Chapter 347

Lin Qian's words made the old man stunned, and immediately stood up from the ground, grabbed the former's shoulder and said excitedly: "Really, you can really save Yan'er?"

After seeing Lin Qian nodding his head affirmatively, the old man's eyes sparkled with hope, and he quickly pulled Lin Qian into his small shabby house.

The room is extremely simple, except for a table, two chairs, and a broken grass bed, there are only some broken tiles left, and nothing else.

On that shabby bed lay a child who was only ten years old, wearing only a thin linen shirt, which was already stained red with blood.

And the child lying on the broken grass bed tilted his head and coughed violently from time to time. Every time at this time, a mouthful of blood would spurt from his mouth.

Seeing this situation, Lin Qian hurriedly stepped forward, holding an extremely dim blood restoration potion in his hand, uncorked the bottle, pried open the child's mouth, and forcibly poured the potion down.

It wasn't that Lin Qian was stingy, but that the child's body simply couldn't bear the stronger potion power.

After pouring the recovery potion, Lin Qian tore off the child's shirt, and his pupils shrank slightly.

There was a black footprint on the child's chest, and Lin Qian didn't need to look much to understand that a soul warrior must have kicked the child in the chest, which caused him to suffer such serious injuries.

It seems that due to malnutrition, the child itself looks much thinner, so that person can also do it?

Lin Qian put his hand on the child's chest with a gloomy expression, and the icy-cold soul power penetrated into the other's body as gently as possible, helping the child digest the power of the recovery potion.

The old man watched from the side, no longer shed tears, but was pleasantly surprised to see his grandson's rapid recovery.

After pulling Lin Qian into the house, the old man regretted that he was so reckless. This young man just came from a remote town, how could he heal his grandson's injury.

Just when he was suspicious, he saw the young man pouring a strange red liquid into the mouth of his grandson, and the palm of his hand activated his soul power to stick to his grandson.

Although the old man didn't understand, he had heard others say that soul fighters sometimes use soul power to heal their wounds.

Seeing that his grandson no longer coughed up blood violently, his breathing was steady, and his face gradually turned rosy, the old man trembled with excitement.

Not long after, Lin Qian withdrew his hand, and the original black footprints on the child's chest had disappeared.

boom!

Just when Lin Qian got up and turned around, the old man knelt down for him with a bang, and the old man burst into tears again, kowtowing to Lin Qian desperately: "Thank you benefactor, thank you benefactor."

Lin Qian hurriedly helped the old man up from the ground. In the old man's eyes, the child's injury was undoubtedly fatal, but to him it was nothing at all: "You don't have to do that, old man, just don't look at me with disgusting eyes. ,Ha ha."

Hearing Lin Qian's words, the old man was not only ashamed, he opened his mouth and didn't know what to say, and finally he could only sigh: "Young man, you are a good person, why do you want to become a demon like the city guard?"

"Old man, the city guard army is the army of the Qin Dynasty, and they are also the people who surround Yushui City. When the three forces of Shuangji Temple, Xiaoyaozong and Blood Spirit Valley attack, they will rely on their protection." Lin Qian couldn't help asking curiously with Wei Jun's expression of hatred.

Lin Qian's words made the old man speak viciously: "Rely on them to protect? Pooh, old man, I wish the Qin Dynasty would be destroyed, and the city guards would become the souls of others!"

After the old man finished speaking, Lin Qian stared at him dumbfounded. He really didn't expect this to be the case.

After finishing speaking viciously, the old man looked at Lin Qian's surprised look, and suddenly reached out to wipe away the muddy tears on his face, thoughtfully.

Immediately afterwards, the old man hurried to the door, poked his head out and looked,

After closing the wooden door and the only small window, he came to Lin Qian.

"Young man, tell the old man, who are you?" After finishing all this, the old man asked Lin Qian in a low voice.

Lin Qian took a deep look at the old man, and the soul power suddenly emerged from his body, covering the entire interior of the hut and isolating it from the outside world, before he said to the old man, "To tell the truth, old man, I am not from the Qin Dynasty .”

Telling the old man was a matter of Lin Qian's deliberation. He could clearly see the old man's resentment towards the Qin Dynasty and the City Guards.

The so-called enemy of the enemy is his friend. Lin Qian still needs the place where the old man lives, so it's better to let him know.

To save the other party's grandson and his own hatred, Lin Qian believed that the other party would help him.

Even if the other party refused, for the success of his plan, Lin Qian could only kill people to silence him. Because once the plan is successful, the casualties of the disciples of the three forces will be greatly reduced, and the benevolence of women is the most stupid in war.

"In this way, the old man will understand, young man, how could you, a kind person like you, want to join the city guards and know that my grandson is injured." The old man grabbed Lin Qian's hand and said happily, as if he knew Lin Qian didn't really want to join the City Guard Army, it was simply a great joy.

Lin Qian moved the two chairs next to him, let the old man sit down, and sat opposite him himself, and asked curiously, "Master, I don't understand, why do you hate the city guards so much? Your own dynasty?"

Hearing Lin Qian's doubtful inquiry, the old man laughed sadly, and asked him back: "If people don't treat you as a human being, are you ruthless? If they kill your son and humiliate your daughter-in-law, how can you be cruel?" Almost kicked your grandson to death, are you ruthless, do you complain?"

Speaking of this, the old man couldn't stop the tears from flowing out again, covering his face with his withered hands: "If it wasn't for your help, young man, I really don't know how to face my son and daughter-in-law after death. "

Afterwards, the old man slowly said to Lin Qian: "My surname is Qi, old man. You can just call me old man Qi. That is my grandson Qi Yan. As I said earlier, my son was killed by the city guards." , just because when he was selling the fur of the soul beast he killed, the city guards took it and didn’t give him any money, so he couldn’t help asking if he could give some soul crystals to the little one.”

"He begged for it very humblely, without any disrespect, but the city guards still came forward and beat my son to death. The reason was that he asked for money, and the city guards took things from us humble people. You should be grateful to Dade, and you should die if you ask for money."

"My daughter-in-law went up to beg for mercy, but they took her away. Ten days later, they sent back Yan'er's mother's body. Because Yan'er cried loudly, the city guards in charge kicked him!"

"Just because I cried loudly!"

Lin Qian remained silent, and took out an extra bottle of low-level recovery potion in his hand, and handed it to the old man to take it.

Because the other party's eyes were glaring with blood and tears, Lin Qian didn't want the old man in front of him to be so blind.