I was killed by my relatives, and I am reborn to be ruthless.

He Ronger looked at the alchemy furnace in his arms with a cold face, then he made up his mind and let go of his hand, and the box in his hand fell to the ground.

With a loud "bang", the alchemy furnace fell out of the box and hit the ground, breaking one leg.

"Rong'er, you..." He Xingwen didn't expect He Rong'er to be like this. He looked at her in disbelief and swallowed the words that were about to scold her.

"Forget it, if you don't like it, just throw it away. Look around the store and see which one you like. I'll buy it for you." He Xingwen said with a forced smile.

He Ronger frowned.

In this life, she didn't want to have anything to do with the He family anymore, so she had been avoiding these people.

He Xingwen's behavior has been very abnormal recently, making her wonder if he has been possessed by someone.

"He Xingwen, I've said this many times before. If you don't like me, don't mess with me. I'll just treat you as my family and we can just go our separate ways from now on, right?"

He Xingwen knew that He Rong'er was wronged, and he felt bad and aggrieved. He slowly walked towards He Rong'er and said carefully: "Rong'er, it was Third Brother who was wrong before. Third Brother should stand firmly on your side. Please don't alienate Third Brother, okay?"

He Ronger turned her head, still with a cold face: "He Xingwen, I don't know what you have been through, and I don't want to know. I just want to tell you that the He family has hurt me far more than this, and sooner or later I will leave the He family."

After saying that, she walked out of the alchemy furnace shop without looking back.

Zou Mubai looked at He Xingwen, then at the alchemy furnace on the ground, curled his lips, and followed him out.

Only He Xingwen was left standing there blankly, watching He Ronger gradually walk away.

He suddenly felt a sense of emptiness in his chest, as if something very important was about to leave his body, and his chest ached badly.

The clerk in the alchemy furnace shop didn't dare to say anything when watching this scene. He just looked at the broken alchemy furnace lying on the ground with a distressed look on his face, shaking his head and sighing continuously.

Walking out of the alchemy furnace shop, Zou Mubai felt a little unhappy.

They had wanted to buy a better alchemy furnace for Rong girl, but now that they had left the best alchemy furnace shop in town, where should they go to find one?

At this moment, he suddenly felt a very familiar spiritual power looming not far away, and he stopped immediately.

As He Rong'er was walking, she felt that the person behind her was not catching up, so she turned around and looked over: "Uncle Zou, why don't you leave?"

"Wait a minute, Rong'er, wait here for me. I'll be gone for a while."

After saying this, without waiting for He Ronger to reply, he flew to a higher place, climbed over a high wall and disappeared.

He Ronger was a little confused and could only sigh helplessly in the end.

But since Uncle Zou asked her to wait, she would wait here.

He Ronger looked at where she was standing. It was a small alley that was not very busy.

The alley was not too wide, with groups of people walking on both sides. In the corner not far away, there were a few coolies standing in the sun. Judging from the mud on their bodies, they should be bricklayers looking for work.

Although the clothes he wore were a bit ragged, his exposed upper arm muscles were obvious and his skin was dark, and it was obvious that he was a man who worked all year round.

These people all came from the human world and none of them had any spiritual power. In order to survive, they could only find some rough and heavy work in the town to support their families.

As soon as He Ronger stood here, he found that one of the men squatting in the corner was holding a small tobacco pipe in his hand, which looked somewhat unique in shape.

Out of curiosity, He Ronger bravely walked over.

"Uncle, what are you holding in your hand?" He Ronger asked, blinking her big eyes and looking at what the man was holding.

The middle-aged man was dozing with his head down when he heard a soft voice speaking in his ear. When he looked up, he saw a pretty little girl standing in front of him.

The man was stunned at first, then he realized that the girl was talking about the pipe in his hand.

He raised the object in his hand awkwardly and said, "This is my tobacco bottle. I found it while working at a house a few years ago. The owner said it was unlucky for a dead person to use it and asked me to throw it away, but I couldn't bear to do so."

After saying that the man smiled awkwardly.

He Ronger stared at the pipe in his hand for a long time, and finally couldn't help but asked curiously: "Can you show me your pipe?"

From the first moment she saw this thing, she felt it was very familiar, as if it was a friend who had been lost for a long time.

The man's expression paused for a moment. He looked around at his companions who came out with him. Those companions also looked at He Ronger with strange expressions.

One of them laughed and joked: "Little girl, this is a tobacco pipe. You are too young to use it."

"That's right, kid, don't learn any nonsense. Go home and find your parents."

He Ronger frowned. She didn't look at the people next to her. She kept her eyes on the middle-aged man holding the pipe. "Uncle, do you want to sell this pipe? Can I buy it with spirit stones?"

When the man heard this, he looked up at her and said, "Girl, this thing of mine was used by a dead person, do you mind?"

He Ronger shook her head. "You name a price."

The man was in a dilemma. He had picked this thing up and didn't spend any money on it, but he had used it for so long that he didn't want to give it away directly. He didn't know how much he should ask for it.

At this moment, a little boy of about seven or eight years old ran over from the other end of the alley, shouting as he ran: "Uncle Li, it's bad, your Xiucai has fainted! Go back and check on her."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked towards the boy. The man holding the pipe looked anxious: "Da Hu, what did you say? Where is Xiu Cai?"

"She fainted at your doorstep. I just saw Aunt Li carrying her into the yard. It was Aunt Li who asked me to come find you."

The middle-aged man became anxious when he heard this, so he picked up the things around him and ran after the child.

He Ronger was thinking about the tobacco pipe, so she chased after it without thinking.

Not long after, they turned two or three alleys and arrived at the gate of a low courtyard. The gate of the courtyard was open, and Uncle Li ran in directly, shouting as he ran: "Xiu Cai, Dad is here! How are you? Mother, why did Xiu Cai faint again?"

When He Ronger, who was following behind, heard this, she guessed that this was not the first time the child had the disease.

She followed him into the yard without saying a word.

A middle-aged woman was sitting on the kang in the main room, holding a two-year-old girl in her arms.

The girl had her eyes closed tightly. She must be the Xiucai they were talking about.

Uncle Li felt so distressed when he saw the fainted child. He wanted to reach out and hug her but was afraid of hurting her. He looked a little helpless.

"Dad, what should we do? Xiucai was playing with other children at the door just now, and she fainted when I turned around. Our family has no money, how can we pay for the child's medical treatment?" The middle-aged woman cried sadly while holding the child.