Wu Kui and Song Shuwen finally stood at the top of the cliff, and the howling wind blew past their ears, and their clothes were clamoring in the wind.

Their faces were filled with fatigue, but they also brought a sense of glory for surviving the disaster.

Song Shuwen looked at Wu Kui with gratitude in his eyes: "If it weren't for you this time, I would have been unable to come here alive. Thank you so much."

Wu Kui nodded slightly, but his expression was still cold: "Since that's the case, go back quickly."

Song Shuwen looked at Wu Kui, wanted to speak but stopped, and finally plucked up the courage and said, "Promise me, don't seek any more contempt."

Wu Kui's face suddenly sank, and he scolded sternly: "This is my business, you don't have to worry about it."

Song Shuwen was not scared away by Wu Kui's scolding. He continued to comfort him: "Think about your parents, they raised you with great difficulty. If you gave up your life so easily, how sad they would be. And those who care about you will be."

Wu Kui turned his head and remained silent.

Song Shuwen knew that he could not change Wu Kui's thoughts in a short period of time, so he sighed: "Okay, I hope you can think carefully about what I said. I'll leave first, take care of yourself."

After saying that, Song Shuwen turned around and left.

Wu Kui looked at Song Shuwen's back as he left, and a complicated feeling surged in his heart.

Wu Kui slowly walked towards the door of the house with his tired body. When his figure appeared at the door of the house, his mother Lin Shuhong widened her eyes, her face full of shock and disbelief.

Lin Dajiang, who was sitting aside, suddenly stood up, and the expression on his face gradually changed from surprise to surprise.

He rushed to Wu Kui with one stunning step, and supported his arm with trembling hands, his voice full of excitement: "You...you are not dead yet? That's great!"

Wu Kui looked at his uncle and mother, and a warm current surged in his heart.

He shouted softly: "Uncle."

Lin Dajiang kept looking at Wu Kui up and down, as if he wanted to make sure that the person in front of him was really an intact nephew.

Lin Shuhong was already in tears at this time. She rushed to Wu Kui, grabbed her son's arm tightly with both hands, and asked in a stern voice: "Son, what's going on? I saw you jump off the cliff in person!"

Wu Kui looked at his mother's sad and puzzled expression, and felt guilty.

He lowered his head slightly and said slowly, "Mom, I thought I was dead too. The moment I jumped off the cliff, my heart was filled with despair. But maybe it was God who really didn't want me to die."

Lin Shuhong hugged her son tightly and cried: "It's good to come back, it's good to come back. Don't do stupid things again in the future."

Wu Kui easily opened his hand holding his mother tightly, revealing a hint of stubbornness and determination in his eyes.

"Mother, you must agree to my request, otherwise I will seek death."

When Lin Shuhong heard this, the joy that had just emerged from her son's return was instantly replaced by panic.

"Son, I promise you any request. As long as you live well, you will be better than anything else."

Wu Kui frowned slightly, took a deep breath, and said slowly: "Mother, I hope you will not interfere too much in my life in the future. Let me choose my own path and take my own responsibilities."

"Okay, son, I promise you. As long as you are well, I will follow you in everything."

Song Shuwen looked at the vast road ahead, and a trace of regret surged in his heart.

He should ask Wu Kui where this is.

The hot sun shines mercilessly on the earth, and the dry air seems to suck all the moisture in people's body.

Song Shuwen wiped the sweat from his forehead.

I don’t know how long I walked, but there was still a deserted scene around me. Song Shuwen’s lips were already chapped and his throat was dry and uncomfortable. Just when he felt a little desperate, he suddenly saw a family not far ahead.

The family stood alone between heaven and earth, like a lighthouse in the desert, giving Song Shuwen hope.

He speeds up and walks towards the family.

When he got closer, he saw that the door was open, Song Shuwen was delighted.

He knocked on the door lightly, and no one answered, so he walked in carefully.

The yard was quiet, with only a well and some simple farm tools.

