I'm not immortal

Chapter 367 The Poor Man

On the street not far from Jiang Qi and Zhang Ning, there was a street wounding case.

Generally speaking, in the old days, even if most people chose to watch the incident of hurting people in the street, there would always be a few enthusiastic citizens who would stand up.

More citizens will choose to call the police. Of course, there will definitely be fun watching the theater, after all, it has nothing to do with themselves.

These are all normal things, but what happened on the street today, everyone chose the last one.

on the sidelines.

Even if they are watching, they are far away, instead of forming a circle in place like they did in the old days.

It's all because it's not ordinary people who rob.

It's Xuanxiu.

Even if that Xuanxiu was just a person with a faint arrogance all over his body, he could tell at a glance that he was the Mengxin Xuanxiu who had just sensed Qi.

However, the gap between actively mobilizing Xuan Qi and passively receiving spiritual nourishment is even greater than the gap between a rabbit and an elephant.

The threshold between Xuanxiu and ordinary people has not been weakened by the arrival of the new era, but has been raised layer by layer.

Needless to say, these things have long been common sense.

It is precisely because of this that no one dares to step forward and act bravely.

Courting death and acting bravely are two different things.

Even among the brave people, a considerable part of them will only do it if they are sure that they will not be injured, or if they are passionate.

Those who use their lives to help others are, after all, a minority among ordinary people.

But the current situation is that the people watching are not even qualified to be passionate.

This is the gap in the level of life.

"Hahahahaha!!!"

In the center of the street, the braked vehicles staggered to a halt, and the driver had already abandoned the car and fled.

Just because there was a person standing there.

The man in the greasy apron was holding a sharp boning knife in his hand and was laughing wildly on the spot.

It's just that there is too much meaning in that smile.

Angry, inferiority complex, sad.

The other hand of the man was holding a little girl tightly, his eyes were dull and his mouth was open, obviously terrified.

Behind the man, there are two people who fell on the ground.

A man and a woman, in disheveled clothes, with large and small wounds on their bodies, with blood flowing all over the floor. Looking at their pale faces, they knew that they might not survive without treatment.

There were also faint moans of pain in the surrounding area.

Seven or eight middle-aged men suppressed their wailing on the ground, and there were some things like bricks, spatulas and sticks around them.

Apparently, these people were going to do what they could to stop that man.

Seven or eight people rushed forward, even if the man had a knife, he would not be an opponent.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this that the man showed Xuanxiu's ability, but at least he was sensible and did not kill innocent people.

When Jiang Qi and Zhang Ning came over, they saw such a scene.

"ban!"

Zhang Ning glanced at the situation present, and had a vague guess in his heart, but he still kept holding on, and immediately threw out a talisman.

The talisman turned into streamers of light, forming black chains on the man's body, locking his mobility and restraining the man's profound energy.

The standard locking symbol of the Mystery Bureau.

Although it is useless to deal with the electives with a little climate, the advantage is that the production is simple, the difficulty is low, the materials are cheap, and the most important thing is that it can be superimposed.

Needless to say, although there are many lunatics in the Academy of Metaphysics, the things they produce are all first-class gadgets.

"Dang!"

The sharp knife fell to the ground, Zhang Ning's figure flickered, and he came behind the man without knowing what to do.

First, he kicked the man's leg, kicked the man to his knees on the ground, then grabbed his arm, and the little girl who was held in the man's arms was in Zhang Ning's arms.

Zhang Ning subconsciously passed a ray of Xuan Qi to stabilize the child's mind, but was immediately taken aback, and stopped quickly, her movements becoming more gentle.

It's like holding a fragile china doll.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay."

Zhang Ning looked at the child nervously. Seeing that there was nothing unusual about the child, he breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and lowered his head, looking at the two people who fell on the ground.

The woman and the man with the knife were about the same age, both in their forties, while the other man was in his twenties, looking delicate and delicate.

A look of disgust flashed in Zhang Ning's eyes, but she still passed a ray of Xuan Qi, temporarily maintaining the vital signs of the two.

From the beginning to the end, Jiang Qi didn't do anything, but just looked at the man kneeling on the ground whose profound energy and actions were blocked.

After being restrained, the man seemed to have expected it a long time ago, without any struggle at all, he just lowered his head, unable to see the expression on his face clearly.

"I run a small restaurant. At noon today, I'm going to pick up the kids from school."

Just as Jiang Qi came in front of the man, the man with his head down suddenly spoke.

Jiang Qi narrowed his eyes and didn't speak, but stopped.

The man didn't seem to care about Jiang Qi's actions. He lowered his head and said, "There are a lot of customers, and I don't even have time to change my clothes. Fortunately, the school is right next to it, and it will take a few steps to pass."

Jiang Qi simply landed on the ground and moved slightly closer.

"I picked up the girl. I was supposed to bring her back to the hotel, make some food for her, and send it back in the afternoon."

"But after I picked up the child, the child said that the manual homework left by the teacher yesterday was at home, and the teacher would check it in the afternoon."

The man spoke in an unhurried manner, his words were very orderly, and he didn't look like a murderer who almost killed two people in the street.

The sound was not loud, but people nowadays have sharp eyes and ears, and many people still heard it, so they dared to come closer.

"My wife is in sales and won't go home at noon, so I can only take my children back home."

Having said that, the man raised his head slightly, his eyes full of desolation.

"But when I got to the door of the house, I heard something I shouldn't have heard."

Having said that, the man turned his head vigorously, as if trying to break his neck.

He saw the two people lying on the ground, and the hatred in their eyes was almost overflowing.

But immediately, after seeing the child in Zhang Ning's arms, his eyes immediately cleared up.

This scene also let everyone present vaguely know what happened, and there was a trace of pity in the look of looking at the man.

"Of course I don't want to believe that when I was working hard, my wife took her lover to have an affair at my house."

"So I knocked on the door, and when I opened the door, my wife said that it was her colleague and accompanied her to the house to pick up a document."

The man raised his head, smiled miserably, looked around and asked, "Do I look like a fool?"

"Do you need to lock it to get the file? Do you need paper to get the file? You need to make a mess of the bed to get the file?"

"Get the file!"

The man's voice suddenly became louder: "Need to open the safe to get the passbook?!"

"What's in there is life-saving money for the child's heart!"

"You are so cruel!"

The man struggled and lay down on his back, turned his head sideways, and looked at his wife who was lying on the ground, but her breathing was steady.

"For a little boy, you have to risk your child's life to please!"

"If I didn't find out today, would I have taken the child's life-saving money and gone away after the two of you messed around!"

The man's roar was already hoarse, and in the end he could only let out a meaningless and desolate roar.

a long time.

The man smiled wryly and shook his head.

"You are so stupid, really, you don't even think about it, why do people like you, a yellow-faced woman who is about to forty, isn't it just for the money?"

(End of this chapter)