Chapter 768 An Unexpected Encounter

Wu Kui and Song Shuwen finally stood on the top of the cliff, with the howling wind blowing by their ears, and their clothes rustled in the wind.

Their faces were full of exhaustion, but they also had a sense of joy in surviving the disaster.

Song Shuwen looked at Wu Kui with gratitude in his eyes: "If it hadn't been for you this time, I might not have been able to come here alive. Thank you so much."

Wu Kui nodded slightly, but his expression remained stern: "In that case, go back quickly."

Song Shuwen looked at Wu Kui, hesitated to speak, and finally plucked up the courage to say: "Promise me not to commit suicide again."

Wu Kui's face instantly darkened, and he scolded sternly: "This is my business, you don't need to worry about it."

Song Shuwen was not deterred by Wu Kui's reprimand. He continued to comfort: "Think about your parents. They worked hard to raise you. If you gave up your life so easily, they would be so sad. And How sad it will be for those who care about you."

Wu Kui turned away and remained silent.

Song Shuwen knew that he could not change Wu Kui's mind in a short time. He sighed softly: "Okay, I hope you can carefully consider what I said. I'm going to leave first. Please take care of yourself."

After saying that, Song Shuwen turned and left.

Wu Kui looked at Song Shuwen's retreating back, feeling a surge of complicated emotions in his heart.

Wu Kui dragged his tired body slowly towards the door of the house. When his figure appeared at the door of the house, his mother Lin Shuhong's eyes widened with shock and disbelief on her face.

Lin Dajiang, who was sitting next to him, also stood up suddenly, and the expression on his face gradually changed from shock to surprise.

He rushed to Wu Kui's side, held his arm with trembling hands, and said with excitement in his voice: "You... you're not dead yet? That's great!"

Wu Kui looked at his uncle and mother, feeling warm in his heart.

He called softly: "Uncle."

Lin Dajiang couldn't help but look Wu Kui up and down, as if he wanted to make sure that the person in front of him was really his intact nephew.

Lin Shuhong was in tears at this time. She rushed to Wu Kui, grabbed her son's arm tightly with both hands, and asked in a choked voice: "Son, what is going on? I personally saw you jump off the cliff. Yes!”

Wu Kui looked at his mother's sad and confused expression, feeling filled with guilt.

He lowered his head slightly and said slowly: "Mom, I thought I was dead. The moment I jumped off the cliff, my heart was filled with despair. But maybe God really doesn't want me to die."

Lin Shuhong hugged her son tightly and burst into tears: "It's good to come back, it's good to come back. Don't do stupid things again in the future."

Wu Kui gently released the hand that was holding his mother tightly, with a trace of stubbornness and determination in his eyes.

"Mother, you must agree to my request, otherwise I will seek death."

When Lin Shuhong heard this, the joy that had just appeared on her face because of her son's return was instantly replaced by panic.

"Son, I will agree to whatever you ask for. As long as you live well, you are better than anything else."

Wu Kui frowned slightly, took a deep breath, and said slowly: "Mother, I hope you will not interfere too much in my life in the future. Let me choose my own path and shoulder my own responsibilities."

"Okay, son, I promise you. As long as you are good, I will do anything for you."

Song Shuwen looked at the vast road ahead, feeling a trace of regret in his heart.

He should ask Wu Kui where this place is.

The blazing sunshine shines mercilessly on the earth, and the dry air seems to suck all the moisture out of people's bodies.

Song Shuwen wiped the sweat from his forehead.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the surroundings were still deserted. Song Shuwen's lips were dry and cracked, and his throat was uncomfortably dry. Just when he felt a little desperate, suddenly, he saw a house not far ahead.

That family stood alone between heaven and earth, like a lighthouse in the desert, giving Song Shuwen hope.

He quickened his pace and walked towards that house.

When he got closer, he saw that the door was open, and Song Shuwen felt happy.

He knocked lightly on the door, but there was no answer, so he walked in cautiously.

