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Years ago, when he was in closed-door cultivation, his junior sister had given him the cold jade so that he could sense the dangers outside at all times. However, he was assassinated later on and the cold jade was lost in the chaos.

Now that it appeared and lit up, his mind was in a state of confusion.

"Big Brother Zhong …"

Zhou Zihan tightly furrowed his brows, he was extremely worried in his heart, thinking about how low he should lower his head and look straight at Zhong Wentao, and said softly: "What if something really happens?"

"Where did you get this jade?"

When he was killed all those years ago, the jade must have fallen into the hands of the enemy. If he knew the origin of the jade, he might be able to find his enemy and avenge himself.

The old man gently shook his head. "I bought it from a man who just happened to appear by my side and asked if I wanted to buy the jade. I saw that the stone was of good quality and agreed, spending quite a bit of money …"

The old man answered with difficulty, his expression not looking very good.

He had been buying this jade for quite some time now, so finding the person who sold it to him was completely ridiculous.

Zhong Wentao nodded lightly. He was more or less disappointed, he had thought that he could find some clues, it seemed like he was too impatient.

"It's too late for that. Just stay here and let me down. If anything happens, I'll deal with it as soon as possible."

Zhong Wentao opened his mouth and asked the old man to stay the night at the infirmary.

He wasn't sure when the wound would reopen. It would be better to stay close.

The old man completely listened to Zhong Wentao, so he naturally wouldn't reject this matter. He went to inform the people outside, and then slept on the small bed, actually sleeping extremely well.

In the morning of the second day, Zhou Cangzhu got up and cooked a meal of great initiative and enthusiasm. It was only because he saw a good opportunity to earn money.

The patient stayed in the infirmary last night. The room cost, the breakfast cost, the consultation cost... He had to have a bunch of hundred-dollar bills, and he was thinking about how much he should charge. He had been in a state of excitement all morning.

It was just a simple breakfast, yet Zhou Cangzhu actually made a total of ten dishes, which was even more delicious than the dishes he cooked during the New Year.

Zhou Zihan carried the dishes out one by one, while thinking about how to tell Zhou Cangzhu the truth.

When Zhou Cangzhu was preparing the third dish, the patient had already left. He had no intention to stay for the meal at all … But she was worried that Zhou Cangzhu might be angry, so he hesitated and did not say it out loud. With that hesitation, he already prepared the food he wanted to eat, if Zhou Cangzhu knew, he would be even angrier!

"Where is he?"

Standing in the dining hall, looking at the empty chair, Zhou Cangzhu was a little surprised.

"Father, they have left …"

Zhou Zihan said softly as he closed his eyes and waited for the thunderstorm to come.

"Damned girl!" "Brat, you're leaving just like that!"

Sure enough, Zhou Cangzhu placed the plate on top of it and scolded loudly. Zhong Wentao and Cheng Yang had long left, and only she was left listening to Zhou Cangzhu's scolding, and couldn't even go to school.

She regretted that she should have left with them.

Ming Yang Gallery.

This was the old man's own gallery. All the paintings inside were paintings accumulated by the old man from when he was young until now.

However, Zhong Wentao's body contained an old soul from five hundred years ago, so he did not care about painting at all. Since Cheng Yang was a slut, he would naturally not recognise any master teachers, so even if the two of them entered the Gallery, they would not be shocked. Instead, the old man would think that they were unfazed young people, and admire them very much.

"What do you think?"

The old man entered the lounge and asked with a smile. He looked very kind.

"It's very good, but it's a pity that we are people that won't appreciate it."

Zhong Wentao said with a smile that was a little awkward. His past life had been spent trying to find ways to improve his medical skills, all of his thoughts were focused on cultivation. He did not know anything about this at all.

"Divine Doctor Zhong, you're very good!"

The old man patted Zhong Wentao's shoulders and said resolutely.

What's the use of being able to draw?

He still couldn't hold the brush with his hand. He was just a cripple.

Zhong Wentao and Cheng Yang looked at each other, they did not understand why the old man called them over. To be able to make two people who did not know how to appreciate paintings stay here, this was not gratitude, but torture.

The old man laughed but did not say a word. Sitting beside Zhong Wentao, his wounds had already healed quite a bit. At least the rotten smell had dissipated.

"Master Zhang, I haven't seen you in the gallery for more than a year. How did you suddenly appear? Could it be that you can paint anew?"

Suddenly, a loud sound was heard from outside.

If you don't see him, you'll hear his voice first.

The moment his voice fell, a bald man walked in with a ferocious wolfdog in his hand. The moment he saw the old man, he grimaced in pain and wanted to pounce on him to take a bite.

The old man instinctively took a step back and held his arm. It could be seen that he was terrified of this wolfdog. It was this dog that bit him.

The bald man obviously brought the dog to scare the old man. He even brought his dog forward to take a few steps with a smile on his face.

Zhong Wentao stood up, blocking in front of the man, and did not let him get any closer.

