Cui Hao turned his head to look at Yelu Minghao and ordered, "Immediately go to the nearby store that sells milk and food, buy some food and drink and come back." Also, buy two blankets and some new clothes, shoes and socks. Be fast. ”

"Yes!"

Yelu Minghao agreed, and his figure disappeared out of thin air.

"Ah......h

As if he had seen a ghost, the little boy suddenly found that Yelu Minghao had disappeared, and he exclaimed in fright and took several steps backwards. Fortunately, Cui Hao's eyes were quick, so he held him up.

Cui Hao showed a kind smile and said, "Don't be afraid. He is a martial artist, a very powerful martial artist. So he's fast, and he's not a ghost. Let's go, take me to see your sister, she's young, and it's not safe to stay alone in the ruined temple! ”

The little boy hesitated for a moment, looked at the place where Yelu Minghao disappeared again, and then asked in a low voice, "...... What do you want to give us food? My grandfather once said that a gentleman does not eat what he eats. Even if we starve to death, we can't eat what others give, we have to earn it ourselves. ”

Gentlemen don't eat the food that comes from it?

Cui Hao's lips twitched fiercely a few times, and he had some respect for the old man who died without a mask. However, when the respect faded, it was full of anger. It's just a kid in front of me! If you want him to support himself, he has to live until his two children grow up and raise them, right?

Cui Hao shook his head and said: "A gentleman doesn't eat the food that comes from him, he is talking about a gentleman." You are not a gentleman now, but a child. When children encounter problems, they need the care and care of adults. Let's use an analogy, if your sister is dying of hunger. Are you still unwilling to accept help from others for the sake of that dignity? Just watching my sister starve to death? ”

The little boy shook his head, just as Cui Hao wanted to continue talking. He suddenly said, "If my sister dies, I won't live either." ”

Cui Hao's face froze, and the smile on his face was not very good-looking.

As a martial god-level powerhouse, his perception of everything around him is much stronger. He could clearly feel that the words spoken by this little boy were definitely from the bottom of his heart.

"What's your name?"

"Zhang Zishan!"

Cui Hao nodded and said, "Then can you sue me, your parents, and the grandfather who adopted you." How did he die? Don't you have any relatives besides them? ”

Zhang Zishan was silent again.

Cui Hao looked at his silent appearance, sighed secretly in his heart, and was about to get up and take him to the broken temple when he accidentally found a hatred flashing in his eyes.

That's right!

It's hate!

That kind of hatred is absolutely from the heart, and it is absolutely unforgettable.

There is a story!

Cui Hao's heart moved, and he didn't ask about this matter again, but grabbed the black sack in his hand. Directly picked him up with one hand and said, "Let's go!" Let's go see your sister, and if you want, I'll be responsible for raising your brother and sister in the future. Give you good food, good clothing, and good housing, so that you can live a worry-free life. I can even get you to school. Teach you to cultivate, and you will be able to get ahead in the future. ”

School?

Practice?

Zhang Zishan was stunned. He just looked at Cui Hao, who was holding him, with deep longing in his eyes. Just when Cui Hao was about to cross this alley with him in his arms. When he arrived at the lush woods, he suddenly said, "Heavenly God Altar! My parents were killed by the people of the Heavenly God Altar, and my grandfather died of illness! ”

Cui Hao's footsteps suddenly stopped.

His pupils contracted violently when he heard the words "Heavenly God Altar".

Immediately, a Sen Ran killing intent erupted from him, and even the temperature a few meters away around him suddenly dropped by several degrees.

"How can I forget the storage of this cancer? Damn it! ”

Cui Hao secretly blamed himself in his heart.

"Uncle, I'...... I'm cold! ”

Zhang Zishan's body trembled for a moment, and said to Cui Hao.

Cui Hao woke up suddenly, immediately restrained his killing intent, glanced at him apologetically, and strode forward.

The Altar of the Heavenly Gods, a cult organization that houses the lowest level of society, is extremely cruel and has a strong allure in its propaganda. They integrate the true meaning of Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism into one, propagating that everyone should be good, accumulate merits, shape their spiritual roots, sit on the emptiness, understand the mysteries of heaven and earth, transcend the cycle of life and death, and gain the opportunity to enter the divine realm.

Last life!

Cui Hao had heard about the Heavenly God Altar, this sanctimonious organization on the surface, but behind the scenes, it was full of cruelty and blood. They have strict hierarchies and strict dogmas, and after tempting the people to join, they will continue to brainwash them, making countless people crazy and lost, and becoming a tool for those high-ranking organization bigwigs to accumulate wealth and make profits.

Cui Hao still remembers that when the Cui family was destroyed in his previous life, he once found the shadow of the Heavenly God Altar. Because at that time, the tentacles of the Heavenly God Altar were no longer reaching the people at the bottom, but reaching the middle level, or even a small number of high-level positions.