The yard is quiet, with only a well and some simple farm tools.

Song Shuwen walked to the door of the house and said softly: "Is there anyone there? I'm passing by here and want to ask for a glass of water. By the way, where is this place?"

There was still no movement in the room, and Song Shuwen felt a little uneasy.

He hesitated for a moment and decided to wait.

After a while, he heard slight footsteps coming from the house. Then, the door slowly opened, and an old man with a kind face appeared in front of him.

The old man looked at Song Shuwen with a hint of doubt in his eyes: "Who are you? Where do you come from?"

Song Shuwen quickly saluted and said respectfully: "Old man, Song Shuwen accidentally lost his way and came here. He is really thirsty and wants to ask for a glass of water. I hope it can be convenient for the old man. In addition, I would like to ask for advice. What is this place?"

The old man looked at Song Shuwen's tired look, nodded, turned around and went into the house, poured some water and handed it to Song Shuwen.

Song Shuwen gratefully took the water and drank it in one gulp, feeling much better immediately.

The old man said slowly: "This is a small village on the edge of the desert. Very few people pass by. Where are you going? How did you end up here?"

Song Shuwen sighed and briefly recounted his experience.

After hearing this, the old man frowned slightly: "You want to go to the Prime Minister's Mansion? There is still a long way to go."

After talking with the old man, Song Shuwen's heart sank again.

Knowing that this place was still Youzhou's territory and more than a hundred miles away from the Prime Minister's Mansion, his brows knitted tightly.

Thinking that the mastermind behind the scenes might not be far from here, but he didn't know its specific location, it was indeed difficult to find its hideout.

He continued to talk with the old man, trying to familiarize himself with the surrounding environment and try to find some clues from it.

However, the worry in his heart never went away.

The old man saw his anxiety and said, "If you just walk, I don't know when you can reach your destination. It's better to buy a horse, so it will be faster."

Song Shuwen listened to the old man's words, and his heart moved, and then he sighed helplessly.

He thanked the old man and turned around and set off.

Walking on the road, Song Shuwen was full of worries.

He didn't have much money on him, so how could he buy a horse?

As night fell, the inky darkness gradually enveloped the earth.

Song Shuwen dragged his tired body and finally couldn't walk anymore.

He stood there, breathing heavily, his heart full of fatigue and helplessness.

He had very little money left, so he was reluctant to eat anything. When he thought that he would be even more short of money after eating at the inn, he frowned.

Just as he was in despair, an idea suddenly flashed through his mind.

He knew medical skills, so why not treat people to earn some money and then buy a horse?

This idea was like a bright light in the dark, instantly illuminating his heart.

The light of hope rekindled in his eyes, and when he looked up, there happened to be a village in front of him.

He couldn't wait to speed up and walk towards the village.

As soon as he entered the village, he began to ask if there were any patients.

He asked from house to house.

"Excuse me, are there any patients here who need to see a doctor? I am a doctor and can treat patients." Song Shuwen said to a villager with a sincere face.

But basically, every time he came out of someone's door, he was scolded.

Those accusatory words, like sharp blades, pierced his heart.

"Who are you? You actually cursed others to get sick." Such words kept echoing in his ears.

He walked through several villages in a row, but he didn't find a patient, but he was very angry.

He sighed helplessly.

At this time, he saw a dilapidated temple in front of him, and its dilapidated appearance looked particularly lonely in the night.

But for Song Shuwen, this seemed to be his only place to go at the moment.

He dragged his heavy feet and slowly walked towards the dilapidated temple.

Pushing open the door, a stale smell came to his face.

The temple was dark and damp, and the corners were full of spider webs.

Song Shuwen found a relatively clean place to sit down, his heart full of fatigue.

In the Prime Minister's Mansion, Xi Yu's face was gloomy, and his anger was burning in his heart.

He had spent a lot of manpower and time, but still hadn't found the mastermind behind the scenes.

This made him feel extremely frustrated and angry.

