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Chapter 209 The old friend is not there

The rooster crowed to announce the dawn, the sky was bright, and the boy did not return all night.

The news that Nan Lin sheltered and killed Wang Gui's monster and was imprisoned in the Yunlan Inn finally reached the patriarch's ears.

The nearly eighty-year-old man, dragging an old, sick and weak body, walked alone on crutches through several miles of steep mountain trails, and came to the Yunlan Inn at the head of the village in person, just to find the girl who was with him. A young boy who has depended on each other for more than ten years.

The patriarch of Ling Qiya was surnamed Nan, and everyone respected him as Nan old genius doctor. He was a benevolent and kind old doctor worthy of his name.

Everyone in Lingqiya knows that he is a good hand and kind heart, a god of medicine who can help the world.

The old man has been studying medicine painstakingly, compiling medical scriptures and saving lives all his life.

Over the past few decades, he has saved countless people, and many people have benefited from him.

From the cold to the severe disability, the entire Lingqiya was healed by him alone, and he never charged a penny.

He had no wife and no children all his life, and lived half his life. Because he was entrusted by others, he only adopted a baby boy who was born different from ordinary people. He took the surname Nan and took the word Rin.

This son lost his parents when he was still in his infancy. He was raised by the old genius doctor Nan, taught him how to read and taught him medical skills.

To the elderly, Nan Lin and him are not only mentors and apprentices, but also relatives.

The apprentice he trained by himself is He Bingxing, he knows best.

Nan Lin has been upright and kind since childhood, and has a calm temperament. He believes that Nan Lin will not do things that hurt people's lives. There must be a misunderstanding about the monster.

The Wang couple also respected the patriarch very much, so they dared not neglect him.

The two personally welcomed the patriarch into the inn, and respectfully served tea, which was a good hospitality, not the slightest bit sloppy.

They just want to find the real culprit who killed their son and avenge their son, and they don't want to involve the patriarch.

But the arrival of the patriarch not only made them suffer, but also faintly felt grievances and resentment in their hearts.

The stalemate continued for three days, and the patriarch failed to see Nan Lin. The old man's health deteriorated, and the long-standing cough became more and more serious. He could hardly breathe, and even had difficulty walking.

In the end, he fell ill.

On the day of Wang Gui's burial, Nan Lin was able to see the sun and was escorted out of the woodshed.

He is not afraid of risking his life for his life, but the only thing he can't worry about is the patriarch's grandfather who raised him.

As early as the night before, he let Zhuoyao come out, and hung the Black Soul Jade on Zhuoyao's body, explaining everything, let her go home with peace of mind, and take care of the seriously ill patriarch for him.

From the moment she protected Zhuoyao, Nan Lin had made a decision and was willing to be buried with Wang Gui in order to make up for the big mistake that Zhuoyao made by mistake.

The mind of a young man is so pure.

Although it was Wang Guixian who provoked the incident and suffered it on his own, his death caused the Wangs and his wife to suffer a great blow and pain.

If someone had to die to give the living a little comfort, then he would be willing.

After thinking about it, this was the best solution he could think of.

After all, in the final analysis, Wang Gui had an inescapable responsibility for his tragic death.

He doesn't care about life or death, he just wants to have a clear conscience.

If you have nothing to worry about, why should you be afraid of death?
However, he knew that he had regrets.

He broke his promise, not only failed to fulfill his filial piety at the patriarch's knee, but also coaxed Zhuoyao.

When Wang Gui was buried, the boy did not wait to die, but Ling Qiya ushered in a catastrophe like hell.

In this beautiful world, clusters of flames appeared from the top of the head, as if they came out of nowhere, densely packed, covering the sky and the sun.

In the blink of an eye, the sky was burning red, accompanied by strange hissing one after another, as if it could penetrate the eardrum of a person, making the scalp numb and the whole body chilly.

Not only the adults, but even the children who were chasing and playing outside stopped, looked up at the sky in unison, pointed to the sky curiously, and exclaimed: "Look, what is that!"

"What's going on? It's so hot... Something's wrong this day!" Soon, someone noticed something strange.

In an instant, clusters of flames fell down at high speed like dense arrows, and the clusters of fiery red reflected in the pupils became bigger and bigger, and everyone's faces showed terrified expressions.

"It's a monster!"

"Ahh... run away!"

In fear, some people rolled straight down the cliff, fell beyond recognition, and were smashed to pieces, and some fell off the long bridge and were swept away by the turbulence.

Some people hid in the house, but soon, the whole wooden house was ablaze, and the fire was fast and fierce.

Amidst the hissing, the screams continued, and the birds and beasts in the forest were not spared.

The accident happened so fast that everyone did not expect it, and there was no chance to find a countermeasure.

For a moment, the people on Lingqi Cliff were devastated, and mourning was everywhere...

(End of this chapter)