Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

When he saw the scene in the house clearly, Cao Zhifeng felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and the regret and hatred in his heart were magnified again, almost giving him the illusion that his vision went dark.

The room exuded a strong smell of medicine and illness, and a stale feeling spread all the time.

The reason is that there is a middle-aged man on a bed against the wall, struggling to support his upper body with his hands. The slight movement just now was caused by the sound of his hands.

Cao Zhifeng didn't need to look too much to judge that the other party was probably hemiplegic, and even the upper body's body functions were gradually weakening.

"Dad!" Wei Qingyun rushed to the bed, wiped away tears and helped his father up and leaned on the pillow.

"The doctor told you not to move around. If you want to sit down, just call me."

The middle-aged man's hair was mostly gray and his face was a bit thin. He reached out and touched Wei Qingyun's head, and his darkened lips formed an ugly smile.

"Yao'er, what happened? Why did I hear you arguing with someone outside?"

His voice was a little weak, but it sounded much healthier than his appearance.

The middle-aged man also had anxiety and worry in his eyes, but he did not show it in front of Wei Qingyun.

"I didn't quarrel with him." Wei Qingyun quickly shook his head and denied it. When he was beside his father, the tears he had suppressed for a long time rolled out of his eyes like broken beads.

"me……"

He said a few words "I" intermittently with a cry in his voice, but he couldn't utter a complete sentence at all.

The bad premonition in the middle-aged man's heart became stronger. While patting Wei Qingyun's back, he looked at the visitor who looked painful and pale.

"you are?"

Hearing the middle-aged man's confused inquiry, Cao Zhifeng suddenly came back to his senses, walked a few steps forward quickly, and hesitated for a while before taking out his ID from his arms.

"I am Cao Zhifeng, captain of the Yanshan City Anti-Drug Detachment."

The middle-aged man's pupils suddenly trembled, and he hurriedly explained.

"Sir, my Tingting and Yaoer usually stay at home and take turns taking care of me, except for going to school. How could they be related to contraband? Are you mistaken?"

When Wei Qingyun heard this, he clenched his fists. For a moment, he even felt that even if Cao Zhifeng came to his door for this reason, he and his sister would be better off than they were now.

"Mr. Wei, I didn't come to your house because of contraband."

When Cao Zhifeng heard the middle-aged man's hurried defense, he didn't find the other person's idea ridiculous, but felt extremely sour in his heart.

An ordinary villager, when he sees himself coming to the door, will only think about whether his child touched something he shouldn't have touched, and will never think about a more tragic situation.

Just ask a father, how desperate would it be before he would think of the death of his children for a moment?

Wei Ting's father was not desperate at the moment, but worried, but Cao Zhifeng knew very well that what he was going to say next might completely break through this man's psychological defense.

The problem is that he has to say that this is not something that can be solved by hiding.

He might be able to ask Xiao Songping to send someone to deal with this matter, or even be more ruthless and directly wipe him out.

He may be able to escape the accusations and anger of the Wei family father and son, but he definitely cannot escape the condemnation of his conscience.

In order to prevent his conscience from suffering further, Cao Zhifeng could only choose to face all the consequences of Wei Ting's death by himself.

"That's fine, that's fine."

The panic in Wei Ting's father's eyes had obviously dissipated a lot, and his tone sounded a little scared.

"I thought Tingting and Yaoer accidentally got into this kind of stuff. I saw on the Internet that there are a lot of new contrabands, and if you don't pay attention, you will get caught. It's better if you don't have them. It's better if you don't have them."

"Tingting has just been admitted to college, and Yao'er is still in high school. If she accidentally touches this thing, her whole life will be ruined."

When the middle-aged man mentioned his children, his face was filled with unwavering pride, and his complexion even improved a lot.

After he became paralyzed, he obviously didn't communicate much with outsiders. Now that he saw Cao Zhifeng, he unconsciously started talking.

"Tingting has always done well in studies. We didn't even enroll her in cram school. During the three years of high school, there were times when I couldn't even afford living expenses."

"Fortunately, she worked hard enough and often won prizes from various competitions, and often worked part-time outside. Otherwise, she might not have been able to survive."

As the middle-aged man spoke, the pride on his face turned to self-blame, and he looked at his lower body from time to time.

Cao Zhifeng listened to his ramble quietly, not daring to interrupt for a while. He couldn't imagine how cruel it would be to tell him about Wei Ting's death when the other person was stuck in memories.

"Tingting and Yao'er's mother died early. Ever since my legs became useless, Tingting was basically the one taking care of all the family affairs. Yao'er's temperament didn't develop because of her elder sister's guidance. For meritorious reasons.”

When the middle-aged man said this, he looked at Wei Qingyun with his head lowered in surprise, wondering why he didn't refute.

"Your legs?" Cao Zhifeng asked cautiously after considering his tone.

"My leg was injured early, so I might as well not mention it." The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile to avoid the question.

"Why don't you mention it?" Wei Qingyun glanced at Cao Zhifeng fiercely, "It's not like you guys just support some bastards just because you have some power, otherwise how could they be so rampant?"

"My dad's leg was broken by these bastards."

Cao Zhifeng frowned slightly and asked in a deep voice: "Who is the bastard you are talking about?"

The middle-aged man looked obviously panicked and said, "Yao'er, stop talking."

"Dad, I told you, the three members of Luo's family are gone. We don't need to worry anymore." Wei Qingyun shouted indignantly.

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but think of Mr. Jiang who beat Luo Hong to death and killed Luo Meng and Luo Fan like chickens. He secretly wondered if he had such means, could he protect his sister from harm?

"Your surname is Luo?" Cao Zhifeng murmured to himself, and then said seriously: "Don't worry, I will report what you said when I go back. Anyone who flouts the law will be severely punished."

"Hmph." Wei Qingyun snorted coldly and looked at him sideways, "There is no need for you to report it. The Luo family brothers and sisters have been killed long ago, so there is no need for you to act as an afterthought."

Finished being killed?Cao Zhifeng was startled, and a name came to his mind for no reason, Jiang Ran.

He wasn't sure whether this incident had anything to do with Jiang Ran, but his intuition was that the other party did it.

"Yao'er, why are you talking to Chief Cao? Your sister taught you to treat guests with courtesy, have you forgotten?" The middle-aged man's voice was mixed with a bit of displeasure.

When Wei Qingyun heard his father's slightly harsh lesson, his eyes that had just stopped crying turned red again, and he shouted in a hoarse voice: "My sister is gone! What does it matter whether I remember or not?!"

Since Cao Zhifeng had been hesitant to speak and did not dare to reveal the truth after entering the house, Wei Qingyun finally couldn't help but tell this extremely cruel fact.

The middle-aged man's expression froze, and he looked up stiffly at Cao Zhifeng. He found that the other person did not dare to look at him at all, and he suddenly understood something in his heart.

His eyes darkened, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his throat, and his face turned as pale as gold paper in an instant.