Divine Hint: Reporting An Escaped Convict From The Start

'Soldiers?'

The three people in front of him were clearly real soldiers.

The middle-aged man in the lead had an extraordinary status. Although he was an ordinary person, he had the aura of a superior.

Moreover, the two young men beside him were armed with guns. Clearly, they were protecting him. Not only that, but these two were actually martial artists, Postnatal martial artists.

What were these three doing at Mount Laojun?

Li Hao could not help but wonder.

When Li Hao looked at the three of them, they also looked at Li Hao with strange expressions, especially when they saw a beauty like Qin Yaqing.

Soon, the three of them found a table and sat down. It seemed like they were going to order food.

Not long after, Li Hao and Qin Yaqing finished their meal and prepared to continue driving to work.

Li Hao was shocked again when he saw the other black Audi in the parking space outside.

This photo of the Audi was actually taken in white. It had black numbers and the beginning of red letters.

'Military vehicles!'

They were indeed not ordinary people.

And that number was awesome.

00005!

Car No. 5.

Who exactly was this middle-aged man? He actually drove Car No. 5 here. Li Hao wondered if it was his own…

Of course, Li Hao was here for business, so he did not dwell on the middle-aged man's identity. Li Hao drove straight up the mountain with Qin Yaqing.

At Mount Laojun, the incense offerings of the Laojun Temple were flourishing. There were many visitors.

When they reached the halfway point, the car could no longer drive up.

They had to walk up.

Mount Laojun was very steep, but at this moment, many people were still climbing up. Moreover, many of these people were sick.

Some of them were even on their last breaths, but they were still being carried up the mountain.

There were babies crying for food and old people in their eighties and nineties.

This scene made Li Hao and Qin Yaqing feel strange.

"All the best, son. You're going to see the expert today. It's not far. As long as the expert is willing to help, your cancer will be saved!"

"Dad, hang in there. We're almost there. As long as you see Master Sanyang, you can live a few more years!"

"Walk faster…"

"…"

Moreover, these people looked like they were in a hurry. Even though it was past noon, they kept climbing. From their words, it was obvious that they were here to see a doctor to save their lives.

Li Hao and Qin Yaqing also climbed for four hours before finally reaching the top.

This was really a good place. Li Hao actually felt that the spiritual energy on Mount Laojun was much richer than below. It was a good place to cultivate.

It was no wonder that cultivators existed here.

Outside a hall situated on the edge of a cliff, a large crowd had gathered. There seemed to be a queue.

The name of this hall was the Sanyang Hall.

Li Hao really did not know which immortal this Sanyang Hall worshiped.

At the entrance of the hall, a young man in a Daoist robe was looking at the people in front of him with his hands behind his back. He looked arrogant.

Creak!

The door to the hall opened and a middle-aged man walked out.

"Haha, I'm fine. My legs are all healed!" The middle-aged man walked out with an excited expression and smiled.

"Didn't this guy break his leg just now? It's only been ten minutes, but he's completely recovered and can still walk…"

"A divine doctor, a real divine doctor!"

"Master Sanyang is a God!"

"…"

Many people who were queuing at the door were also shocked when they saw this scene.

"Next!" At this moment, the young man in the Daoist robe standing at the entrance of the hall said calmly.

"It's our turn, Dad. You will be saved!" At this moment, an old man was carried up. A man beside him spoke excitedly.

"Ten million, transfer first!" At this moment, the young man in the Daoist robe pointed at the bank account on the wall and said coldly.

'Ten million?'

Hearing this, the expressions of the people in the queue behind turned ugly.

This was too expensive.

However, many people were not surprised. They had asked around in advance and found out that the cost to seek treatment from the Three Suns Immortal was ten million.

"What? Ten million for a checkup? That's expensive, Li Hao!"

Even Qin Yaqing was shocked by the price.

Li Hao's heart skipped a beat, but he frowned slightly.

If the other party was really a cultivator, it should not take much effort to treat these illnesses with spiritual power.

Hearing the young man's words, the man's expression changed. It was very ugly. Then, he said respectfully to the young man. "Um… Brother, can you lower the price? I only have five million at home. Look…"

"Cheap? Do you think this is a market? If I say 10 million, I mean 10 million. Not a cent less! If you don't have money, then don't expect to get treated! Hurry up and get lost! Next…"

Before the man could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the young man in the Daoist robe. He said sternly and arrogantly, "Ah! Don't, little brother. We've been waiting for most of the day. Please help. My father really can't take it anymore! Let Master Sanyang take a look…"

The man's expression changed drastically, but he did not give up. He wanted to rush into the hall with his men.

Seeing this scene, the young man's expression turned cold and he pushed the man.

Bang!

However, the push was shockingly powerful. It pushed the man several meters away and he landed heavily on the ground, screaming.

The people in the back were shocked by what they saw.

Martial artist!

This young man in the Daoist robe was a martial artist, and a Connate martial artist at that.

Martial artists were divided into Connate and Postnatal. Connate was above Postnatal, and only after stepping into the Connate Foundation Establishment could one be called a cultivator.

Li Hao's expression froze slightly. This young man in the Daoist robe was very arrogant.

"Next," said the young man in the Daoist robe again.

"Ah! My turn. My turn."

Another portly man emerged, but he looked weak.

"Ten million. If the transfer is successful, you can go in," said the young man in the Daoist robe coldly again.

"Okay, okay!"

The fat man nodded immediately. As long as it could cure his AIDS, ten million was nothing. The fat man started to transfer money to the bank account information pasted on the wall. It seemed that he was not short of money.

Soon, the transfer was successful and the fatty walked in.

Only a few minutes later, the fat man walked out in high spirits. His previous weakness was gone.