, and the temperature was about -20 degrees Celsius, but here, it was still about -10 degrees Celsius.
Although both of them were already immune to the cold and heat, Diba still took off his coat under someone's shameless pestering. After all, it was more convenient for a pervert to take advantage of him.
Ding Ning secretly regretted it. It was a pity that he was not riding the Air Force Wings this time, but flying by himself. Otherwise, he could play with air shock. Now he could only take advantage of her.
But as they got closer and closer to Luochuan Town, Ding Ning no longer felt charming. He was a little nervous, but also a little expectant. This was probably the feeling of homesickness.
Although he knew that his home had long been empty, there was still a glimmer of hope in his heart. What if his father had come home?
Diba keenly noticed the ups and downs of his mood and gently held his hand tightly to comfort him.
Diba was still very curious and yearning for Luochuan Town, which carried all the traces of Ding Ning's childhood.
On the way, Ding Ning proudly boasted about the beauty of Luochuan Town. She had no doubt about this. After all, southern Yunnan was a tourist attraction. A remote town would inevitably maintain the most primitive beauty.
But when the two of them landed and saw the dusty town with piles of construction waste everywhere, Dibarton was greatly disappointed. It was not as beautiful as Ding Ning had described. It was like a garbage transfer station, which was unbearable to look at.
"How could this be?"
Ding Ning's face was full of disbelief. If it were not for the neon lights of Luochuan Town Hospital that were still on, he would have thought that he had come to the wrong place.
Diba looked at him and then at many construction sites around him that were still under construction late at night. She suddenly understood and said, "Is it being demolished? That's why it's so messy. "
"Demolition?"
Ding Ning looked around blankly and vaguely remembered that he seemed to have heard someone say that Luochuan Town was going to be developed into a tourist attraction.
"Well, look, the construction site over there is still construction in the middle of the night. They must be in a hurry, so it became like this. After the construction is finished, it should be fine."
Diba said in a comforting manner.
Ding Ning frowned. Although he felt that what Diba said made sense, Luochuan was a pure land in his heart. Seeing this place become like this, completely different from what he remembered, made him extremely depressed.
"I've heard that they want to turn this place into a tourist attraction, but many of the buildings here are from ancient times. They are antique and full of historical charm. Even if these people want to develop a tourist attraction, they can't make such a beautiful town look like this, right?"
Ding Ning's voice was filled with suppressed anger as he walked towards his home with a straight face.
Seeing that he was unhappy, Diba sighed softly and quickly followed. Along the way, there was silence.
"Ouch!"
Diba followed him with his head lowered, thinking about how to comfort him, but he did not expect Ding Ning to suddenly stop. Caught off guard, he suddenly bumped into Ding Ning and could not help but scream.
If it was in the past, Ding Ning would be very nervous and ask her if she was hurt. But this time, she found that Ding Ning did not even turn his head. He stood there with his fists clenched as if he had been struck by lightning, and even his body was trembling slightly.
This made her extremely curious. Following his line of sight, she saw a bungalow with a courtyard. The surrounding houses had all been razed to the ground, and only the courtyard stood there alone, appearing extremely out of place.
Diba glanced at Ding Ning curiously. "Is this his home? But why did he suddenly stop at the door and have such a big mood swing?"
"There's someone in the house. There's light. Is it … is it that Dad is back?"
Ding Ning stared at the shimmering bungalow and said in a trembling voice.
Diba suddenly became nervous. Although she and Ding Ning were committed to each other, she did not plan to get married in a short time, nor was she ready to meet Ding Ning's parents. She hurriedly took out her bag and took out a makeup mirror to see if her makeup was messed up.
Ding Ning took a deep breath and walked slowly but firmly to the yard. Although he could release his Divine Awareness to investigate, he did not do so. The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. He was afraid that the person in the room was not his father but someone else. He would rather uncover the mystery slowly than face the disappointment directly.
After all, the house had been vacant for more than five years. Who could guarantee that the person in charge of the demolition could not contact his family, so he occupied the place and lived here temporarily?
Creak!
The iron gate of the yard was not locked. Ding Ning pushed it open gently, making a slight sound of rusted iron rubbing against each other.
The sound of breathing in the room suddenly stopped, as if the person was aware of the movement outside and held his breath.
Ding Ning's heart skipped a beat and his face showed joy. The person in the room was obviously a warrior with high vigilance. Was it really his father who was back?
Tuk, tuk, tuk!
Ding Ning was not in the mood to observe the small yard that carried all his childhood memories. He took Diba, who was walking step by step with a nervous face, through the yard and gently knocked on the closed door.
There was no movement in the room, and he did not intend to open the door. Ding Ning wrinkled his nose and gently sniffed. His face suddenly changed because he smelled a strong smell of Jinchuang medicine.
"Father!"
Ding Ning was very anxious. He subconsciously thought that his father was injured and hid here to heal. He shouted and rushed in recklessly.
Whoosh!
A flying knife wrapped in a fierce momentum went straight to his face, startling Diba and making her scream.
Ding Ning's heart sank. He instantly concluded that the person in the room was definitely not his father. He never used hidden weapons like flying knives. His only weapon was a knife, a butcher's knife.