The ugly wolfhound used its front paws to leave a dirty footprint on his dirty shoes.

"Young man, you should get out of the way. My dog is really ferocious."

The bald man laughed and said, not caring about what Zhong Wentao said to stop him.

Since he had the ability to make people suffer for a year, he naturally had the ability to do so for another year.

"What have I done to offend you? My wound was caused by your vicious dog's bite, and I haven't fully recovered yet!"

The old man's body trembled and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

Forcing force into his arm, the gauze that was wrapped up started to ooze blood. Clearly, the wound had been split open.

Although the smell of blood was faint, it was a huge stimulation for the wolfdogs.

"Awoo!"

The wolfhound howled, scaring away all the guests in the gallery.

The old man had no choice but to have the staff close the gallery, making it impossible for it to function normally.

This had been the case for more than a year. As long as he was here, the bald man would bring the wolfhound to make a ruckus. Although many people liked his paintings, they would always keep their distance from his galleries.

"Sell the painting of a fairy to me, and I'll let you go."

The bald man coldly said. So there really was a purpose.

"Fairy painting?"

Cheng Yang asked curiously. Wouldn't it be fine if he just sold a painting to her?

The old man could only helplessly shake his head, as he was completely unable to take out that painting.

"I told you already, that painting was bought by a mysterious man. He gave me a price twenty times higher than the original painting and even took away the painting that night. I don't know who he is or where he is, how can I give you that painting? If I knew that this painting brought me such trouble, I would definitely not paint this painting! "

The old man was heartbroken and very sad.

"I don't care, if you don't give me the painting of a fairy, I'll let my baby bite you to death!"

The bald man was furious. As he spoke, he let go of the reins in his hands, and the wolfdog quickly rushed forward, throwing Zhong Wentao who was in front of the old man onto the ground.

"Godly Doctor!"

"Zhong Wentao!"

The gallery fell into chaos, and the old man quickly closed his eyes, not wanting to see the bloody scene.

Cheng Yang was hesitating on whether he should help, but he was also afraid of dogs, so he didn't dare to move forward.

The bald man laughed complacently, but he did not hear Zhong Wentao's mournful howl even after a long time. Instead, the wolfdog had quieted down a lot, and was lying on Zhong Wentao's body as if it had fallen asleep.

Suddenly, Zhong Wentao slowly sat up and pushed the wolfdog off his body.

The wolfhound fell limply to the ground, as if it didn't feel anything at all.

"What did you do to it!"

Clutching Zhong Wentao's collar, the bald man was extremely furious. That was his most beloved pet.

Using his hand to brush away the bald man's hand, Zhong Wentao patted his skin and stood up.

He didn't do anything. When the wolfhound pounced on him, he pierced its acupuncture points and caused it to fall into a deep slumber.

Humans were also animals, so dogs also had acupuncture points.

"You're not welcome here. If you don't leave, you'll end up like your dog."

Zhong Wentao smiled and threatened, causing the bald man's expression to freeze in an instant. It was very terrifying.

The bald man glared at Zhong Wentao fiercely, and in the end, left with the wolfhound. He decided to wait until Zhong Wentao was no longer here to seek revenge.

"Godly Doctor, you shouldn't have clashed with him. I'll be going to America in a while, and I won't be coming back in the future, but you still have to stay in the Pine City. What if he hates you?!"

The old man was extremely anxious. He couldn't care about the pain in his wound as he kept trying to think of a solution.

"What is a painting of a fairy?"

Zhong Wentao opened his mouth and changed the topic.

Compared to the bald man's revenge, he was still more interested in the fairy image.

Just what kind of painting could make someone spend twenty times the price to buy it? This wasn't just buying things, but also using money to smash someone with it.

If it wasn't because the old man's drawing skills were too exquisite, then he could only hide other things.

"Sigh …"

The old man sighed, "A woman wearing ancient clothes appeared in front of my house. Her body was covered in blood, and she begged me to save her. When I got near her, she disappeared …"

"A woman dressed in ancient clothes? Aren't you watching too many ancient costume dramas! "

Cheng Yang shouted loudly, he did not believe the words of the old man at all.

On the contrary, Zhong Wentao fell into silence in an instant.

"I also thought it was a dream, but this dream was too real. It was as if I saw it with my own eyes, so I quickly drew it the next day and it became a fairy picture."

The old man was also helpless. This was practically a bloodbath caused by a dream.

"Do you have a map?"

Zhong Wentao suddenly opened his mouth, causing the old man and Cheng Yang to be extremely shocked, why is it that even he was extremely interested in this painting?

"Before I sold the painting, I took a photo as a souvenir. Follow me to the lounge, I'll find it for you to see."

The two of them followed the old man into the lounge, where they watched him rummaging through boxes for cameras.

Time passed second by second. Almost every corner of the lounge had been rummaged through. However, there was no sign of a camera.

"It was clearly placed here …"