Chapter 792 Recovering From a Serious Illness

Licheng is a small town with a backward economy but beautiful scenery. More than a hundred kilometers away from the river where Ji Shiting's accident occurred, there is an ancient residential area that has not yet been developed into a tourist attraction.

It was almost evening, the autumn wind was rustling, and the sky was filled with sunset.

With a creaking sound, the wooden door of one of the houses was pushed open, and a tall and straight man walked out.

He was wearing a faded T-shirt and washed-white casual trousers. However, the noble and distant temperament of the man gave these two obviously inferior clothes a sense of class, which made him look classy. One can't help but wonder if what he is wearing is a new fashion trend.

The man has handsome features, but there is no color on his face. His thin lips are tightly pursed, giving people the feeling of recovering from a serious illness, but his black eyes appear unusually deep.

He raised his head slightly and looked at the sunset not far away. He didn't know what he thought of. There was an emotion similar to longing and guilt in his eyes.

"Mr. Ji." A rich and laughing voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

Ji Shiting's eyes darkened, and he turned to look at the person coming: "Mr. Yuan."

The man he called "Mr. Yuan" was about forty years old. He was not tall but had a strong build. His squinty eyes were always shining.

"Didn't I say, just call me Lao Yuan." He laughed and said, "What are you looking at?"

"It's nothing, just come out and take a breath." Ji Shiting's tone was cold.

"The wind has picked up. You have just recovered from a serious illness. It is best to sit quietly and rest." Lao Yuan looked at him meaningfully.

Ji Shiting smiled noncommittally: "Okay."

After saying that, he walked towards the yard.

Lao Yuan stood there without moving. He looked at the man's back and suddenly bared his teeth.

"Mr. Ji, don't blame me for not letting you go." He said slowly, "Jing Zhiyuan is down. Those people who worked with him are like frightened birds. If they find your trace, they will definitely not let you go. You and our Qingfeng Gang will also be implicated. Since I took the risk to save you, you can't just watch us suffer because of this."

Ji Shiting paused and looked back at him, his tone still calm: "Don't worry, I have no intention of escaping. Besides, you are not the one who saved me."

"Tsk... You can't escape, I didn't lock you up, right?" Lao Yuan chuckled, "The person who saved you is indeed not me, but Lao Liang, but so what? Me and He is a good brother, what is mine is his, and what is his is mine."

Ji Shiting didn't give him any response this time. He just opened the door and walked in.

The room was very simple, with only a bed and a desk. Ji Shiting pulled out a chair and sat down, but there was nothing to do.

There isn't even a book here, let alone a phone or the Internet.

He placed his hand on the table and tapped it gently, with a thoughtful expression. After an unknown amount of time, someone pushed the door open and walked in.

"It's time for dinner." The visitor's voice was unclear, his head lowered, and he placed a sea bowl in front of Ji Shiting.

He was the "Old Liang" who rescued him from the river before. Old Liang didn't look very old, but his face was a little distorted and there were a few strange scars, giving people a feeling of being completely different. Perhaps because he knew he was not good-looking, he always lowered his head when talking to others.