In less than two quarters of an hour's flight, Li Qingfeng could see Wangjiacun.
This was a good thing, but in the middle of the night, the lights in Wangjia Village were brightly lit, indicating that something was wrong.
Li Qingfeng frowned. Was it because he was missing? Impossible, how can there be such a big fuss when he disappears?
Not feeling any trace of spiritual power fluctuations in his consciousness, Li Qingfeng hesitated for a moment, landed on the ground, and walked toward the village with the little boy in his arms.
In the village, several clan elders and Liu Zhen stood at the entrance of the village, while several young men collapsed on the ground crying, looking frightened.
Looking carefully, they were a group of people who went into the mountains to look for hunters, and Li Qingyuan was among them.
"There's a ghost! There's a ghost!"
"The red-clothed ghost bites people and sucks blood! As soon as Lao Wu was bitten by it, his whole body shrank!"
"All dead...all dead..."
A group of people entering the mountain ran into the red-clothed devil released by the old man in black robes. More than thirty people entered the mountain, and only a few escaped.
"The eldest brother is dead, uncle! Uncle! The third brother is also missing. I beg you, please let me look for him. He is my biological brother!"
Liu Zhen's face was ashen. In front of him, Li Qingyuan was pushed to the ground by the caravan's guards. His nose and tears were flowing, and he kept banging his head on the ground.
Li Qingshi is dead and Li Qingfeng is nowhere to be seen. How can he explain to Qiniang?
He suddenly stepped forward and picked up Li Qingyuan, slapped Li Qingyuan hard on the face, and yelled: "What are you doing? What are you going to do? Are you going to die?"
Half of Li Qingyuan's face was swollen. He gritted his teeth and shed a stream of tears.
Seeing his tears, Liu Zhen's tone softened: "Your mother is the only biological son left. You are the eldest in the family now, and you have to shoulder the responsibility."
Li Qingyuan didn't speak, just shed tears.
Just as he was talking, there was a sudden noise at the entrance of the village, and Li Qingyuan's eyes suddenly lit up. He didn't know where the strength came from, he broke away from the two bulky caravan guards, and rushed towards the entrance of the village.
It was Li Qingfeng who was back.
The caravan guard looked at Liu Zhen, who waved his hand and let him go.
Before Li Qingfeng stepped into the village gate, Li Qingyuan rushed towards him, hugging him with snot and tears streaming down his face. He hurriedly hugged the little boy aside to avoid being crushed.
"Third brother! You scared me to death! You scared me to death... Big brother is gone and we can't find you... Fortunately, you're okay..."
Li Qingfeng had already heard the cries of the young men in the village and knew about the red-clothed ghost. He looked at Li Qingyuan with half of his face swollen and hugged him while crying and laughing. He also heard that Li Qingshi was dead, and felt quite uncomfortable in his heart. . After all, this incident happened because of him, and Li Qingshi ended up like this because she wanted to accompany him into the mountains.
Li Qingfeng was speechless and could only let Li Qingyuan hold him. In his previous life, he had no relatives or friends, and he was alone. No one had ever cared about him so much.
He spoke slowly: "This matter started because of me, second brother, I will end this matter sooner or later."
"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay..." Li Qingyuan didn't hear clearly what he was saying, cried for a while, and then calmed down. He wiped his tears, looked at the little boy Li Qingfeng was holding on his side, and asked, "Is this...?"
Li Qingfeng didn't mention what he just said and glanced at the little boy. The little boy had his eyes closed and was breathing evenly.
"I picked it up in the mountains and forests. I don't know which family's child brought it back first."
Li Qingyuan had no doubts. He wiped his face with his hands and said, "I'll let the village chief Wang and the others take a look later..." He saw Liu Zhen walking over and hurriedly pulled Li Qingfeng over to Liu Zhen. Welcome.
"You, I told you not to go into the mountain...forget it, go and rest, we have to travel tomorrow." Seeing the two of them in a panic, Liu Zhen didn't say anything more, and didn't ask what was in Li Qingfeng's arms. What happened to the children? I just waved my hand and asked them to go down and rest.
