There were screams like slaughtering pigs coming from the martial arts room behind him, but Wang Jin had already strolled out of Hengqiao Martial Arts Hall with his hands behind his back and walked towards No. 1 Middle School.
Today is the weekend again, and the campus of Yuancheng No. 1 Middle School is quiet, without the slightest sound.
From a distance, Wang Yuan saw Uncle Chen sitting in the security room. Although there was a cup of tea in front of him, he kept looking outside the security room, as if he was waiting for someone.
When he saw Wang Jin appearing not far away, a smile suddenly appeared on the uncle's face.
"Xiao Wang, are you here?"
Uncle Chen subconsciously stood up and came out. Although he tried hard not to appear so eager, the smile on his face still betrayed him.
Since the death of his son, his wife also died of illness not long after. He has been living alone for so many years.
How many times he dreamed back at midnight, he seemed to be able to see his son's high-spirited face in his dream.
He has always had an unrealistic wish in his heart, hoping to see his son's face again in reality.
But he himself also knew that this was just an extravagant wish.
Until this boy named Wang Jin appeared in front of him, he finally saw a bit of his son's shadow in this boy's eyebrows.
In fact, purely in terms of facial features, Wang Jin and his son are only slightly similar.
But the aura about him, the high-spirited and high-spirited aura...it's so similar.
His son was also like this when he was young, like the rising sun, full of vitality, and his whole body seemed to be radiating light.
Uncle Chen watched Wang Jin walking slowly in the sunshine, and his whole outline was coated with a layer of pale gold by the sunlight.
For a moment, he seemed to see his son walking towards him with a smile.
But soon, he discovered something was wrong.
The expression on Wang Jin's face...seems to be gradually getting ugly?
.
Uncle Chen was right.
Wang Jin's complexion was indeed getting ugly little by little.
He strode over and approached under Uncle Chen's somewhat bewildered eyes.
His eyes were as gloomy as a pool of stagnant water.
He didn't say anything for a long while.
Uncle Chen was a little panicked.
Did you do something wrong?
Is it because Xiao Wang feels impatient because he has to see his bad old man every day?
At this time, Uncle Chen was like a grandfather trying his best to please his grandson. Seeing Wang Jin's gloomy face, he didn't even dare to take a breath. He thought about it over and over in his mind several times, but in the end he still didn't know.
What on earth did he do wrong to make Wang Jin's face suddenly become so gloomy?
After the two were silent for a long time, Uncle Chen finally spoke cautiously: "Xiao Wang, do you think it's a little boring to see an old man like me every day? In fact, you don't have to come here every day, just come here once in a while.
I’ve already…”
"Uncle, have you felt anything wrong with your body these past few days?"
Wang Jin suddenly spoke up and interrupted his words.
"Is something wrong with your body?"
Uncle Chen was stunned for a moment and thought carefully: "I don't feel anything wrong with my body. I just feel a little tired from time to time. After all, I am already this age and I am not a warrior. My body can't keep up..."
Wang Jin didn't say anything, but suddenly stretched out his hand to grab Uncle Chen's wrist and rolled up Uncle Chen's sleeves.
Although Uncle Chen didn't know what Wang Jin was doing, he made no move and allowed Wang Jin to roll up his sleeves.
The sleeves were rolled up, revealing Uncle Chen's wrists.
Among the dark age spots, a bright red sarcoma the size of a rice grain stood out.
The moment he saw the small tumor, Wang Jin's eyes were extremely cold, as if they were in a thousand-year-old ice cave, and endless killing intent instantly emerged in his heart.
really!
The moment he approached Uncle Chen, he noticed something was wrong with Uncle Chen's body.
Uncle Chen had a dark aura about him that was exactly the same as that of his younger brother Wang Yuan. This aura was very hidden and very light. It was so light that Wang Jin almost ignored it.
He originally just suspected that Uncle Chen had fallen into the same trap as Wang Yuan.
At this moment, after seeing the sarcoma on Uncle Chen's wrist that was exactly the same as Wang Yuan's, the last trace of luck in his heart was completely gone.
Uncle Chen also fell into the trap!
At this moment, Wang Jin's chest was filled with anger.
Why do you want to attack Uncle Chen?
He is just an old man!
"Hey, when did I get such a pimple on my hand?"
Uncle Chen himself was a little surprised when he saw the bright red tumor on his wrist.
"Uncle, have you seen these people in the past few days..."
Wang Jin took a deep breath and described the appearance of the transfer students to Uncle Chen.
"I've seen it, I've seen it."
Uncle Chen knew who those people were as soon as he heard it, and nodded repeatedly: "Among them, there is a boy wearing glasses. He is very kind. Every day when he passes by the security room after school, he will give me something. Sometimes it is a boy.
