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Xiao Ran didn't say much, but walked into the alley, and Nangong Ming and Duan Li followed.

Sure enough, not long after, a person was seen sitting against the wall with a red mark on the corner of his mouth, which should be bloodstains that had been wiped away. Several winnowing baskets that appeared out of nowhere were covering his body.

It looks like it was made by a sparrow.

Xiao Ran stepped forward and checked the man's breath; thankfully, he was still alive. She then took out a white porcelain bottle from her bosom and fed him a pill.

The man gradually woke up, looking at them with a blank expression.

"You are?"

Xiao Ran raised the sword in her hand, and the man's expression immediately cleared, his face filled with panic.

"That's my sword! My...my father, have you seen my father?!"

She shook her head.

The man was momentarily disappointed, sighed, and then looked up to scrutinize them.

“I remember you; you were the people who were talking to my father just now.”

Seeing that the man didn't seem too nervous, it was probably not as Que'er had guessed.

He then asked, "Was your father threatened by the soldiers?"

The man glanced to the side, biting his lip, trying his best to suppress his emotions.

"No...we left before the soldiers arrived, but my father..."

"He went to see that person again."

Xiao Ran, confused, asked, "Who?"

“I don’t know him, I only know that he took my dad to the gambling den again.”

A gambling den? Xiao Ran suddenly fell silent.

In her memory, the old father didn't seem like someone tainted by the ways of the world; on the contrary, he was a diligent and hardworking person. Yet, the son's expression didn't seem fake either...

"What else do you know?" Xiao Ran asked.

“I…” The man pondered for a moment, then suddenly seemed to remember something and said, “I remember once I overheard my father calling that man Brother Fu.”

Brother Fu...? For some reason, Xiao Ran thought of A Fu.

“We know! We’ll go find your father. Here, take this!” Nangong Ming squatted down and slipped the purse into his arms.

The man was startled when he touched the heavy purse and immediately refused, saying, "How can I accept this!"

But how can the strength of an injured person compare to that of a normal man?

Nangong Ming placed the purse in his hand, then tightly closed his hand, revealing a warm smile.

"Take it! Isn't there a clinic nearby? Go and get treated..." he laughed, "I'm looking forward to your sword dance next time!"

Suddenly, the man's expression became misty, and after a long while, he finally spoke:

"My name is Gongsun Luo. My father, Gongsun Bo, and I used to work at the Chongde Martial Arts School. However, I got into a fight and committed a crime, so the school expelled us..."

At this point, there was not a trace of remorse in his expression; rather, he was more angry.

“I know that outsiders think I killed my father, but... they even brought up my deceased mother, and of course I can’t stand it!”

“But now that I think about it, maybe I shouldn’t have acted impulsively…” Gongsun Luo said with self-mockery in his eyes, “If it weren’t for the fact that he had to raise and take care of me, how could Father have become addicted to gambling?”

Xiao Ran understood what he meant. In fact, what he said made sense. Although performing may seem glamorous on the surface, the income is actually very low. Not everyone is a rich young master like Nangong Ming. If you encounter some stingy audience members, you may not even get any income.

His father was right to want to make money, but he was wrong to use the wrong methods.