In his heart, he was quite resentful of Li Qingfeng's insistence on going into the mountain, but he was his sister's most beloved son, and he couldn't beat or scold him, so he just turned a blind eye.
Li Qingfeng didn't say anything else. He and Li Qingyuan went to the village chiefs and elders of Wangjia Village to ask whose family the child belonged to. The elders said they had never seen it and had not heard of any family that had lost its child.
"Is he an orphan..."
Li Qingfeng frowned, guessing that the child might have been brought from somewhere in Beishan.
He patted Li Qingyuan on the shoulder and said: "Second brother, you go to rest first. I will also go to rest. We will ask the child after he wakes up." He then pointed at Li Qingyuan's swollen face and said, "On the face The injury...go get some herbs and apply it."
Li Qingyuan nodded and asked him to rest early.
Li Qingfeng nodded in agreement, waved his hand, and turned towards his tent.
Just as he was about to enter the tent, he suddenly remembered the bamboo pole.
He didn't see Zhugan's mother at the entrance of the village just now.
Li Qingfeng paused for a moment, put the little boy into his tent and let him lie down, and walked towards Zhugan's home.
Before reaching Zhugan's home, he saw Zhugan holding hands with an old woman and sitting quietly on the roadside. They didn't light lanterns, they just sat quietly, as if waiting for someone. Zhugan's eyes were red and swollen, obviously he had just cried.
Not far away is Zhugan's home, which is brightly lit and the courtyard door is half-open. From time to time, voices can be heard coming from inside.
Seeing Li Qingfeng, the old woman stood up with a bamboo pole and came over.
"I am Zhugan's grandma, and you are Brother Li, right?"
Li Qingfeng looked at her and the bamboo pole, and then at the brightly lit courtyard not far away. He was silent for a moment and saluted her.
"I am Li Qingfeng. I have met the old lady."
The old woman nodded, stepped forward, took one of his hands, put Zhugan's hand on his, and said to him: "Brother Li, this child's mother always asked Zhugan to read more books, and then he will Let me follow you, okay?"
Li Qingfeng looked at the bamboo pole, and the bamboo pole was also looking at him. He took the bamboo pole's hand and said to the old woman: "Don't worry, old lady, I will teach the bamboo pole well, and let him come back to see you more when I have the chance."
After hearing what he said, Zhugan's grandma nodded. After a moment of silence, she shook her head and said, "There's no need to come back. I don't have a few more years to live. Let him follow you."
She turned her head and looked at the yard of Zhugan's house, where the noise of several men and women could be heard.
"You don't have to come back and suffer from these... insults."
Hearing this, Li Qingfeng was slightly stunned. This old man was really smart and decisive. If he had spiritual roots, he would definitely achieve great success on the road to immortality. She knew that even if the bamboo pole stayed in this house, she would only suffer a miserable life as an old lady who was half buried in the ground. She might as well just cut it off in two and follow Li Qingfeng from now on, believing that Li Qingfeng would not treat him badly.
Li Qingfeng had already heard the quarrel in the house, but it was just about dividing the family property.
He was silent for a moment, then saluted Zhugan's grandmother and said, "Don't worry, old lady, I will treat Zhugan as my younger brother."
Zhugan's grandma nodded: "I'll be relieved then."
Pulling the bamboo pole's hand, Li Qingfeng asked him to say goodbye to his grandma. The little boy knew that he was leaving his grandma, so he let go of Li Qingfeng's hand, hugged his grandma and cried non-stop.
Zhugan's grandmother patted Zhugan's back gently and said to Li Qingfeng: "Brother Li, this child has a hard life, and I will leave it to you from now on."
Li Qingfeng nodded, gently touched the head of the bamboo pole, and said, "Say goodbye to grandma, I'll wait for you nearby."
Although he had no relatives or friends in his previous life and put profit first, he was not cold-blooded. After today, Zhugan will embark on the path of cultivating immortals. There is a difference between immortals and mortals, and the number of times he can see his grandma again is limited. Li Qingfeng didn't want to disturb their separation.
