Faisal stood under the lush Roussan fruit trees, his mind racing.

In the last second, he was grateful to the mountain ghosts in his heart.

The next moment, the warm aura began to grow slowly.

It's hard not to think about it.

He had a faint hint of speculation.

Standing still, Faisal fell into deep thought.

After a long time, he suddenly felt the corners of his clothes being torn off.

He looked down and saw that Fiisha was looking up at him with her little head tilted, "Brother, why did you suddenly stop talking? ”

"Just now I was shouting that I was not afraid of being hungry, but now I am shouting that I want to rush back to eat Luo Sang fruit. Faisal smiled, the emotions churning in his heart easing slightly.

Suppressing many doubts, he tied up all the Luo Sang fruits on the ground and walked home with his sister.

After about half an hour's journey, they successfully returned to Qinghe City.

Although Qinghe is known as a city, the infrastructure of the urban area is not perfect, except for a few high-rise buildings in the center, the rest of the neighborhood is basically occupied by low-rise houses - extremely polarized.

The main reason for this situation is that the gap between the rich and the poor is too large.

After all, before that, the bigwigs who controlled the poaching industry controlled most of the city's output value, while the rest of the Tajikistan people shared the few remaining dividends.

I don't know how the right to speak in Qinghe City will be redistributed after the big changes a few days ago.

Hopefully there won't be a second heyday.

Faisal thought all the way about these things that were not available.

He walked through the streets and alleys until he came to an old neighborhood where he and his sister had stayed for the night, in the basement storage room of a three-story house.

The underground storage room is provided by Uncle Solang, and the annual rental cost is almost negligible, which is equivalent to giving it away for nothing.

"Brother, let's send a few Luo Sang fruits to Uncle Solang later? He sent us a lot of rice before, and there shouldn't be much food at home now. Fiiza looked at the familiar house and suddenly looked up and said.

Faisal was somewhat relieved.

He glanced at the houses not far away, and just wanted to make a sound, but suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Faintly, there was a loud noise.

What's going on?

Faisal's heart tightened, and he hurriedly stepped forward.

The closer you get, the more noticeable the noise becomes, mixed with the sound of smashing glass and other objects.

"Pedal Pedal Pedal T

There was a loud sound of footsteps going downstairs in the hallway.

Faisal glanced and saw that the people who came downstairs were a group of strong young men with red satin tied around their wrists.

He looked startled, and hurriedly led his sister to the side, lowering his head slightly to reduce his sense of existence.

After a few moments, when the group had completely walked away, he raised his head again, and a little worry appeared on his face.

Faisal knew the group just now.

After the collapse of the Dingsheng organization, the entire Qinghe City was leaderless.

All kinds of ghosts, snakes and gods have taken the stage, wanting to take this opportunity to fight for the right to speak and seize the interest range.

And the group of young men with red satin on their wrists just now are one of the quite powerful forces.

What are they here for?

It's not for those farms!

Faisal thought about it, and could only associate them with Uncle Solang.

He suddenly became anxious, and hurriedly ran to the third floor.

This house is a two-family house on the first floor.

At this time, the doors of the two houses on the third floor were open.

One of the doors was wide open, covered with dusty footprints, as if someone had just kicked them.

The other door was ajar, and a stocky man was peering out, his eyes glinting with greed, hesitating to take the opportunity to wander around the room across the door.

Seeing this, Faisal couldn't help but glare at the other party fiercely.

The short and fat man snorted lightly, but in the end, he dismissed the idea, and closed the door with his backhand, making a loud closing sound.

"Brother, what's the matter, has something happened to Uncle Solang?" Although Fei Yisha was young, she was born in this land, and she was more precocious than most of her peers, and she was much more sensitive to certain things.

Faisal was uneasy.

He didn't care about comforting his sister at the moment, but immediately walked into Uncle Solang's house.

Although Uncle Solang is a bachelor, he has always lived a good life, and his family has always been in order.

However, the scene in front of me was a garbled word.

Dishes were littered with fragments, tables and benches were broken, and wardrobes, drawers, and other parts that could be used for storage were thrown upside down......

Faisal closed the door of the house as he anxiously searched for a figure inside.

He eventually finds Solang in his bedroom.

The other party was lying under the bed, his head was slammed, and blood was gushing out.

Fiisha covered her mouth to keep herself from screaming, but her eyes were unconsciously red and tearful.

She looked flustered and pointed to Solang, who had fainted, and asked Faisal for help.

However, Faisal was also flustered at the moment.

He barely kept his composure, his eyes wandering around, finding a roll of bandages and a few pill bottles, and using these medical supplies, he applied a simple bandage to the wound on Solang's head.

And then what?

Faisal didn't know what to do.

Unlike the neighboring Yuan Kingdom, medical talents are undoubtedly a valuable resource for Tajikistan.

In the border city of Qinghe, professional doctors are particularly scarce.

In the entire urban area, there are only two regular hospitals.

The rest of the small clinics are basically barefoot doctors, which basically does not play a role in the current situation.

Not to mention that it would take at least half an hour to get to the nearest hospital, and even if they did, they might not be able to afford it......

Faisal was agitated.

Suddenly, his expression moved, and he took out the mountain ghost money that he had hidden closely.

Spend money inside, breath flowing.

Gritting his teeth, he put the money close to Uncle Solang's forehead.

The warm breath began to flow slowly into the other party's body.

Faisal held his breath and watched the scene in front of him with full attention.

He swore that he had never longed for the brief dwelling of the god's gaze as he did now.

Mountain ghosts, if you really exist in the world, please bless Uncle Solang.

Please bless the few people in the world who care about me to survive!

In the cramped and humble house, the young man knelt on the ground, folded his hands and bowed to his eyebrows, and whispered prayers reverently.

Su You stood outside the door and quietly watched everything in front of him.

He followed all the way, originally planning to use the boy as a starting point to seek the wishes of all the people in this area, but he unexpectedly encountered this scene in front of him.

He shook his head to himself.

"The heart of a child is nothing more than this, and this wish that comes from it can be called pure ......"

"It's a pity that this mountain ghost spent money is just the product of my impromptu idea. ”

"The amount of aura it can carry right now can't save the unconscious man's life. ”