Fang Zheng opened his eyes and glanced at the old woman. What surprised Fang Zheng was that he didn't see anything! In other words, the old woman is not subject to life, death or catastrophe. When I opened my eyes again and looked over, I saw that the golden light on the old woman's body was much more evil than the evil spirit, and even more golden than the kind-hearted young man before. This is a good person, a person who is better than a good person in the ordinary sense.
But Fang Zheng also understood that the person in front of him was probably not the same person as the target he was looking for. Helping the elderly find someone is obviously a very laborious and time-consuming task.
Thinking of this, Fang Zheng looked at Hong Hai'er.
Honghai'er whispered: "It's not difficult to find people. I have magical powers that can do it. However, my magical powers are to find people according to the direction of blood and soul. This old man is too old and weak. If I take her essence and blood to find people, Honey, I think I’m going to be seriously ill.”
When Fang Zheng heard this, he decisively gave up the idea of letting Hong Boy use his magical powers. At first glance, the old man is not a rich man. If he gets seriously ill, it will be equivalent to killing him.
"Don't you know him?" At this time, the last glimmer of hope in the old man's eyes was almost extinguished.
Looking at the old man with a weathered face in front of him, Fang Zheng wanted to change the photo back and tell the truth. But in the end, he still couldn't say anything. Instead, he put the photo in the old man's hand and said with a smile: "Donor, I really don't know your daughter. However, I can help you look for her."
"Ah... ah?" The old man was about to despair, but when he heard that Fang Zheng was willing to help find him, his eyes suddenly lit up, and the light of hope burned again. At the same time, his eyes instantly turned red and moist, and he choked out: "Thank you..."
"Amitabha, the donor is too polite. The poor monk is just trying his best. However, the poor monk is not sure whether he can help you find your daughter." Fang Zheng said.
"Thank you, thank you..." The old man didn't say anything, he just kept saying thank you.
Fang Zheng had no choice but to let the old man express his thanks. After she calmed down, he took the old man to walk and asked, and at the same time communicated with the old man. Through chatting, Fang Zheng learned that the old man in front of him was named Ma Guifen, not from Dawu City. A local, but someone from Sichuan.
"Donor, you came so far away, why didn't you call us in advance?" Fang Zheng asked.
Ma Guifen shook her head and said, "I also want to call, but there is no phone."
Fangzheng was stunned. Are there still telephones in this era? Is this daughter too incompetent
Hong Hai'er muttered: "This old lady is quite fierce. She didn't contact her in advance, and she didn't even have a phone number or address. She dared to travel across China to find someone."
Fang Zheng raised his hand and slapped Hong Hai'er on the back of the head, then gave Hong Hai'er the photo and asked him to help find someone. Hong Hai'er had no choice but to take the photo and ask everyone he met.
Although what Hong Hai'er said doesn't sound good, the truth is indeed true. Fangzheng also admired Ma Guifen's approach. This was really courageous! Moreover, he was a bit too reckless in doing things. This was because he had encountered a situation. What if he hadn't encountered it
"Donor, how long has it been since Dawu?" Fang Zheng asked.
"I just got off the bus today." Ma Guifen said.
Fang Zheng nodded and took out his mobile phone to search. The train station was about two kilometers away from here. Ma Guifen asked all the way and met him. It had to be her luck.
"What are you doing looking for your daughter?" Fang Zheng was puzzled. Ma Guifen came all the way and in such a hurry. What was her purpose for
"I'm looking for her..." Ma Guifen raised her head and was about to say something when footsteps suddenly came from the distance.
Almost at the same time, a voice came from upstairs: "Mage, run! There are many people coming!"
As soon as these words came out, many people heard the sound and looked over. The owner of a store was so frightened that he quickly closed the door.
"Boss, who are these guys? Why are you so scared?" the new waiter asked in confusion.
"You just came here and don't know much about this place. Those are the famous gangsters in the neighborhood. The leader is the guy with a snake tattoo on his arm, nicknamed Brother Snake. Although this guy doesn't charge protection money or anything, he still does. He is known to be a troublemaker. Fights are common, and he often takes money from people to help others fight. He even broke a person's arm before. We cannot afford to offend this kind of person," the boss said.
"Ah? Then are they going to beat someone? Oh my god, isn't that monk in danger?" The waiter covered his mouth and looked worriedly at the white-clothed monk in the distance. He thought: It's a pity that such a handsome monk will be beaten badly.
"Then why doesn't the monk run away? Are you stupid?" Another young man standing next to the man who gave Fangzheng the stick asked worriedly.
The man said: "I'm afraid I'm scared to death. Brother Snake is here, and this matter is going to be a big deal! I didn't expect that a beggar could actually find Brother Snake. Hey... give me a call."
"Still fighting? I have already called the police. The police said they would arrive in five minutes," the young man said.
"I'm not calling the police, I'm asking you to call an ambulance! Brother Snake knows this area very well. The police can arrive in five minutes, and he can beat someone to death in two minutes, and then run away. This bastard won't do it at all. An opportunity for the police to do something bad,” the man said.
"Tsk, tsk, that monk is so pitiful." The young man clucked his lips and started to call the emergency phone.
At this moment, Fang Zheng turned his head and saw a group of people running this way with sticks. The leader was the fake beggar who had his pants stripped off by the red boy before, exposing the truth! The fake beggar took the lead, holding a steel pipe in his hand, with fierce eyes, and yelled as he ran: "Damn bald donkey! Stop right there!"
One seat behind the fake beggar was followed by a man with a mohawk. The man wore this cardigan plaid shirt, with his whole arm exposed. There was a big green snake tattooed on it. He looked very fierce and held a hand. A solid steel pipe. The man's eyes were not fierce, but Fang Zheng felt as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake. It seems that this guy who is one step behind, like a younger brother, is the real danger!
But Fang Zheng didn't care at all. Hong Hai'er, the great demon king, couldn't do anything to Fang Zheng even with all his firepower, let alone a few mere mortals
Fang Zheng touched his bald head and looked back at the others. Many people were startled by the group's actions and dispersed quickly. Some people had already started to call the police. Then Fang Zheng looked back at the fake beggars and muttered: "There are no bald men running away? Is this person blind? The poor monk didn't run away either?"
Before Fang Zheng made any move, Ma Guifen suddenly stood in front of Fang Zheng and shouted, "What are you going to do?"
"Old woman, get out of here!" The fake beggar had already rushed in front of him. When he saw an old lady standing in front of him, he was so angry that he tried to push the old man away! All the anger in his stomach burst out!
(End of chapter)