"Tell me, what do you want from me?"

"Let's make it clear first, let me teach your son to learn martial arts, don't talk about it. ”

On the way home, Li Xuan glanced at He Wangcai and said with a smile.

Straightforward is Li Xuan's style, saving him from following behind him like a drag oil bottle every day, this guy has no malice, it's just annoying, but his daughter is still a classmate with his son.

If he really wants to follow him day by day, Li Xuan doesn't dare to guarantee that he will not be able to help but disappear one day.

As for teaching He Xinxin to practice martial arts, don't even think about it, after five thousand years of practice, Li Xuan's concept of master and apprentice is very strong, similar to the ancient mentality of being a teacher for one day and a father for life, but he is not a teacher on the assembly line of the school, and he will teach if he gives money.

What's more, people's hearts are unpredictable, a ten-digit small rich second generation, if he practices his skills again, he doesn't know what will become of him in the future, in case it becomes a disaster, Li Xuan doesn't want to kill his relatives in righteousness, so he simply cut off this cause and effect from the root.

He Wangcai was stunned, his face was very bitter, such an open and honest conversation completely disrupted his rhythm and made him feel numb.

"I ......"

"Master Li......"

After a few words, He Wangcai took a deep breath and his thoughts flew around.

He knew very well in his heart that this was the last chance, but fortunately...... Li Xuan still gave him a chance, and it was up to him to see if he could seize it.

Gathering his thoughts, he began to speak slowly.

He Wangcai's ancestors have lived in the magic capital for generations, the village is called Xiaodian, it used to be a suburb, a very remote area, it was not even under the control of the magic capital in the early decades, the national policy is good, a few years ago, the new airport was located in the village, and a large amount of land was requisitioned.

All of a sudden, the peasants turned into local tyrants, with nearly 50 households in the village, hundreds of acres of land, and all of them were worth a lot of money by relying on the demolition money.

It's good to be rich, but as the old saying goes, the husband is not guilty.

Tragedy soon struck.

Not long after the demolition money was distributed, the eight-year-old son of a villager was kidnapped, and the kidnappers demanded a ransom of five million and reported to the police, who quickly accepted it.

However, the operation ultimately failed.

The kidnappers were extremely clever and seemed to have insight into all the actions of the police, the money was taken, and the hostages were torn up.

If there is only this one, it can only be said that the family is unlucky.

But nearly half a year later, just when everyone was about to forget about it, a second tragedy happened.

Another little girl has been kidnapped.

The same means.

Same result.

Even though the police made more careful arrangements, they still returned in vain, and in anger, they chased for more than three months, but they still found nothing, and they had no clue at all.

This group of kidnappers suddenly appeared out of nowhere, successfully committed the crime, and disappeared again.

The whole village was terrified, fearing that they would be the next target.

There is a villager who even chose to emigrate in order to avoid the tragedy that might happen to him, but the result is even more terrifying.

About a year later, the family was found on a sparsely populated farm in Australia, a family of three was wiped out, and the murderer even arrogantly left a note - still want to run? None of you can escape!

This is no longer a simple kidnapping case, more akin to some kind of scalp-tingling curse.

Transnational cases, of course, are more difficult to detect, the villagers collectively petitioned, paid money, invited the police, invited detectives, and even some underground forces to go out to Australia, spent a lot of money, and still did not have any clues.

This unsolved case is still hanging.

Such a strange thing is like a sword of Damocles, hanging on the heads of all the villagers, and under the fear, the villagers' mentality is a little broken.

Some began to frantically find women, secretly find lovers, and have more children to disperse the incense, which is a good way.

Some are addicted to the sound of dogs and horses, there is wine today and drunk today, life is still there, and the money is about to be spent.

More of them are people like He Wangcai - buy bulletproof cars, find bodyguards, and never leave their children.

Life is like this, even if you have more money, it is boring.

For more than a year, He Wangcai thought of a lot of ways, went to the public security bureau countless times, and also found martial arts masters on the rivers and lakes, but most of them were liars, even if they had real kung fu, after confessing the truth, they all said that they could not do anything.

This is no longer the era of fists, feet and sticks, such a dangerous thing, the police with loaded guns and ammunition can't handle it, and it can't be solved by fighting.

The story is over.

The sun hung overhead, like a huge fireball, releasing heat continuously, and in the shade of the trees next to the road, the general stuck out his tongue and lay at Li Xuan's feet.

He Wangcai's head was full of sweat, wiped a handful, and looked at Li Xuan with some anxiety, like a criminal waiting for the judge to pronounce the sentence.

Since that day, when Xinxin was kidnapped by Liang Luo, his soul flew, and he thought it was the mysterious and murderous kidnapper, but in fact it was not.

After meeting Li Xuan, he was very stubborn that Li Xuan was most likely to help him, firstly, because of his superb strength and delicate mind, and secondly, it was also luck and fate.

The children of Xiaodian Village are threatened by such a "curse".

Since Li Xuan can save Xinxin once, he may be able to save the second time, and he is a destined nobleman.

For the sake of his son, even if it is one percent possible, he is willing to give 100 percent effort.

Li Xuan stood up.

"Let's go. ”

He Wangcai was a little confused, what does it mean to go?

He stood stunned.

Li Xuan glanced at him, still with that indifferent look, and said, "I can't solve the case, but if your son is kidnapped, I can do it once." ”

On the premise that he is still sincere, Li Xuan decided to help him once, which should be an adjustment to a peaceful life, not to mention, this case itself, Li Xuan is also slightly curious.

Solving cases is not Li Xuan's forte, and he doesn't have so much thought and energy, but if He Xinxin is kidnapped, he can do it once, just with a gesture, at most a wisp of divine consciousness on him.

Where can you go?

When the kidnappers are caught, it is naturally the truth.

Hearing this, He Wangcai's eyes lit up suddenly, his lips trembled uncontrollably, trembling, and he had the urge to kneel.

Pulling him, Li Xuan smiled: "Don't worry about thanks, you have to collect money." ”

"Money...... No problem, as long as you can keep Xinxin safe, how much do you want?" He Wangcai said without hesitation, he had planned to spend money to buy peace.

"What do you think?"

Li Xuan asked rhetorically.

He Wangcai was silent for a while, gritted his teeth and said: "Do you think this is okay? I will pay you a deposit of one million in advance, if Xinxin has an accident, you succeed, I will pay 100 million!"

He is also out of the way, a million is just a drizzle for him, and the money stored in the bank is more than so much interest every year.

If the son is really kidnapped, as long as he can be rescued, he will be willing to let his family wealth be scattered......