Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Chapter 71 Drifting on Mountain Roads Can Cause Rollovers (Please Subscribe)

The woman paused for a moment, then squatted down, intending to pick it up.

Just then, a fair and delicate hand picked up the flyer before she could.

The woman looked up in confusion and saw Xia He's excessively beautiful face and striking pink hair.

Xia He looked at the flyer, which featured a photo of a boy who looked about two years old. He had a chubby face and a naive smile. Next to it, in bold letters, was the words: "Missing Child Notice".

Name: Chen Junsheng (Nickname: DouDou)

出生日期：1988年6月15日失蹤日期：1990年9月28日失蹤地点：黔东南州凯里市街号家门口特徵：左耳后有一颗小痣，失蹤时身穿红色小褂，蓝色背带裤。

If you have any leads, please contact Ms. Chen at 137. A generous reward will be given!

Xia He looked up at the woman, her voice unconsciously softening, "Auntie, is this your lost child?"

The woman nodded, her eyes filled with unfathomable weariness and a faint glimmer of hope: "Yes, it's my son, Dou Dou. Young lady, may I ask—have you ever seen a child like this?"

Xia He shook her head: "Auntie, I'm sorry, I haven't seen it before. But I will definitely keep an eye out for you."

The glimmer of light in the woman's eyes dimmed, but she still forced a smile: "Thank you, young lady, thank you so much. My contact information is here. Please contact me if you hear anything."

Xia He nodded solemnly, carefully folded the flyer, and put it away.

The woman thanked her again and then continued to the next pedestrian, repeating the same action.

Cheng Mo walked over, looked at the woman's slightly hunched back, and sighed, "I never expected our Xia He to be so compassionate."

Xia He nudged Cheng Mo in the groin with her elbow: "Stop making sarcastic remarks. Didn't you see how upset that auntie was?"

Cheng Mo shook his head: "I didn't see much sadness, more of a numbness, or rather, a death of the heart. Over the years, hope has been ignited and extinguished time and time again, and perhaps only instinct is still holding on."

Xia He glanced at him sideways, then took out the flyer and looked at it again: "Born in '88, went missing in '90, should be about our age now. With just this childhood photo and this information, is it really possible to find them?"

Cheng Mo also looked at the flyer: "It's difficult. But if you give up even if you persevere, then there's no chance at all. Having hope is better than having no hope."

Xia He: "Didn't you just say that there's no greater sorrow than a broken heart?"

Before Cheng Mo could reply, Wang Zhenqiu walked over with three train tickets: "What do you mean, 'heartbroken'? Xia He, are you heartbroken? You should just give up on this blockhead—"

Before he could even utter the word "lump," he caught sight of the flyer in Xia He's hand and immediately shut up.

Wang Zhenqiu was silent for two seconds, then asked in a lower voice than usual, "Where did this come from?" He had just received one as well.

Xia He: "An auntie was just posting this; it's her lost child. Do you remember him?"

Wang Zhenqiu shook his head, a cold smile tugging at the corners of his mouth: "But—I also want to drag out those damned money-grabbers one by one and beat them to death."

Xia He carefully folded the flyer and put it into her small bag, her eyes flashing with murderous intent: "That's what I think too." That look was exactly the same as when she dealt with Zhao Guizhen.

Cheng Mo snatched the train ticket from Wang Zhenqiu's hand: "Let me check what time it is—it leaves in half an hour? We have to leave soon!"

Wang Zhenqiu slapped his forehead: "Right, it's time to get on the bus, hurry up!"

Without further delay, the three of them immediately headed to the boarding point to queue.

This place is not far from the nearest city with a train station, only about 30 kilometers away, so it is just a minibus.

When queuing to board the bus, Xia He and Cheng Mo naturally sat in a row, while Wang Zhenqiu sat in a separate seat diagonally behind them.

Several male passengers on the bus were secretly annoyed that the "blonde beauty" was alone, wondering why no one had taken those seats first. That way, they could have sat with the "blonde beauty."

