Chapter 2542

It wasn't until Ping Shun's back disappeared that the woman seemed to regain her senses and found her man lying on the ground fainted from fright.

"Bah! Useless thing, I still want you to protect me, wait for the next life!"

The woman spat in disgust, turned around and walked back to the room, and slammed the door shut.

Of course, Ping Shun knew nothing about what happened here.

He has led Leopard to the door of the fifth house.

As the woman said, this is the poorest and most dilapidated place here. There is not even a yard, only an earthen house and a half-thatched cottage.

As for why one and a half is said, it is entirely because half of the thatched huts have collapsed.

Ping Shun walked in with a frown, and an alert questioning sound immediately sounded in the dark courtyard, "Who?!"

This is the thick and vicissitudes of life of the bass, and it should be the Uncle Bao that the woman said before.

Ping Shun was also unambiguous, and whispered, "Uncle Bao, it's me."

"Who are you? The voice is very strange. You don't sleep in the middle of the night. What are you doing in my yard?"

Uncle Bao was obviously very vigilant. While speaking, he had already walked out of the thatched hut.

When his figure fully appeared in front of Ping Shun, he realized that Uncle Bao in front of him was already over fifty years old, but his figure was exceptionally tough, and he walked like a tiger, obviously because of his frequent work.

Uncle Bao held a dead wind lantern in his hand, and looked towards Ping Shun. The more he looked, the more confused he became, "Young man, this is the first time we have met, right? Who are you? What can you do with me?"

"Uncle Bao, I came here to ask you about something." Pingshun didn't beat around the bush, and asked directly, "I'm looking for a long-lost relative, and I want to know if it's Ah Feng you picked up."

"Afeng?" Uncle Bao squinted his eyes, looked at Pingshun vigilantly, and showed displeasure, "Do you know that Afeng is insane, so you want to deceive me? Tell you, Afeng is my daughter. No one wants to bully her!"

Pingshun knew that the old man in front of him was very upright, so he immediately threw out his trump card, "Uncle Bao, I am really Ah Feng's relative, and I have been looking for her for thirteen years! Did you pick her up at the beach back then? Still wounded, with a hole pierced through the chest by a knife?"

Uncle Bao was shocked when he heard that, "You...you really are Ah Feng's relatives?"

"Of course!" Ping Shun nodded without changing his expression, and continued to talk about Ah Feng's characteristics, "Although she is not very clear-headed, her appearance will never change. She has the most perfect appearance in the world, and her eyes are more beautiful than others. The sky is even more pure blue."

Uncle Bao hesitated for a moment, his expression was a little moved, obviously he had been persuaded by Ping Shun.

"That's right, Ah Feng does live with me," Uncle Bao nodded, "I went fishing thirteen years ago, and I caught her with a net. Almost dead already."

Ping Shun's heartbeat was even stronger, it was true!

This crazy woman named Ah Feng may be the real Chu Fengyi, the former queen who really gave birth to Lingxi, and Dongfang Ke Yu's real first wife!

Although the guess in his heart was gradually confirmed, Ping Shun did not show an ecstatic look, but asked in a low voice, "And then?"

"Then? If you picked up a half-dead person, would you try your best to revive her, or would you throw her into the water again?"

Uncle Bao smiled, with a flash of guilt in his eyes.

Ping Shun had already guessed Uncle Bao's answer, but he didn't make a sound.

He knew that the tough man in front of him would definitely not have rescued a stranger who was not relatives or relatives. After all, no one wanted to leave a dying person on board.

Uncle Bao's expression was in a trance, and he was taken back to the past...

Thirteen years ago—

At that time, Uncle Bao was not as old as he is now, and he lived in the only village on this small island.

The people in this village were formerly Seymour's old subordinates. They were exiled here by Seymour either because they were old or disabled.

Although they lived in poverty, being able to feed their stomachs and live was already the greatest gift from God for those who were used to killing.

Uncle Bao's house is the most rudimentary in this small village, with only a thatched cottage that will not fall down, which is a perfect example of the four words "house with bare walls".

Most of the time, he would go out to sea with the boat to fish, and when he saw the fish he liked, he would keep it back to eat, and throw the fish he didn't like directly into the sea.

It is Uncle Bao's character to live recklessly. He lives a leisurely life every day. Although he sleeps in a broken thatched hut, he feels that it is no worse than the luxury he had when he was with Seymour.

After all, at that time, he never knew whether he would be alive in the next second.

But now, every second of his breath is full of freedom.

On this day, as usual, he rocked the boat to go fishing, dangling carelessly on the sea.

The fishing net waving its arms went down, like an open round skirt, falling heavily into the water and sinking instantly.

Uncle Bao waited for a while, skillfully retracted the net, and found that it was heavy inside.

He thought he was lucky today, and caught a school of fish in his net, but who knew that when the fishing net came out of the water, he found that the person wrapped in it was actually a woman.

Through the fishing net, I couldn't see the woman's face clearly, I could barely see her messy long hair and the oozing wound on her chest.

"Pfft, bad luck!"

Uncle Bao cursed secretly, didn't take a second look at all, and let go of the fishing net, the woman who had just been fished out splashed into the water, causing a few splashes.

Uncle Bao, who was fishing at sea, was in an instant gloomy mood, after all, no one wanted to fish out the dead body from the water.

Although he didn't take a closer look at the woman, he knew that even if she wasn't a corpse for the time being, she was pretty much the same.

Her skin was a dead grayish white, and when she was picked up, her whole body was stiff, and she was only half a breath away from a corpse.

Finding a dead body is bad luck, at least Uncle Bao thinks so.

He didn't even want the fishing nets, turned the bow of the boat, and rowed towards the shore.

The swaying boat swayed through the heavy waves and slowly slid towards the shore.

When Uncle Bao jumped ashore, he realized that there was a fishing net hooked behind his boat.

And the woman who accidentally caught it was dragging far behind.

He rolled his eyes and shook his head helplessly.

Originally, he really didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but it seemed that it was God's will, after all, he still didn't get rid of this woman who was about to die.

Uncle Bao had no choice but to jump back into the boat, pulled the fishing net to him, untied it, and brought the woman ashore.

I don't know if it was because of dragging on the water all the way, the blood on the woman's body has been washed away.

Even the previously messy hair has become much smoother.

These Uncle Bao didn't care, after all, since he planned to meddle in other people's business, he didn't care whether the rescued person was beautiful or ugly.