Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

Su Ping's laughter gradually subsided. He looked at Doctor Zhang with a complicated look that contained hatred, melancholy, and gratitude.

If Su Ping was really just a thirteen-year-old boy, he might have picked up a bench in the room and smashed the bedridden old man to death in a fit of rage.

But he is not like that. He thinks ahead and behind, and is deep in thought. He knows that he cannot do this, and that doing so will be of no avail because the real murderer is still at large.

There is no point in killing a dying man. Killing the murderer and his family will bring relief, but it will put an end to the endless worries and sorrows in your heart.

"You know...I know the murderer."

Doctor Zhang hesitated for a long time, and finally said these words of reminder, and then reminded: "Don't ask his name, I can't tell you."

“No need!” Su Ping’s voice was hoarse, like a sharp knife grinding over gravel, thick and heavy, exactly the same as his mood at the moment.

When he said there was no need, he meant there was no need to remind. He already knew who the murderer would be. Apart from the wealthy man named Chen, who else in the village had poison, and how many had the courage to use it to harm others?

Chen Baiwang had the courage and the channels to get rich, and after doing this, he was able to stay out of it. If it weren't for the good words from the old doctor before he died, this matter would probably have been forgotten in the years.

But now that Su Ping knew about it, there was no way he would let that person off easily. The seeds of revenge had been planted, waiting only for the day when they could blossom.

Su Ping turned and walked out of the door. Doctor Zhang's voice came from the room, weaker than before.

"In the medicine cabinet downstairs, in the third medicine box in the second row on the left, there is a secret compartment with some Mora banknotes that have not been found. Take them all and make me feel better."

This sentence made Su Ping sneer. How could a living life and a disease that might never be cured be repaid with money?

Su Ping went downstairs without saying anything. He had no intention of going to the first floor. He just wanted to use the money from the first floor to hold a funeral when the old doctor died.

At this point, Su Ping figured out one more thing. It turned out that the empty spaces on the second floor were not empty, but had been moved away first. Otherwise, there would be no need to hide the money so secretly.

The possibility of being cheated is almost impossible, unless the old doctor's acting skills are so superb that he can deceive an unconfused person who has seen the vicissitudes of the world and has the righteousness to distinguish true from false.

Su Ping had just looked at it secretly. Doctor Zhang, under the test of truth and falsehood, did not lie and was very honest.

The boy looked back at the two-story house that was different from other buildings in the village. Then, without stopping, he walked in the opposite direction, not home, but somewhere else.

Doctor Zhang on the second floor still looked haggard, but he also felt relieved. He believed that he had done his best, because everyone would waver when driven by profit.

A prodigal son’s return is worth more than gold, but what if a dying man returns?

Doctor Zhang didn't know, and he didn't want to know. He had just done everything he could, and it was none of his business what happened next.

Doctor Zhang let out a heavy sigh, sighing for his past self and also for his current self, which was pathetic and ridiculous, but definitely not respectable.

Knock, knock, knock. Someone knocked on the door, and someone said, "Doctor Zhang, I'm here to bring you lunch."

"Come in." Doctor Zhang repeated, using this as the opening words every time.

The door was pushed open and a man came in. He was the same man who had brought Su Ping here just now.

Doctor Zhang looked at this kind-looking man, thinking of the good things he had done for him over the past few days, and felt like leaving something behind, so he spoke slowly.

"Would you like to be my student, learn my medical skills, and heal the sick and save lives in the future?"

This question stunned the man. It took him a long time to come back to his senses. He was so excited that he could hardly speak. He stammered, "I...I, I...Is it okay?"

"Where there is a will there is a way. As long as you are willing to learn, you can definitely do it. Do you want to give me a definite answer? I can't wait for you too long."

"Okay, I'll learn, Doctor Zhang...Ah, no, Teacher, I will definitely learn well!"

Doctor Zhang showed a faint smile on his old face, "Okay, you must study hard, and study hard, hehe..."

With not much time left, he resolved his emotional knot in his own way and found a successor. Suddenly, he felt that death was not so scary and it was not so difficult to accept it.

There was a warm feeling in the second-floor wooden house, and there was a new master and apprentice. Su Ping, who had walked out of there for a long time and was far away, naturally didn't know about it.

He was outside the village at this time, on a low hill in the south. He had a clear goal, and he was only looking at the house with white walls and gray tiles, thinking that a big fire would break out one day and burn everything clean.

Of course, this is just something we can think about. Not to mention whether we will go to jail for arson, even if the house is burned down, it won't make much difference. The people are still alive, and the house can be built again. If it has to fall down, they have to fall down together. That would be better.

