This actor is full of tricks.

It was almost noon when Lin Jue left Buming Village. After listening to the meeting convened by Wu Xiumei, the script had been completed.

The script's rating is not very high, barely maintaining an A, but the reward is pretty good, it is an advanced version of Fireworks.

He spread out his palm, and in the palm of his hand there was a flame as thin as a hair swimming. It was somewhat like the fireworks energy he had obtained before, but it was red gold in color and shone with the luster of the sun.

[True Fire Root: This tiny thing, as thin as a hair, can bring about a qualitative change in your cultivation speed]

Compared to the previous description of the Fireworks Aura, the description of the True Fire Root was much simpler and more direct, directly stating that it could increase his cultivation speed.

The fire energy he had obtained before doubled his cultivation speed, and he was able to cultivate the quenching skill to the third level in a very short period of time. However, after he switched to practicing the true fire furnace, his cultivation speed slowed down a lot, perhaps because he did not have any qualifications for cultivation.

As he got to know the dean's strength more and more, especially after knowing that an extremely evil villain had escaped from the foggy area, although he looked calm on the surface, he was under great pressure in his heart. The enemy was too powerful. Even a fourth-level cultivator had no ability to resist the extremely evil villain, not to mention a dean who might be even more powerful than the extremely evil villain.

Although he now possesses the strength to crush the third level, it is still not enough in front of those enemies. The appearance of the True Fire Root is equivalent to alleviating his predicament. Now that the dean has not appeared, he must break through to the fifth level in a short period of time to barely have some self-protection power.

After crossing the rugged mountain road, Lin Jue once again came to the half-abandoned highway toll station. Looking at the faded words "Qu Ming" on the toll station, he remembered that on the way to Buming Village, he had heard the taxi driver say that the county of Quming had administrative division problems. It was in a state that neither Sanjiang nor Jiuyuan was willing to take care of it. Moreover, the economy of the county itself was not very good, resulting in the entire county being sparsely populated and almost becoming a dead city.

When he was recalling Qu Ming's message, he felt the corner of his clothes being gently pulled.

He lowered his head and looked over. A little girl with pigtails was standing awkwardly beside him. The girl looked about six or seven years old, with a dirty face. Today was already mid-October, and the temperature was getting lower and lower, but the girl was still only wearing a short-sleeved shirt and a pair of sandals that didn't fit her feet well.

Noticing Lin Jue's gaze, the little girl clenched her toes nervously. She seemed to want to say something, but she couldn't utter a word because of fear. However, her little hand was still pulling the corner of Lin Jue's clothes, and it was obvious that she had something to say.

"Little girl, is there anything I can help you with?" Lin Jue always showed his gentlest side when facing children. He squatted down, put himself at the same height as the little girl, and habitually touched the little girl's head.

This was his habit when he was with Liao Fan, and it was the best way to relieve a child's tension. However, the little girl's hair was very dry and rough, obviously caused by malnutrition.

"Uncle." The little girl bit her lower lip, and her already cracked lips began to bleed from the light bite.

Lin Jue hurriedly took out a bottle of water from his bag, unscrewed it, and handed it to the little girl. At the same time, he noticed that there was a large sack behind the little girl, which was filled with flattened plastic bottles and rotten cardboard.

Such a young child has to make a living by picking up rubbish?
Lin Jue sighed in his heart. He probably understood that the little girl should be from Quming County. Quming County was even poorer than he had imagined. Such a young child had to rely on selling garbage to make a living.

"Do you want to sell those bottles and cardboards to me?" Lin Jue pointed to the sack behind the girl.

The girl sipped the water in small sips, as if a two-yuan bottle of mineral water was particularly precious. Hearing Lin Jue's words, she nodded weakly: "Uncle, I found this after picking it up all morning. The county's scrap yard has been closed for many days..."

As if she knew that selling trash to strangers was very rude, the girl nervously added, "Don't worry, uncle, I've wiped these, they're not dirty..." "I only want five...three dollars."

She had to walk onto the highway to pick up bottles and was forced to sell them to strangers. It seemed that the girl's life had become very difficult, otherwise she would not do such a thing, and just for three dollars.

Lin Jue thought for a moment and asked, "Do you have any more at home? I happen to be a scrap collector, so I'll collect some more."

"Really?" The girl's eyes lit up: "I've put all the things I picked up these days at home."

"You agreed so easily? Aren't you afraid that your uncle is a bad person?" Lin Jue pinched the other person's face lightly.

"I can feel that uncle is not a bad person. I have been watching here for a long time, and only you, uncle, give me a very comfortable feeling." The little girl shook her head.

Lin Jue couldn't help but laugh. It turned out that he was chosen. Adults were always wary of him, and only children could see that he was a kind-hearted person.

"Then let's go. Uncle will take whatever you have at home." Lin Jue took the little girl's hand and prepared to walk towards Qu Ming. However, after taking a few steps, he found that the girl's walking posture was a little wrong, as if her feet were stepping on nails.

The soles of these rubber slippers are not breathable. The girl had been walking for a whole day and her feet must have blisters on them.

Lin Jue put the bag on his back and squatted down again: "Uncle walks very fast, I'm afraid you may not be able to keep up, can uncle carry you?"

The little girl was stunned. She obviously didn't expect Lin Jue to say such a thing. She looked at her clothes and said, "But I'm very dirty..."

"It's okay. Uncle hasn't taken a shower for a long time." Lin Jue picked up the girl and picked up the big sack beside him.

With his current strength, he could hold a tiger, let alone a little girl. However, the girl was too light, like a feather, and very thin, with almost no meat on her body, which made it a little uncomfortable to hold her.

"Have you eaten? Uncle is a little hungry and hasn't had breakfast. Please take uncle to have a meal before we enter the city." Lin Jue tightened his arms and walked through the toll station for about ten minutes. He could see the hazy outline of the county town.

It was a gray city with a dead and desolate tone. The air was mixed with ashes like catkins, falling like snowflakes.

It's like the ash produced by high-temperature combustion of coal, but it doesn't feel like ash when it falls on the skin. It's icy and feels like gray ice chips.

(End of this chapter)