Ye Tianhao still remembers that when he was a child, he felt distressed when he saw his sister crying, but in fact, it is the same now.

"I know what you think, and we will be friends from now on." Tang Zijun interrupted Ye Tianhao's footsteps and replied, "I have something important to go back to now, so you can go back too." Tang Zijun dropped this sentence and left in a hurry.

Seeing Tang Zijun acting in such a hurry, Ye Tianhao did not continue to pester Tang Zijun's mood, anyway, the coming day is long, what are you afraid of. So Ye Tianhao also left obediently, Ye Tianhao, who was used to making trouble, suddenly became so obedient, which made Tang Zijun a little unaccustomed.

After seeing Ye Tianhao leave, Tang Zijun went upstairs.

I hurried home, only to find that the house was still empty, and someone even called him this morning to ask why his father didn't go to work. Tang Zijun replied, I'm also looking for him. Then he hung up, he really didn't know, where the hell did Dad go.

Was it really that he was seen by his enemies and taken away?

Sitting on the sofa at home, he really wanted to go to Kyoto to find his father, but now he has no ability at all, how can he find him?

Tang Zijun fell into confusion, and the hand covering his eyes picked up and put down several times. He suddenly stood up and ran downstairs.

His heart was in a mess, and he tried to vent in the abandoned factory behind, but he didn't expect to see an old man curled up in a corner of the abandoned factory with his back bent.

At first, Tang Zijun thought that this was just a dead person, so he was so frightened that he immediately stepped forward to observe, and when he learned that the other party was not a dead person, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief. I guess it's a homeless man, but since it's a homeless person, it doesn't matter.

Thinking of this, Tang Zijun turned around and was about to leave, he was not interested in letting others watch the exercises he cultivated.

"Ouch~" Before he stepped out of the abandoned factory, he heard a miserable cry from behind him.

Tang Zijun was shocked, turned his head to the source of the sound in shock, and found that the old man who was curled up in a ball just now was hugging his abdomen, as if he was suffering some unbearable pain.

Tang Zijun frowned deeply when he watched this scene, could it be touching porcelain?

Finding that something was really wrong, Tang Zijun took a few steps back, but the cry of pain in his ears became louder and louder.

Tang Zijun is not a ruthless person, and this kind of voice that obviously sounds like asking for help can't be pretended that he didn't hear it. So gritting his teeth, he walked over to the man.

"That...... Grandpa, are you alright? Tang Zijun asked cautiously.

"Oops~" Finding that Tang Zijun took care of himself, the old man's cry of pain became more and more miserable, he exaggeratedly covered his stomach and continued to shout oops.

Tang Zijun looked at each other with black lines on his head, a little speechless.

"Grandpa, is there anything I can do to help you?" Tang Zijun continued to ask patiently.

"Yes! I'm dying of hunger, can you get me something to eat? The old man suddenly sat up cross-legged, looking at Tang Zijun with pleading eyes, and his movements were so fast that even he, a young man, felt incredible.

Tang Zijun's eyes narrowed, and he quickly reacted.

"You're just hungry?" It's nothing if he's hungry, but there's still something in the fridge at home anyway, so you can give him a bowl of noodles to eat.

"Hungry, young man, you should do good! Good people have good rewards. The old man looked at Tang Zijun expectantly, and Tang Zijun couldn't refuse with that kind of look.

"Come with me, my house is near here, I'll go back and make a bowl of noodles for you to eat." Tang Zijun sighed and spoke.

"Okay." The old man nodded hurriedly, and then immediately got up and followed, still holding a tattered package in his hand. It looks like it's a treasure.

Tang Zijun took him all the way back to the house, and then began to prepare dim sum noodles for the old man as he usually cooked dim sum for his father.

The old man sat at the dining table and waited for Tang Zijun to bring the boiled noodles.

Tang Zijun quickly brought the boiled noodles and placed them in front of the old man.

The old man saw that this bowl of noodles was really indescribably warm, and put a few small vegetables and two poached eggs, exuding a strong aroma. The old man hurriedly picked up the chopsticks and began to snort and eat.

After eating the noodles, I felt comfortable all over my body, and my whole body was much better.

After a full meal, the old man leaned back in his chair and burped, and looked at Tang Zijun with satisfaction, "It would be better if I could still give a little wine." With that, he glanced at the beer on the table.

The corners of Tang Zijun's mouth twitched, hoping that the other party would not gain an inch. But seeing that the other party looked like I wanted to drink, I really couldn't bear it, and besides, my father was gone, and no one drank these beers. So Tang Zijun sighed, stepped forward and picked up a bottle of beer, and then skillfully opened it and put it in front of the old man.

"Good people, young man, have good reward! You're bound to be rewarded. The old man said excitedly, picked up the wine bottle and took two large sips, and drank it directly, Tang Zijun was dumbfounded and speechless.

The speed of this bottle blowing, Dad's remaining five or six bottles are not enough for him to drink alone.

"Uh-huh! I'm really full now, boy, you're alone in this house? The old man touched his stomach contentedly, got up and looked around the surrounding environment, and his last gaze fell on Tang Zijun.

"Hmm." Tang Zijun cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, sent them to the kitchen and began to wash.

"Boy, do you want to learn how to refine the ghost pill?" The old man followed Tang Zijun into the kitchen, and then asked coldly.

"Refining the Ghost Pill?" The movement in Tang Zijun's hand paused for a moment, "Don't joke old man, there are only a few people in this world who can refine the ghost pill." Which one is not the great power above the Soul Venerable, where is what I can refine if I want to. Tang Zijun said the truth, "Besides, the cost of refining the ghost pill is too high, I'm afraid you can also see my current situation, I am now, I have no father or mother, and I have no economic income, so I can only look at the little money left by my father before he disappeared and wait for the university entrance examination." With such a me, what capital do I use to refine the ghost pill? Tang Zijun said extremely lonely, he wanted to learn, but refining the ghost pill was something that the children of the family would not dare to try easily. What's more, it's just a small soul master plus a scattered cultivator?

"Young man, have you ever heard a word, where there is a will, there is a way." The old man's voice fell, and a ray of light emanated from his body, and in an instant, he changed from a rickety old man to a high-spirited young man.