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Narrow alleys, dim lighting, blackened walls, open-air stoves, messy stacks of coarse ingredients and greasy tables and chairs, paired with a strong pungent smell of liquor that can be smelled from afar. Here, it is a restaurant in Jinling City.

Such a restaurant is really a bit incompatible with Jinling, a prosperous place with beautiful scenery and scenery, but in Jinling City, there are more than 3,000 such restaurants.

It is said to be a restaurant, but in fact, it is just a roof with a broken canvas on the side of the road, but it is such a restaurant, but there is never a shortage of customers.

Most of the people who come here are people who live at the bottom of society, that is, the poor.

They endure all kinds of cold eyes and disdain every day, do the dirtiest and most tiring work, and live their most humble days in the ridicule and dislike of others.

Most of them even risk their lives just to fill their stomachs.

They are not only humble, they are even lowly, but they are still struggling.

They want to live. Living seems to have become their only pursuit and goal in this life.

No one will notice them, not even themselves have long since given up.

They don't have dreams, they don't have the qualifications at all.

Perhaps, there are too many beautiful and interesting things in this world, and there are too many lively and prosperous scenes, but these have long been irrelevant to them, and they have nothing to do with them at all, or even nothing at all.

For them, it seems that the only thing worth enjoying every day is to eat a bowl of noodles at this shop after finishing their work.

A steaming bowl of somen noodles with a glass of spirits is the greatest joy in their lives.

At the moment, the night is not too deep, but most of the customers in the store have already left. They have so much to do tomorrow that they naturally need to go to bed early.

In the past, the boss had to call it a day, but today it hasn't closed, because there is still one last customer in the store at the moment.

A man.

The boss lying on the table glanced at the man in annoyance and muttered, "Why hasn't this person left?"

To tell the truth, the boss was very tired of this man, and in recent days, this man had come to him every day for a drink, and every time he sat down late before leaving, so that he had to stay with him until late at night. If it weren't for the fact that the other party drank a lot of wine every day, and made himself have an income of nearly 50 yuan, I was afraid that the boss would have driven people out long ago.

Although he was dissatisfied, fortunately, the boss still had some basic literacy, at least until now, he hadn't driven the other party away. Since the man wanted to sit, he simply let him go, the boss thought to himself, yawned, and fell asleep on the table again.

A pot of the lowest shochu, a plate of fried burnt peanuts, a plate of soy tofu, and a bowl of somen noodles. Such a dish seems to be a little difficult to swallow, but for Yang Xiaofeng, it can be regarded as a sumptuous meal.

He's just a little guy living at the bottom of society. A person like him can still live to eat a bite of food every day, and he really has to thank God that his life is really not easy.

He had no ambitions, no desires, and no thought about what he was going to fight for. But, even so, why did anyone still want him to die?

In fact, this world is very strange, so that Yang Xiaofeng is a little incomprehensible.

He doesn't understand that they are all human beings, and they are all for the sake of living, but why do some people have to die when they live?

He can die, and he doesn't feel innocent, but there are always innocent people.

Like my mother, sister, and Uncle An, the old servants who have lived in Qingshui Villa all their lives, as well as those disciples and miscellaneous servants of Qingshui Villa who died tragically, they are always innocent.

In the end, it was Lin Yuhan.

The woman who seems to be grinning, but in fact has a delicate mind, a lively and cheerful appearance, but always has a little melancholy in her heart. What evil things did she do, and why did anyone do anything to her?

He already knew the news of Lin Yuhan's disappearance, but he didn't look for it, where should he find it?

There are so many people in the Fengyue Sect who have almost searched the entire Jinling City and have not found a trace of her, what can he do alone?

He could only wait.

Although waiting is the most torturous and torturous thing in the world, he still has to wait, and he has to wait.

He knew very well that Lin Yuhan was by no means deliberately hiding. Even if she wanted to hide, she wouldn't hide for long.

It's been almost twenty days since we broke up that day. Not appearing for so long only shows one point, Lin Yuhan has an accident.

But what happened to her?

Before he knew it, the flask on the table was half empty, but he was not yet a little drunk, so he still had to drink.

When he was about to take the flask and pour it for himself, the flask was snatched away by someone else.

Yang Xiaofeng frowned, and when he looked up, Kong Yanshu was already standing in front of the table.

"Is that you"?

"Yes, it's my ......", Kong Yanshu had a little anger on his face, and he was even more angry inside. Because he was worried about Lin Yuhan, he was going to be angry with Yang Xiaofeng, but after seeing him like this, he just shook his head and asked, "Do you know why I came"?

"There is news of Yuhan"?

Kong Yanshu took the empty cup on the table and poured a cup for himself, and then filled it again for himself and Yang Xiaofeng before nodding and saying, "Yes."

"Where is she"?

Kong Yanshu took out the envelope he was carrying from his arms and put it in front of Yang Xiaofeng, and said, "Look for yourself."

Yang Xiaofeng glanced at the envelope that had already been opened and asked, "What is this?"

"A letter".

Yang Xiaofeng slowly raised the wine glass in front of him and asked again, "What did the letter say?"

"April 11, the ethereal peak, Yang Xiaofeng came alone, otherwise it would be ......."

Yang Xiaofeng said lightly: "Otherwise, Yuhan will be in danger of his life"?

"Not bad".

"Where did this letter come from"?

"This morning, it was placed on the table in the study of the master's residence."

"Okay, I see".

I don't know what Yang Xiaofeng understood.

Kong Yanshu said lightly: "What else do you have to ask?"

Yang Xiaofeng said directly: "No."

"That's it"?

"That's ......."

"Alas......", Kong Yanshu suddenly sighed, then looked at Yang Xiaofeng, and said, "Do you know why I sigh"?

"Why"?

"I suddenly realized that you are actually very pitiful......."