But Xi Yu gradually calmed down.

If he really couldn't find the mastermind behind the scenes, he wouldn't look for it for the time being.

After a while, the news that Xi Ping'an was still alive would be made public.

The Prime Minister's Mansion was shrouded in the night, quiet and deep.

Xiyu decided to visit Gan Mei in person.

Xiyu got on his bicycle, and the wheels made a slight rumbling sound on the stone road.

He rushed towards the remote village where Gan Mei lived.

The night wind blew across his face, bringing a hint of coolness, but it could not calm the waves in his heart.

The village was extremely remote, far away from the hustle and bustle.

Gan Mei was arranged in a farmhouse, and the family did not know her true identity.

A kind old lady and her son lived here.

The secret guards told them that there were some changes in the family, and Gan Mei needed to stay here for a while, and gave them some currency as a reward.

In this remote village, Gan Mei tried to adapt to the new life.

She was diligent and took the initiative to help the old lady cook and do housework.

At this moment, in the kitchen, she was washing vegetables carefully.

At this time, the old woman's house.

The son Chen Qiangfa asked his mother in a low voice: "Mom, what is the identity of this woman? Looking at the clothes she wears, she seems to be not an ordinary person."

The old woman frowned slightly and said in a low voice: "Qiangfa, don't ask nonsense. Since she has difficulties and wants to live here, we should treat her well and don't care about things that should not be asked."

Although Chen Qiangfa was curious, he also knew that his mother's words made sense.

He stopped talking and just secretly looked at Gan Mei from time to time.

And Gan Mei was unaware of the conversation between them, and she was still concentrating on doing the work in her hands.

Chen Qiangfa stood there, with dirty thoughts rolling in his heart.

His eyes drifted to Gan Mei from time to time, and all kinds of unbearable pictures emerged in his mind.

He thought about sneaking into Gan Mei's room at night and accomplishing the so-called "good thing".

In his opinion, even if this woman is from a wealthy family, so what?

She probably won't make such a thing public, and she can only suffer in silence.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his plan was feasible, and he even began to calculate the situation afterwards.

He thought his mother would at most scold him a few times, would she beat him to death?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel overjoyed.

Xi Yu rode his bicycle hard on a remote road, the road was bumpy and the light at night was extremely dim.

Suddenly, the wheel was tripped by a protruding stone, and Xiyu lost his balance instantly, and fell heavily with the bike.

He only felt a sharp pain in his waist, as if he was hit hard by a heavy hammer.

Xiyu gritted his teeth and tried to stand up, but found that his whole body was extremely uncomfortable.

Every joint was in pain as if protesting, and he couldn't help but take a breath.

Looking at the bicycle again, it had already fallen crookedly to the side, the handlebars were twisted, and the wheels were deformed. It was obviously impossible to ride it anymore.

Xiyu looked at the broken bicycle helplessly, and a wave of irritation surged in his heart.

He was eager to visit Gan Mei, but he didn't expect to encounter such an accident here.

Xiyu frowned and thought about what to do next.

He looked around, and in the silent night there was only his lonely figure and the broken bicycle.

Xiyu helplessly threw down the bicycle that could no longer be used, and looked down, but found that his legs had been bleeding profusely without knowing when.

He was anxious, wondering if there was a pharmacy nearby that could treat his wound.

So, he endured the pain and limped forward.

Every step he took, the pain in his leg made him frown slightly, but he did not stop.

Finally, he came to a village. Under a tree, he saw two villagers chatting.

Xiyu seemed to see hope, and hurried forward and asked politely: "Excuse me, are there any pharmacies nearby?"

The two villagers looked at his injury and showed sympathy.

A villager said that there was only one pharmacy in their village and several surrounding villages, and the doctor was far away.

Xiyu said without hesitation: "I will go no matter how far it is."

At this time, another villager laughed and said: "It would be better if it was a little earlier. Today, an old man came and knocked on the door from house to house, asking if there were any patients at home, just like he had a problem with his nerves."

