After speaking, he turned around and walked to the fire, calmly joining the group of men in eating roasted meat.
Then, Old Ni was seen clutching his stomach, kneeling on the ground, curled up in a ball. At this moment, a little girl about five or six years old, covered in dirt and wearing tattered clothes, stumbled over, her face full of tears as she knelt beside the middle-aged man, raspily saying, "Dad!"
"Don’t cry! Don’t cry! Dad’s okay!" The dusty-faced man tried hard to suppress the pain, trembling as he stroked the little girl’s head, his face determined.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Chen sighed softly. Chengyu suddenly stood up, but Zhang Chen reached out to stop him: "Don’t intervene, I naturally have a way to deal with him."
A drop of blood seeped out from under Zhang Chen’s foot and disappeared, then directly invaded the body of the man who was feeding meat to the dog.
Even if that man had cultivated his Qi Blood, what could it do? To the Blood God Child, he was still just food.
The man and the little girl came not far from Zhang Chen and others, the father and daughter depending on each other for survival, huddled in the shadows silently.
At this moment, Mrs. Zhang had finished stewing meat. The family was eating the stew when the man, leading the girl, walked over with a pale face, his voice somewhat timid, "Madam, could you spare a bowl of soup for my child? She hasn’t eaten for three days..."
The man’s voice carried a note of sobbing. Before, he didn’t cry when mocked, didn’t cry when beaten, yet now there was a tinge of sob in his voice.
Zhang Chen was stunned looking at the dirty face. Previously, because the person was filthy all over, coupled with the dim night, he couldn’t discern the person’s background. As the person approached, Zhang Chen finally recognized who it was: Chen Ping!
Chen Ping, the Young Leader of the Dragon Tiger Escort Agency!
"Young Leader!" Zhang Chen exclaimed, hastily supporting him. Upon contact, Zhang Chen was startled to sense the Qi Mechanism from the other’s body. Not only was he grievously injured, but even the tendons of his hands had been severed.
Chen Ping was now in total disarray, nothing like the spirited person of the past.
A familiar call of "Young Leader" immediately caused Chen Ping to look up. It was only then that Zhang Chen noticed one of Chen Ping’s eyes was blind, leaving only one that could still see.
"Zhang, my brother!!!" Chen Ping’s eyes reddened instantly upon seeing Zhang Chen.
"How did you end up like this?" Zhang Chen looked at Chen Ping, his eyes full of confusion.
"I... I... can I eat first?" Chen Ping’s eyes fixated on the big pot, full of longing, as his stomach growled noisily.
Zhang Chen handed a large bowl of meat over: "No need to be polite, eat with us."
"Ni, come eat the meat!" Chen Ping quickly called the little girl over. The little girl obediently ran over, picked up the meat to feed his daughter, while he devoured his portion ravenously.
The girl was filthy all over, and her hair was unkempt, making it hard to see her real appearance. Zhang Chen took a bite of meat and asked the question in his heart: "Mr. Chen, how did you come to this? Do you have a grudge against them?"
"A deep-seated vendetta in the Sea of Blood! It won’t end until one of us dies!" Chen Ping’s voice was filled with coldness, devouring the meat as he spoke: "A strange gust of wind blew that day, taking me away. Fortunately, this girl’s parents saved me, and I woke up. But I was unlucky and ran into my enemies, implicating this girl’s parents. I’ve since considered this girl my own daughter, trying every way possible to endure humiliation and survive."
"He kept us father and daughter alive, one, as a way to mock and vent, the other, to use us as bait in the wild, or when encountering demons, sacrifice us to attract the demons." Chen Ping’s voice was full of calmness, as if narrating things that hadn’t happened to himself.
"What’s this girl’s name?" Zhang Chen asked.
"Her name is Weiwei!" The little girl said timidly.
Zhang Chen handed another piece of meat over, his eyes showing a steely coldness: "I will avenge you!"
"No need! You’re a mere mortal; they are Martial Artists. You’re no match for them! Don’t get involved with us! You must act as if you don’t know me!" At this, Chen Ping gritted his teeth: "If you reach Jinling, help deliver this letter to the Dragon Tiger Escort Agency. I, Chen Ping, would be forever grateful, vowing to repay you as an ox or a horse in the next life!"
"I can’t escape. They’ve already targeted me, and I can’t drag you into this. It’s just unfortunate for this girl..." Chen Ping’s voice was full of calmness as he put down the meat, quickly tore off his clothing, used a knife to cut his palm, and laboriously wrote the word ’Dong’. He then solemnly handed it to Zhang Chen: "With this, my family will surely offer a thousand mu of fertile land. Brother, if you have any requests, feel free to ask my father. Chen Ping thanks you!"
At this point, Chen Ping quickly added: "Moreover, there are already people among the refugees secretly organizing forces, planning to use the chaos to attack the city tomorrow and forcefully carve out a path for survival. If you want to pass, remember to prepare in advance and seize the opportunity to rush out."
"Zhang, let’s say goodbye here."
After speaking, Chen Ping was about to leave, but Zhang Chen grabbed him: "Good brother, seeing an old friend, how can you leave so hastily?"
"If I don’t leave now, I’m afraid I’ll drag you down!" Chen Ping’s voice was low.
Hearing this, Zhang Chen sighed softly: "If you trust me, stay by my side. I believe that there is still justice and fairness in this world."
He had already used the Blood God Child to possess the Martial Artist at the Qi Blood Realm, so why would the other side come looking for trouble? Not only had he possessed that leader, but he also had two more Blood God Child puppets which would be useful in the future.