Divine Hint: Reporting An Escaped Convict From The Start

Ten million yuan. No less.

The young man in the Daoist robe still looked proud and superior, looking down on them.

When Long Zhiming heard this, his expression turned ugly. The other party did not give him any face at all.

Not only did this Daoist in front of him not save her, but he was also so proud and arrogant. He even wanted to charge ten million yuan for a visit?

This was simply an unscrupulous act.

Long Zhiming was furious. He could not hold it in anymore.

Beside him, the two guards could no longer hold back.

"You're being rude. You're courting death!"

"What right do you have to say such a thing?"

The two martial artist guards clenched their fists. A powerful force erupted from their bodies and they were about to attack the young man in the Daoist robe in front of them.

"You really overestimate yourself!"

The young man in the Daoist robe saw their actions and said disdainfully, his voice filled with strong confidence.

The next moment, the young man in the Daoist robe moved. The power of a Connate martial artist erupted. In the next moment, he caught the two guards' fists.

The two guards' expressions changed. They felt a majestic power coming.

Bang! Bang!

There were two dull thuds as the two figures were sent flying. They landed heavily on the ground again, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths.

This scene shocked Long Zhiming.

"Martial artist? You're a martial artist?" Long Zhiming said in a low voice. Someone who could easily injure two of his martial artist guards could only be a martial artist, and a martial artist stronger than the two of them. If he was more powerful than a Postnatal realm martial artist, he could only be at the Connate realm…

"That's right, I'm a Connate Martial Artist! And my master is a true cultivator!"

The young man in the Daoist robe smiled again, his voice filled with incomparable pride.

Hearing this, Long Zhiming's heart skipped a beat.

It seemed that there was really no other way. It was really difficult.

Not only was Master Sanyang a cultivator, but he also did not give them any face and did not befriend them.

Hidden danger.

This was a hidden danger.

However, Long Zhiming had no choice now. He could only report the situation here and see what the others decided.

"Let's go!"

Long Zhiming said to the two guards who had gotten up and was about to leave when he suddenly noticed Li Hao and Qin Yaqing not far away. Long Zhiming was stunned.

It was actually the two people he had seen before.

Li Hao and Qin Yaqing also looked at Long Zhiming. Li Hao smiled and nodded, greeting him.

Li Hao naturally heard what the other party had said to the young man in the Daoist robe…

Li Hao had already made up his mind. After plucking the hundred-year-old Lingzhi and treating Old Master Qin, Li Hao did not mind taking a trip.

"Next!"

At this moment, the young man in the Daoist robe shouted again.

"Uncle, can you save my mother? My mother is dying…"

A little girl, about eight or nine years old, was dressed in thin clothes. Her long hair was tied back casually and was a little disheveled. There was sweat on her face. Beside the little girl was a pale woman who looked to be in her thirties. She was very thin, and her pale face was even a little green.

"Cough, cough, cough…"

The woman kept coughing. She was extremely weak, as if she could not stand properly and would fall at any moment. She placed a hand on her younger daughter's weak shoulder.

The little girl carried her mother's body on her shoulder and used all her strength to carry her up the mountain.

The little girl pleaded with the young man in the Daoist robe, looking very pitiful.

This scene stunned Long Zhiming again. He stopped in his tracks and felt a wave of emotions.

Not far away, Li Hao and Qin Yaqing saw this scene. Qin Yaqing, who was beside them, also had a look of pity in her eyes.

"What a poor girl…"

Li Hao was also moved. Li Hao could naturally tell that this woman did not have long to live. Moreover, as she coughed, she coughed out blood. There should be something wrong with her lungs. She would probably feel uncomfortable after taking a few steps. Yet, this woman was brought up the mountain by the little girl.

It could be said that this little girl had carried her mother up the mountain alone. How much pain and effort had she suffered?

Li Hao's heart was also in turmoil, and he felt pity for her.

Hmm?

At this moment, a question mark appeared above the woman's head.

Li Hao was stunned.

'The mission came just like that?'

There was none just now. This question mark really appeared out of thin air.

What a surprise.

Li Hao clicked on the question mark without hesitation.

A QR code immediately appeared. Then, Li Hao paid another 200 yuan.

[Ding-dong. Mission accepted successfully. Save this woman's life and there will be a heaven-defying reward!]

His mission was to save this woman's life.

Coincidentally, he had just had this thought when this mission came.

Amazing!

The system was amazing!

If there were missions, there would be rewards. Could there be a few more? He did not mind saving a few more…

However, Li Hao glanced at it and did not see any more notifications.

"Huh? Save your mother? Little girl, where's the money? Ten million! Do you have the money?"

The young man in the Daoist robe frowned and waited for the little girl to speak. His eyes were filled with disgust.

"Uncle, I have money. I have money. This is all my mother and I have. As long as it can save her, I'll give it all to you!"

Hearing the young man's words, the little girl quickly took out a plastic bag from her bag and opened it. Inside was a stack of neatly arranged cash. There was a ten-dollar bill, two five-dollar bills, some one-dollar bills, fifty-dollar bills, and even a dime and a quarter…

From the looks of it, it should be dozens of yuan.

The little girl held the money in her small hand and handed it to the young man in the Daoist robe. She and her mother had saved these dozens of yuan by picking up scrap for a long time. It was all they had.

"How dare you come to my master for treatment with this little money? Go away!"

The man in the Daoist robe said with a dark expression. With a wave of his hand, he knocked the money out of the little girl's hand and it fell to the ground.

"Ah! Uncle Daoist, please save my mother… We only have this much money."

The little girl screamed and quickly squatted down again to pick up the money that had fallen to the ground. Then she knelt in front of the young man in the Daoist robe and begged again.