Xia He noticed that the men would occasionally glance at Wang Zhenqiu and then look away with regret. She found it amusing and whispered in Cheng Mo's ear, "Little Mo, look, those people still think the blond guy is a woman, and they're just lamenting it."

Cheng Mo, without looking at him, asked, "How do you know they don't like men?"

Xia He: "————?"

Cheng Mo continued, "Also, even if they like women, how do you know they won't get even more excited after they find out the bastard is actually a man?"

Xia He: "————Are you speaking Chinese? I recognize every single character, but I can't understand it when they're put together?"

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The car started quickly, drove out of the station, and onto the winding mountain road.

Guizhou is a mountainous region, and the cities often wind through towering peaks. Outside the window are continuous green mountain walls, and below are bottomless cliffs. Driving on such roads, a slight misstep could result in a fatal accident.

But the minibus driver was driving incredibly fast, barely slowing down when going around corners, causing the bus to tilt so sharply that it was terrifying.

If the car hadn't been in such poor condition, Cheng Mo thought this driver would have really dared to drift on this mountain road.

Even though the driver was driving so recklessly, it still took more than an hour to drive the short 30-kilometer mountain road.

When Xia He got off the bus, her legs felt a little weak, and she couldn't help but complain, "No wonder people in ancient times liked to be exiled here. Once you come in, it feels like you can never get out."

Cheng Mo helped her up and called to Wang Zhenqiu, "Qiu'er, don't just stand there, quickly find a taxi and go to the train station."

Wang Zhenqiu looked around and said, "Let's just walk there. I asked before, and the bus station isn't far from the train station. We'll definitely get ripped off if we take a taxi."

Cheng Mo: "You're still short of that little bit of money?"

Wang Zhenqiu retorted confidently, "Just because I have money doesn't mean I'm willing to be ripped off!"

Cheng Mo nodded: "Okay, then you lead the way. If you lead us to the wrong intersection, I'll hang you up and give you a beating. If you lead us to the wrong intersection twice, I'll give you two beatings."

Wang Zhenqiu's lips twitched, and he muttered, "I won't give you another chance to beat me up."

He led the way, and when he encountered a fork in the road and couldn't figure it out, he would run to ask for directions, specifically looking for elderly people sitting by the roadside playing chess or sunbathing—they were clearly old folks who had lived in this area for a long time.

Cheng Mo and Xia He followed slowly behind.

Xia He whispered to Cheng Mo, "Why do you always want to beat him up? Is it because you mistook him for a woman at first glance, and then felt disappointed and uncomfortable when you found out he was a man?"

Actually, Cheng Mo didn't necessarily have to beat up Wang Zhenqiu, but having such a scoundrel around, he felt like he was missing out on a fortune if he didn't find an opportunity to beat him up.

Of course, you can't say this directly, otherwise it will be difficult to "justifiably" find an opportunity to beat up the bastard later.

So Cheng Mo said without changing his expression, "I knew he was male the first time I saw him. It's just that he suddenly appeared and startled you, which made me worry too. I can't get over this feeling until I beat him up a few more times."

Wang Zhenqiu, who was walking ahead, overheard the conversation behind him and thought to himself: "If you're going to pick up girls, fine, but why use me as an excuse? And you're taking it out on me? Don't you have any sense of reason?"

He suddenly realized: Wait a minute, wasn't Xia He the one chasing after this stinky Taoist priest? How come it sounds like the stinky Taoist priest is making excuses to protect Xia He now? Did I misjudge?

As Wang Zhenqiu was thinking, he heard Xia He chuckle behind him, quite pleased with herself: "Hehehe, little Taoist, you're so kind."

Wang Zhenqiu was speechless: — It seems I was overthinking it. This girl is the one who's throwing herself at me.

What's so great about this stinky Taoist priest?! Besides being good at fighting, cooking, and not bad looking—well, he seems to have quite a few good points?