"Village Chief, could you take me to the Elder Daoist's house? I would like to see if I can find any clues." Qiao Lin proposed again. The old village chief agreed gladly, "Now that you mention it, it has been a long time since I visited his grave."
"After you," Qiao Lin said gentlemanly, extending his hand towards the front, sighing with relief. "Please lead the way, Village Chief."
Walking on the winding path, Qiao Lin's feelings were a whirlwind. Back then, they had survived in similar circumstances. If that child were still alive, he would have turned seventeen by now.
God willing, he hoped everything would go smoothly and bless the surviving child. The old man was still waiting at home. He simply couldn't take any more blows.
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The weekend quickly arrived, and it was time for the broadcast of "Immortal Slaying." The audience gathered once again in front of their televisions, with a sense of anticipation.