Su Ping put his hands behind his back. The young man took on this old-fashioned posture, which did not seem out of place, mainly because no one else around saw it.

Looking out at the view alone, I dreamed of killing my enemy with my own hands. The young man's face, ferocious and terrifying, had gone from being pleasing to the eye to being somewhat repulsive.

Su Ping sneered coldly, "Don't die, live well, and live a long life. Only then can I kill you, severely... kill you!"

Hatred drives people crazy. The originally kind-hearted boy is no longer the same after he learns that his mother was murdered and his father suffered an incurable illness.

If he now had the ability to hold a dagger, deal with dozens of people, kill them all, and escape unscathed, he would rush into the house without hesitation and kill everyone he saw!

After standing on the top of the hill for a long time, Su Ping left with a loud laugh. He came without saying a word and left with a loud laugh. He couldn't throw himself down to kill the people, so he could only blame himself for not having the ability to leave nothing behind.

Su Ping is indecisive but kind-hearted. He is also the one who has hatred and resentment in his heart but has no place to vent. He can only watch and complain about his own incompetence. It is also Su Ping.

He was not laughing at others, but at himself.

As night falls, most people who have left home return home at this time. Those who are at home will occasionally stick their heads out to check on those who have not returned, worrying that something has happened.

Somewhere in the South Village, in front of one of the two houses that were very close to each other, there sat a man with graying temples. He looked at the road, hoping that his son would come back soon.

"He went out at noon and hasn't come back yet. Where did he go?"

The man is Su Yue, the father of the village child prodigy. He now considers himself a useless man and has to leave his son. He is worried about his son who has not returned for a long time.

In fact, this doesn't make sense, because his son is mentally mature, and because he himself is a useless person and still has the leisure to worry about other people, because he can only sit here and worry.

His slightly bent figure is like an old tree that is about to decay, but he has not fallen down yet, because the person he longs for has not appeared in his eyes, and his heart cannot let go.

When it was completely dark and other residents lit candles and had a good meal with their families, he was still there, motionless.

But he still had no intention of going back into the house and continued waiting there. Finally, the road surface in his eyes changed and the person he had been waiting for returned home.

When Su Ping came back, he looked normal. He looked at his father who was waiting at the door and said apologetically, "Dad, I've kept you waiting for a long time. Are you hungry? I'll go cook."

Su Yue shook his head slightly. "Dad is fine. He's not too hungry. He sits here every day and waits. He's used to it."

Su Ping's eyes flickered. He did not answer and went straight to the kitchen to start cooking.

When the fire was just lit, Aunt Zhang came over with two bowls. She looked at Su Ping and murmured, "I thought you were working overtime again tonight, so I sent some food over for Su Ping to eat first!"

"Thank you for your hard work. The rice cooker is already boiling." Su Ping scratched his head and continued, "Thank you for your hard work."

"Hey, don't keep talking about this. No matter how hard it is, it's just a matter of having two more bowls of rice. Don't keep talking about it. I don't like to hear it." Aunt Zhang scolded with a smile.

Su Ping sighed and said no more.

The dishes brought by Aunt Zhang, a bowl of vegetarian dishes, a bowl of fried eggs, and the rice cooked by Su Ping made it into dinner.

Aunt Zhang did not stay, saying that she was going home to look after Uncle Zhang, so that he wouldn't be alone and drink too much and miss tomorrow's work.

There were only Su Ping and Su Yue at the dinner table, but there were three bowls and three pairs of chopsticks. It seemed unreasonable to outsiders, but it was reasonable to them.

"What have you been doing so late?"

"Nothing, Doctor Zhang is dying, so he asked me to take care of his funeral."

"I see... How's the book going? I saw you frowning earlier. Is it a bit troublesome?"

"It's okay. Writing a book is always like this. It will be fine after a while."

"Is everything okay over there?"

"It's great, I make a lot of money, I can be said to be collecting money every day!"

"Very good." Su Yue really had nothing else to say. He could only come up with this sentence and then buried his head in his meal.

Su Ping hesitated for a moment, then slowly said, "Dad, I'm really fine. Don't worry about me. You know how capable your son is."

"Dad knows, but what parent wouldn't worry about their child outside... Dad wants to know what you saw and encountered outside, so you can talk more."

Su Ping suddenly avoided his gaze. His father's deep voice seemed to have touched his heart. He just wanted to... talk more and know more about the scenery his child encountered outside.

The seeds of hatred in his heart were buried deeper and deeper, and became deeply rooted, but at least they would not affect him today for the time being.

"I...then I'll tell you about it every day when I come back, okay?"

"Okay, Dad loves to hear this the most."