Xiyu listened and thought to himself that it was probably because the wandering doctor did this because he could not make a living.

Xiyu said goodbye to the two villagers and hurried forward according to the address of the medicine shop they told him.

After leaving the village, Xiyu was pleasantly surprised to find that his leg condition had improved slightly. Although the wound had not been bandaged yet, at least he was no longer as lame as before.

This made him feel a little relieved and his pace quickened.

When Xiyu passed by the dilapidated temple where Song Shuwen was, he heard snoring from inside.

He was secretly puzzled in his heart. He didn't expect that someone would sleep in this dilapidated temple. Could it be a beggar?

Xiyu wanted to go in and take a look, but when he thought that his leg was in urgent need of bandaging, he planned to leave.

However, after just a few steps, he heard Song Shuwen talking in his sleep.

"I'm sorry, Prime Minister."

Xiyu stopped suddenly. This voice is so familiar!

He listened carefully. Isn't this Song Shuwen's voice?

Xiyu was full of doubts and wondered if he had hallucinations?

But he soon denied this idea. The voice was so real.

Song Shuwen is inside?

That's great. He is not dead!

Xiyu was overjoyed and eager to run to the ruined temple.

However, he was too anxious and accidentally fell again.

Xiyu struggled to get up, regardless of the pain in his body, and shouted loudly: "Is Dr. Song in the temple?"

His voice was particularly loud in the quiet night.

Song Shuwen in the ruined temple was awakened and shivered.

Xiyu shouted again.

Song Shuwen was stunned. Wasn't it the prime minister calling him?

He looked around carefully and found that he was still in the ruined temple. This was not a dream.

Song Shuwen quickly got up and responded to the outside of the temple: "Prime Minister, it's me, Song Shuwen." His voice was full of surprise and excitement.

Xiyu heard Song Shuwen's response and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

He limped towards the ruined temple, his heart full of emotion.

On this unexpected night, they met again in this ruined temple.

Song Shuwen ran out of the ruined temple quickly. When he saw that it was Xiyu, the moment their eyes met, both of them smiled brightly.

That smile was full of joy and excitement of reunion, as if time had frozen at this moment.

Song Shuwen soon noticed that Xiyu's leg was uncomfortable, so he ran over and carefully supported his arm, and asked with concern: "Prime Minister, what's wrong with your leg?"

Xiyu laughed and said, "Fortunately my leg is injured, otherwise, how could I come here, and how could I see you?"

Song Shuwen carefully supported Xiyu and walked into the temple, saying: "Prime Minister, be careful."

Xiyu slowly walked into the temple with the support of Song Shuwen, and Song Shuwen gently helped him sit down.

Song Shuwen looked at Xiyu. He knew that the prime minister must have many questions in his heart, but the most important thing at this time was to treat the wound first. He looked down at himself, and there happened to be some cloth in his cuffs that could be used for bandaging.

Song Shuwen said softly, "Prime Minister, let me treat your wound first."

He gently spread the cloth and carefully bandaged the wound on Xiyu's leg. Xiyu looked at Song Shuwen's serious look, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

In this dilapidated temple, the faint moonlight shone through the hole in the roof, illuminating the figures of the two.

Song Shuwen bandaged the wound attentively, while Xiyu looked at him quietly. The atmosphere was peaceful and full of warmth.

After the wound was bandaged, Song Shuwen slowly opened his mouth and told a series of things he had encountered recently.

He told how he was forced into a desperate situation by the mastermind behind the scenes, and how he survived in a desperate situation.

Xiyu listened quietly, and his expression became more and more solemn.

When he heard Song Shuwen say that all the secret guards were dead, he felt very sad.

"I didn't expect the mastermind behind the scenes to be so cruel. He hit you so hard, Doctor Song, and let all the loyal secret guards die." Xiyu's voice was low, full of resentment towards the mastermind behind the scenes. (End of this chapter)