In his previous life, he didn't have time to think about it, but now that he imagined, the picture of the Silver Eagle being killed in the end of the Thirteen Eagles clearly appeared in his mind. And the four black-clothed men who killed Silver Eagle with their own hands were very similar to the high-level leaders of the Heavenly God Altar Organization.

Cancer!

The Celestial God Altar is definitely a cancer!

Moreover, this cancer did not arouse the awareness of any superior in the previous federal era. Even with the establishment of the Haosi Empire and the Shadow Hall Intelligence Organization in all corners of the world, there is still no news of it.

Odd!

It's also very evil!

According to the time of the previous life, the Celestial God Altar should have woven a huge network among the people now, and it should even start to spread to the middle level of the people during this period.

"If, the Haosi Empire is established, there is a butterfly effect, and the development of the Heavenly God Altar is inhibited, I am afraid that this organization has already made a lot of preparations among the people and absorbed a large number of imperial citizens. It seems that the first thing to do when you return to the Demon Capital is to investigate the situation of this organization and get rid of him as quickly as possible to prevent future troubles. ”

The ruined temple in front is already close at hand.

Cui Hao put away his thoughts, looked around, and stepped into the broken temple gate that didn't even have a courtyard gate. To his surprise, his perception was very strong, but he did not feel the breath of a living person, and there was not even the sound of human breathing at all, except for the sound of majestic rain. Could it be that this little boy is lying to himself?

Cui Hao put Zhang Zishan on the ground and said curiously: "Are you sure your sister is here?" ”

Zhang Zishan glanced at the black sack in Cui Hao's hand, then nodded vigorously and ran towards the side hall of the broken temple. Cui Hao did not hesitate, followed closely, and when he stepped into the wooden door of the side hall, his eyes were locked on a tattered wooden bed, the baby who was not breathing at all.

"Dot, my brother is back!"

Zhang Zishan ran over, reached out and carefully picked up the little girl covered with rags on the bed.

"Uncle, my sister she's asleep! When she wakes up, I'll tell her that you're a good person. Zhang Zishan turned his head and said with a shy smile at Cui Hao.

"She's dead!"

Cui Hao felt a sense of depression rise in his heart.

As the emperor of the Haosi Empire, he watched a poor little girl die in front of him like this, and the uncomfortable feeling made him feel extremely low. He knew very well that the little girl had either starved to death or died of illness.

"What nonsense are you talking about? My sister didn't die, she was asleep! ”

When Zhang Zishan heard Cui Hao's words, he was suddenly enraged, and turned his head again to stare at Cui Hao and shouted loudly.

Although Cui Hao couldn't bear it, he still had a heartbreak and said, "She's really dead!" There was no breathing, and the heartbeat had stopped. ”

Zhang Zishan quickly looked at his sister in his arms, his eyes showed a panicked look, and he shouted loudly: "Dot, wake up!" There's a guest at home, wake up, wake up! ”

Screams, shouts.

In the end, I didn't get any response.

Crying, roaring.

In the end, all he was shown was the little girl's pale face, and the shriveled lips without a trace of blood.

"Dot, sister...... Wake up, wake up! Wake up! Don't scare your brother. We're going to have delicious food and drink right away, you like milk, we'll have it right away, wake me up quickly! ”

Tears slid down Zhang Zishan's face, and his eager expression and sad appearance were sad. He can't live without his sister, because his sister is his only relative in this world, and if his sister dies, how can he live? What's the point of him living?

"Sister, wake me up quickly! Grandpa said...... If there is a guest at home, it is not right not to greet it, woo...... Wake up! The candy man that my brother promised to buy for you hasn't been given to you yet! My brother promised to take you to see the big tiger and the big bear, but he hasn't taken you to see it yet! You can't die...... You bring me back to life! ”

Zhang Zishan cried for a while, and found that his sister could not wake up, he quickly turned his head, knelt down in front of Cui Hao with the little girl in his arms, and cried and shouted: "Uncle, save my sister!" I know you're a good person, a great person. Please...... Please save my sister! As long as you can save her, you can do whatever you ask me to do, I'll give you everything, woo...... I beg you ......"

Cui Hao faced Zhang Zishan's bitter pleading, and his heart was like a knife. He understands the feeling of losing a loved one, seeing one by one relatives die tragically in front of him in his previous life, the painful feeling of almost going crazy, too uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

But!

What can he do at this moment?

The little girl's heartbeat was gone, her breath was gone, and judging by the color on her face, she was probably dead for at least half a day. For such a long time, even if Da Luo Jin Immortal comes, I'm afraid he will be helpless! (To be continued......)