A bottle of drink, sometimes some nutritional supplements... He is also a good boy. I have persuaded him many times not to waste money on me..."
Good boy? Kind?
Wang Jin sneered.
"Uncle, do you still keep the things they gave you?"
"I keep them all, but I packed them up and took them home a few days ago. In the next two days, I will be paying living expenses to the children I sponsor. Then we will send them to them together..."
The uncle thought for a while and then said: "By the way, that boy gave me a snack before. One day I was too hungry, so I took it out and ate one..."
He took out a neatly wrapped oil paper package from the drawer of the iron table and opened it carefully. Inside was a delicate piece of pastry, with only a few small pieces bitten off at the edge.
"This pastry tastes pretty good. Although I was a little hungry at the time, I didn't want to eat it all, so I wrapped it and put it in the drawer, planning to eat it when I get hungry someday..."
The old man smiled sheepishly.
Wang Jin took the cake in his hand.
He sensed a twisted evil power in this seemingly ordinary pastry.
He originally didn't know how that weird little sarcoma entered other people's bodies.
Now, he can almost guess it.
"Throw away all these things."
He was silent for a long time, crushed the pastry into pieces, and said in a deep voice under the old man's still pityful gaze.
"But, those things are not cheap..."
The old man was still a little reluctant to part with it.
Wang Jin didn't explain too much, and didn't tell Uncle Chen the truth. He just said that the boys wearing glasses had bad intentions and the things they sent were fake and shoddy products, and eating them would cause diarrhea.
If the truth were told about this kind of thing, I'm afraid I wouldn't believe it if I were Uncle Chen.
Uncle Chen then dubiously agreed, saying that he would throw away all those things when he got home from get off work.
Wang Jin gave a few more words and warned Uncle Chen that he would never accept anything from those people in the future. Those people had ulterior motives and were not good people.
Although Uncle Chen agreed, looking at Uncle Chen's expression, he didn't seem to be convinced by Wang Jin's words.
With Uncle Chen's simple thinking, it is difficult to imagine that those students would do anything bad to him.
After all, he is just an elderly security guard who has no grudges against anyone. On rainy days, he will even take the initiative to put a few more umbrellas in the security room for students who forget to bring umbrellas.
I am just such a bad old man, so why do those students have to do anything bad to me?
He has always treated people in this world with such kindness and judged others with such kindness.
However, he forgot that this world is not always kind.
There is more evil and darkness than light.
…
Wang Jin left Uncle Chen with a gloomy face.
He did not leave the marrow-cleansing pill for Uncle Chen.
It's not because I don't want to give it up, but because I'm worried that the Marrow Cleansing Pill will have some bad impact on the uncle.
Uncle Chen's situation is completely different from Wang Yuan's.
The medicinal power of the Marrow Cleansing Pill, even the mortal version of the Marrow Cleansing Pill, exceeds that of most tonics on the market.
Uncle Chen himself is not a martial artist, and coupled with old age and frailty, his blood has declined, and his body is not as good as when he was young.
It is impossible to digest the medicinal power of Marrow Cleansing Pill.
Giving Uncle Chen the Marrow Cleansing Pill is simply harming Uncle Chen.
What's more, even if Uncle Chen can digest the power of the Marrow Cleansing Pill, he can use the Marrow Cleansing Pill to eliminate the small sarcoma in his body.
This process is also very painful, as you can see from Wang Yuan's painful expression when he holds the toilet and vomits every night.
Wang Jin was not sure whether the removal of the small sarcoma would cause unimaginable damage to Uncle Chen's body.
"For today's plan, if I want to save Uncle Chen, I can only wait until I step into the Qi Sea realm..."
Uncle Chen is already over seventy years old, and his body is not as old as Wang Yuan's.
Even Wang Yuan, after developing such a small sarcoma in his body, has been in a trance all day long, and his energy has been sucked away by the small sarcoma.
With this kind of thing taking root in Uncle Chen's body, I'm afraid the situation is much worse than Wang Yuanlai's.
"It seems that the plan must be advanced, we can't wait any longer..."
He didn't dare to take risks.
In this situation, even if it drags on for one more day, Uncle Chen will be in even more danger.
He must step into the Qi Sea realm as soon as possible, the sooner the better!
"Calculating the time, Tu Fuyuan of Heming Village is almost mature..."
He used hundreds of thousands of worth of spiritual stones to set up a spirit gathering array on Heming Mountain in order to increase the spiritual power of the soil and energy on Heming Mountain by several levels.
In this case, the effect of the Purple Spirit Returning Evil Pill refined from this Tu Fu Yuan will be much stronger.
"Without further delay, we will leave tomorrow..."
He walked quickly towards home, planning to talk to his parents, tidy up a little, and then leave for Heming Mountain tomorrow.