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

It was clearly night, but he saw it clearly.

At the moment Wei Ting fell to the ground, Cao Zhifeng saw the girl who chose to go out with him because she was worried about her younger brother. Her eyes were still open, but she was lifeless.

A shot right between the eyebrows.

While taking away a life, it also broke Cao Zhifeng's heart into pieces.

He rushed forward like a madman, fell to his knees directly, and held up Wei Ting's upper body with trembling hands. He screamed in pain and helplessness like a beast shot by an arrow.

"Ah! Ahh!!"

Cao Zhifeng clenched one hand into a fist and smashed it wildly on the concrete floor. Even though his flesh and blood were bruised by the gravel and gravel, he couldn't feel any pain.

Why!Why is it so accurate? !

He was wailing crazily in his heart.

Under the cover of night, he was jumping over the wall to shoot again. How could he hit the center of the eyebrow with one shot?

He had never seen Wei Ting before tonight, and he didn't know that there was such a person in Liujiaba Village.

To a certain extent, there is a high possibility that he will never have any interaction with this girl who is younger than his daughter in his entire life.

It happened that this group of dealers gathered in Liujiaba Village, and he happened to meet two brothers and sisters.

It happened that Wei Qingyun was a passionate young man, but Wei Ting was so protective of his shortcomings. For the sake of her brother's safety, she took him on a detour through the farmland without hesitation.

"Just simply leading the way."

"why why!"

Cao Zhifeng panicked and pressed Wei Ting's chest crazily, performing funny and heartbreaking rescue actions. He knew clearly that the bullet passed between his eyebrows and death had become an established fact.

"I'm just simply leading the way!"

Cao Zhifeng didn't even dare to look at Wei Ting's wide-open eyes, as images of the Ningzhou border flooded his mind.

Xiao Yan also fell into a pool of blood because of his negligence. When he died, he looked at himself silently like this. His eyes that refused to close showed his extremely longing for life and his reluctance to let go of this world.

"Master, it's all my fault."

Deng Yong looked at Cao Zhifeng, who was pretending to be crazy, and the corpse of the girl who didn't even say a word, and the longing like a maggot in his heart seemed to be miniscule.

He felt that the fault for this incident did not lie with Cao Zhifeng, but on himself.

Deng Yong stood there blankly, regretting his stunned behavior just now.

He knew very well that based on Cao Zhifeng's judgment of the situation, he would not have launched an attack without warning unless he was extremely confident that he could deal with the other person.

But he was immersed in his addictive desire and failed to respond in time.

I am despised for this trust.

Even though there were thousands of words in Deng Yong's mind, he couldn't say them out, and they all turned into a deep sigh.

Along with the sigh, there was also a crisp slap.

Cao Zhifeng's movement of quickly pressing Wei Ting's chest paused slightly. He woke up in a panic and suddenly raised his head to look at Deng Yong.

He seemed to have recovered from his daze, and gently closed Wei Ting's eyes with trembling hands.

"I don't blame you." Cao Zhifeng shook his head and did not blame Deng Yong. "I shouldn't take chances and think these drug dealers will be hesitant."

He also understood that Deng Yong could not control his attack time at all, not to mention that he could have avoided this incident.

If Wei Ting had been asked to stay away before deciding to take action, and if he had not waited until he sensed danger before shooting, he should have been able to make the two lose the ability to resist even without Deng Yong's cooperation.

But there are no ifs in everything, and life cannot be repeated.

Cao Zhifeng stared blankly at Wei Ting's face for a long time, then groped on the ground to pick up the dropped glasses.

His fingertips touched some subtle lines on the bracket. He raised it and took a closer look, only to find that there was a line of small words engraved with a laser on the somewhat faded glasses bracket.

The first grader, Class [-], Grade [-], Wei Ting.

Most likely it will be a prize awarded by the class or school.

Cao Zhifeng was stunned for a long time, and his fingertips gently slid over this line of small words.

He could feel from every word that Wei Qingyun and Wei Ting's parents would be proud of having such an outstanding daughter and sister.

But all this will disappear after today.

Cao Zhifeng didn't dare to get up for a moment. He slumped on the ground and took a deep breath. Then he held the glasses with his weak and trembling hands and put them on for Wei Ting seriously.

"Master..." The guilt in Deng Yong's voice was almost overflowing. After holding back a title, he still couldn't say a word.

At this time, no matter what he said, it seemed so feeble.

"I will make it clear to her family. No matter how much compensation they ask for, I will accept it."

Cao Zhifeng clutched the lucky coin that was shot through his chest with his hands, hoping extremely hard that he was shot instead of Wei Ting.

After hearing Deng Yong's guilty words, he stood up with his hands on the ground. He stumbled several steps as if he was drunk before standing still.

Even when he saw the corpses of a large group of drug dealers such as Zhou Yuanwei and Liu Jun, Captain Cao, who didn't have the slightest panic in his eyes, turned out to be desolate and pale when he found an ordinary female college student dead in front of him.

It was as if a huge mountain suddenly pressed down on his back, and his waist, which neither Jiang Ran nor Yan Yuqing had ever bent, actually became a little rickety.

Deng Yong looked at his master who had become much older in an instant. He suppressed the grief in his heart and slowly tried to help him, but Cao Zhifeng raised his arm to stop him.

"Xiao Lu and the others are here."

Deng Yong looked up in the direction of Cao Zhifeng's finger and saw the lights of several cars getting closer and closer.

"You talk to Xiao Lu and have them interrogated. As for Wei Ting..."

When Cao Zhifeng said this, he paused for a moment before continuing: "Just put it in my car first."

"When things here are finished, I will come to apologize in person."

Deng Yong was silent for a while, then nodded slightly.

"Just have a brief communication with Xiao Lu, leave two people here for interrogation, and ask the others to follow us to Liu Yuanfu's house to see what kind of tricks these traffickers are doing."

Although Cao Zhifeng was deeply saddened in his heart, he had not forgotten the business.

He knew that at this moment, he couldn't be immersed in sadness. All emotions that affected his actions should be suppressed in his heart.

As the car doors closed one after another after the vehicle came to a stop, more than a dozen law enforcement officers, who were holding their guns and ready for battle, gathered together and stepped forward.

Deng Yong knew that Cao Zhifeng was not in high spirits at the moment, so he simply met Xiao Lu who was taking the lead.

Seeing everyone's surprised and uncertain expressions when they looked at him, he adjusted his mood with a wry smile, and then greeted everyone loudly.

"Brother Yong, what happened with the gunfire just now?" Xiao Lu was about 1.7 meters tall and extremely capable. He glanced at Cao Zhifeng, who was standing not far behind Deng Yong, and asked in a low voice.

"Two shots were fired by the guy crouching on the ground, one shot was fired by Captain Cao, and the other two shots were fired by me."

"The person lying next to Captain Cao is also with them?" Xiao Lu's eyes were a little solemn.

Deng Yong was stunned when he heard this, with a slightly lonely look in his eyes: "It's a long story. Ask someone to interrogate them and see if you can find out anything."

"The rest of you, get your guns and follow me."