Although the momentum of the flying knife was extremely fierce, it was obviously not strong enough. This level of attack could not threaten him. He stretched out two fingers and suddenly caught the flying knife. He stared at the old woman with wrinkled skin and white hair hidden under the shadow of an oil lamp and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you? Why are you in my house? "
The old woman's face was pale, and there was blood at the corner of her mouth. She was obviously injured, and the flying knife had affected her injuries. After hearing Ding Ning's question, her body suddenly trembled. A strange light burst out of her turbid old eyes. She asked in a hoarse and excited voice, "You said this is your house? What's your name? "
Ding Ning frowned. "Now I'm the one asking you, not you asking me. Who are you and why are you in my house?"
A trace of suspicion flashed in the old woman's eyes. She stared at Ding Ning and asked urgently, "Little boy, are you sure this is your house?"
"Of course."
Ding Ning answered with certainty. However, his gaze towards the old woman was already filled with unfriendliness. This person's whereabouts were strange and she was seriously injured. She was probably not a good person.
"Then let me ask you, is your surname Ding?"
The old woman's body trembled slightly and she asked with some excitement.
"Who are you? How do you know my surname is Ding? "
Ding Ning's expression suddenly changed. He looked at her warily and asked.
"Your surname is Ding. Is your surname really Ding?"
The old woman was trembling violently all over. She looked at Ding Ning with surprise and love in her eyes, which made him at a loss for a while.
"Child, then let me ask you, is your father called Ding Lie?"
The old woman stepped forward excitedly and asked with hope in her eyes.
"Ding Lie?"
Ding Ning shook his head blankly. "My father is not Ding Lie. He is Ding Wuyan."
"Not Ding Lie, but Ding Wuyan? Isn't he a hunter? "
The old woman frowned, and her eyes were full of disappointment. But soon she seemed to think of something and put her hand into her bosom.
Ding Ning found that the old woman was wearing a black ancient costume instead of a modern costume. He immediately stood in front of Diba calmly. Although the old woman was not a threat to him, Diba had no combat experience. It would be bad if he was hurt by the old woman.
"Child, look at this photo. Is this your father?"
Unexpectedly, the old woman took out a yellowed photo from her bosom and handed it to Ding Ning.
Ding Ning was very curious in his heart. Secretly on guard, he reached out to take the photo.
Looking at a spirited young man in the photo, Ding Ning was shocked and looked at the old woman in horror. "Who are you? Why do you have a photo of my father when he was young? "
Although the man in the photo was much younger than his father, and his face did not have the horrible cross-shaped scar on his father's face, he still recognized at a glance that it was definitely a photo of his father when he was young.
His father never took photos, and even he didn't have a photo of his father. He didn't expect that the old woman had a photo of his father when he was young, which made him shocked. "Who is this old woman? Why does she have a photo of my father when he was young? "
"Are you sure he is your father?"
The old woman trembled all over, and tears of excitement welled up in her eyes. She looked at Ding Ning with more kindness in her eyes, as if she was looking at her own child, but she still asked cautiously.
Ding Ning realized that the old woman in front of him definitely had a close relationship with his father, so he immediately nodded without hesitation. "Although my father's face is disfigured, I am sure that this is a photo of my father when he was young."
"Disfigured?"
The old woman suddenly widened her eyes and burst out a terrifying light. She asked angrily, "Who, who disfigured my son's face?"
"Ah?"
Ding Ning opened his mouth wide in horror and looked at the old woman dumbfoundedly. He wondered if he had heard it wrong. What did she call his father? Son? Could she be his grandmother?
No, it was impossible. He had never heard his father mention his grandmother when he was growing up. He once asked who his grandparents were, but his father said with a straight face that they had died long ago. How could there suddenly be a grandmother?
"Puff!"
The old woman was seriously injured. At this moment, her emotional fluctuations aggravated her injury. She opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. She fell to the ground and fainted.
"Flaming Snake Venom?"
Ding Ning blurted out in shock. He flashed to the side of the old woman and tried his best to detoxify her.
Although he could not confirm whether the old woman was his grandmother or not, since she had his father's photo when he was young, she must be related to him in some way. How could he not help her when she was in danger?
What's more, Batur's killer had almost poisoned Qi Sha to death with the Flaming Snake Venom two days ago. He did not know who poisoned this old woman. Was this extremely rare demonic beast poison already so widespread? Or could it be that the person who injured this old woman had some special relationship with Batur's killer?
Diba was confused by this sudden situation, but he could tell that this old woman might be Ding Ning's grandmother. He hurriedly went to the kitchen to boil water.
Looking at the cobwebs in the kitchen and the thick dust on the cooking utensils, it seemed that the old woman had just moved in not long ago, probably less than a day.
Diba, who had always been clean, immediately rolled up his sleeves and prepared to wash the kettle and boil water. Only then did he realize that no one had lived here for five years. The water and electricity had long been cut off, and the old woman was lighting an oil lamp.
She shrugged helplessly. She wanted to show off in front of Ding Ning's possible relatives, but in the end, there was no place for her to use her skills.
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