Song Shuwen walked to the door of the house and whispered: "Is anyone there? I'm passing by here and want to ask for a glass of water. By the way, I'll ask where this is."

There was still no movement in the room, and Song Shuwen was a little nervous.

He hesitated for a moment and decided to wait.

After a while, he heard a slight sound of footsteps from the room, and then the door slowly opened and an old man with a kind face appeared in front of him.

The old man looked at Song Shuwen with a hint of confusion in his eyes: "Who are you? Where are you from?"

Song Shuwen quickly bowed and said respectfully: "Old man, I was getting lost in the road and walked here. I was so thirsty that I wanted to ask for a glass of water. I hope the old man can make it convenient. Also, I would like to ask for advice on what is this place?"

The old man looked at Song Shuwen's tired appearance, nodded, turned around and poured some water into the house and handed it to Song Shuwen.

Song Shuwen took the water gratefully and drank it all, and suddenly felt much more comfortable.

The old man said slowly: "This is a small village on the edge of the desert, and few people pass by it. Where are you going? How could you come here?"

Song Shuwen sighed and briefly said his experience.

After hearing this, the old man frowned slightly: "You are going to the Prime Minister's Mansion? There is still a long way to go."

After Song Shuwen talked to the old man, his heart sank again.

When he learned that this was still the territory of Youzhou and was more than a hundred miles away from the Prime Minister's Mansion, his brows frowned tightly.

Thinking that the mastermind behind the scenes might not be far from here, but I don’t know the specific location, it is really difficult to find its den.

He continued to talk to the old man, trying to get familiar with the surrounding environment, trying to find some clues from it.

However, the worries in my heart are still lingering.

The old man saw his anxiety and said, "If you just walk, you don't know when you will reach your destination. It's better to buy a horse, so that you can be faster."

After hearing the old man's words, Song Shuwen felt aroused in his heart and then sighed helplessly.

He thanked the old man and turned around and set out on the road ahead.

Walking on the road, Song Shuwen was filled with sorrow.

He doesn't have much money, so how can he buy a horse?

As night falls, darkness gradually envelopes the earth.

Song Shuwen dragged his tired body and finally couldn't walk anymore.

He stood there, gasping slightly, his heart full of fatigue and helplessness.

He was reluctant to eat anything after he had no money left. When he thought that he would be even more exhausted after going to the inn to eat, he was frowning.

Just as he was in despair, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

If you know medical skills yourself, why not make some money for treatment and then go buy a horse?

This thought was like a bright light in the darkness, instantly illuminating his heart.

The light of hope rekindled in his eyes. Looking up, there was a village ahead.

He couldn't wait to speed up and walk towards the village.

As soon as he entered the village, he began to inquire if there were any patients.

He asked from door to door.

"May I ask, are there any patients here who need to see a doctor? I am a doctor and can treat patients." Song Shuwen said to a villager sincerely.

But basically, every time I get scolded, I come out of the door.

Those accusations were like sharp blades, stinging his heart.

"Who are you? You actually cursed someone else to get sick." Such words kept echoing in his ears.

He walked through several villages in a row, but no patient was found, but instead got angry.

He sighed helplessly.

At this time, he saw a dilapidated temple in front of him, and its dilapidated appearance seemed particularly lonely in the night.

But for Song Shuwen, this seems to be his only place to go.

He dragged his heavy steps and slowly walked towards the dilapidated temple.

When I opened the door, an old aura came to my face.

The temple was dark and damp, and the corners were covered with spider webs.

Song Shuwen found a relatively clean place to sit down, feeling exhausted.

In the Prime Minister's Mansion, Xi Yu's face was gloomy and his anger was burning.

He has spent a lot of manpower and time, but he still hasn't found the mastermind behind it.

This made him feel extremely frustrated and angry.

But Xi Yu gradually calmed down.

If you really can't find the mastermind behind it, then you won't look for it for the time being.

After a while, the news of Ping An was still alive will be publicly played.

The Prime Minister's Mansion shrouded in the night is quiet and deep.
To be continued...