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

Where is my sister?These three simple words hit Cao Zhifeng's heart like a big bell.

This man with a strong body and a resolute face almost instantly became as helpless as a child who had done something wrong.

He stared blankly at Wei Qingyun, who was staring at him. As time passed, the despair in his eyes almost overflowed. He opened his mouth several times, but could not utter a complete sentence.

"Captain Cao, I'm asking you, where is my sister?" Wei Qingyun bit her lips and teeth, her voice trembling.

His tone at this time had completely changed to questioning, and his address to Cao Zhifeng was no longer an honorific one.

"Your sister..." Cao Zhifeng muttered two words, and then he saw Wei Qingyun rushing toward where he parked his car like a madman.

"Sister, sister!" Wei Qingyun shouted at the top of his lungs as he ran, "Are you hiding in the car and trying to scare me?"

"I know you're hiding in the car, right?"

He could clearly see through the windshield that there was no one on the seat, but he still put his face against the car window and looked in. He followed the car around and after looking through all four windows, he frantically Smashing the car door with his fist.

Cao Zhifeng hurriedly stepped forward to hug Wei Qingyun, who was a little crazy. But as soon as he controlled him, he noticed a huge force coming from him, and he almost broke free from the half-grown boy, so he quickly increased his strength.

He didn't understand at all how this young man, who was not strong in body, felt so distressed that he could burst out with such great strength.

"Where is my sister!"

Wei Qingyun struggled for a few times and found that he could not break away from Cao Zhifeng's control. He turned his fist upside down and pounded the opponent randomly.

Every punch was thrown with all his strength, and every punch caused Cao Zhifeng's body and soul to suffer double damage.

"Cao Zhifeng, let me ask you on horseback, where is my sister?!"

Wei Qingyun clenched his teeth together, and his body felt like it was twitching. His eyes widened, and he turned to look at Cao Zhifeng with extremely ferocious eyes.

"Didn't she lead the way for you? Didn't you say that all the drug dealers were arrested?"

"Where is she? Where is she? Where is she!!"

"You answer me on horseback, answer me!!"

Wei Qingyun stretched out his hands to grab Cao Zhifeng's collar, looked up at him and roared crazily, his throat felt like it was almost broken.

Cao Zhifeng suddenly lowered his hands, not to mention counterattack. The self-blame and regret deep in his heart were still infinitely amplified by Wei Qingyun's questioning.

"Qingyun, is your father at home?"

He endured Wei Qingyun's punches, kicks and curses without saying a word. It wasn't until the boy was almost hoarse that he asked softly.

Wei Qingyun's throat was burning. When he heard his question, he looked at Cao Zhifeng with squinting eyes and resentment. His gloomy look made it hard to believe that this was the sunny boy from before.

Cao Zhifeng ignored the resentment in his eyes, thought for a while and continued: "There are some things that I think it would be better to explain clearly to your father face to face."

"I know you want to kill me now, but what has become a fact will not be changed by anyone's will."

"No matter what, your father always has the right to know. Some things cannot be hidden."

Every time Cao Zhifeng said a word, the hatred in Wei Qingyun's eyes became more intense.

It wasn't until he heard his words that the sparkle in the young man's eyes finally seeped out from the corners of his eyes.

Wei Qingyun looked at Cao Zhifeng fiercely for a long time with tears in his eyes, and then walked towards the open door without saying a word with his head down.

Cao Zhifeng stood there, his eyes focused on the trunk, and followed him silently after a while.

As soon as he entered, Wei Qingyun closed the door with a cold face and walked into the living room with some staggering steps.

Cao Zhifeng looked around and found that there were several clusters of flowers planted on the wall of the yard and a chicken coop was surrounded by a fence, but he saw no trace of chickens.

The wall tiles outside the living room door are old-fashioned and look to be at least 20 years old.

Judging from the decoration and appearance of the house alone, it is obvious that the living conditions of the Wei family are not very good.

However, neither Wei Ting nor Wei Qingyun has the inferiority complex caused by their poor family background. On the contrary, they both have cheerful personalities, presumably because of their harmonious families.

Cao Zhifeng quickly withdrew his gaze and looked around briefly before walking into the living room.

The size of the TV in the living room is no more than 40 inches, and there are traces of smoke on one side of the wall, probably caused by heating in winter.

The floor tiles underfoot are yellow in color and some have cracked, but the ground is as smooth as new. It looks like old furniture and decoration, but it doesn't give people a messy feeling.

Cao Zhifeng didn't need to ask, his instinct told him that this clean and tidy scene should be Wei Ting's handiwork.

He looked at Wei Qingyun who was standing next to a room separated by a curtain with confusion, and for a moment he was afraid to move any further.

Anyone who has never experienced all this can never imagine how tormenting he feels at this moment.

If he had a cold-blooded temperament, he might not be able to feel this pain at all, but Cao Zhifeng's blood was not only not cold, but also very hot, so that he was condemning himself all the time.

Wei Qingyun stood still at the door of the room without moving, tilting his head and raising his face to look at Cao Zhifeng, stubbornly holding on to prevent tears from flowing down.

Cao Zhifeng walked slowly to the boy's side and stretched out his hand to pat his shoulder.

As soon as he raised his right hand, he found that Wei Qingyun suddenly shrank back as if he had seen something extremely disgusting and disgusting.

Cao Zhifeng dismissed the idea out of boredom and smiled wryly, "Qingyun, I'm sorry."

"I don't want your apology, as long as you return my sister to me." Wei Qingyun bit his lip and shook his head, "I will never forgive you, never."

He knew that it was impossible for Cao Zhifeng to return Wei Ting to him, so he immediately spoke in a hoarse voice without waiting for the other party to respond.

When Cao Zhifeng heard this, he couldn't help being slightly stunned. He suddenly remembered that someone seemed to have said the same thing to him at the border of Ningzhou.

It doesn't matter whether you forgive or not, Wei Ting's death is an irreversible fact.

He couldn't possibly think that a simple apology could offset his guilt.

The reason why he apologized to Wei Qingyun was just that he wanted to say sorry to the boy, not to ask for forgiveness.

As soon as Wei Qingyun finished speaking these words through gritted teeth, there was a sound of rapid breathing and some slight movement from inside the door curtain.

The young man's eyes immediately changed, he ignored Cao Zhifeng, turned around and rushed into the house.

Cao Zhifeng was stunned by his sudden move, and immediately a hint of gloom appeared deep in his heart.

He cautiously took a step forward, stretched out his hand to lift the door curtain, then closed his eyes slightly, took a breath and walked in.

After calming down, Cao Zhifeng opened his eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he suddenly froze on the spot.