Whoosh!
Ning Wangshu appeared in the Xie family's front courtyard in an instant, landing right beside the unconscious Wang Zhiqiang.
The other injured people lying in the courtyard were still conscious. When they saw Ning Wangshu appear without warning, their eyes widened in astonishment. They looked at a loss, with a hint of fear and wariness.
"Who—who are you!?"
One of the men, a young man in his early thirties, finally worked up the courage to ask, his voice tinged with nervousness.
Ning Wangshu glanced at him but didn't answer. Instead, he took a healing pill from his Storage Ring and placed it in Wang Zhiqiang's mouth. Then he quickly used his spiritual power to help Wang Zhiqiang absorb its medicinal effects.
The others exchanged glances, looking uncertain and alarmed.
But since Ning Wangshu hadn't answered the young man's question, they didn't dare ask anything else.
Fortunately, Wang Zhiqiang regained consciousness soon after taking the pill. He slowly opened his eyes and saw Ning Wangshu in front of him. He stared in surprise. "Brother Ning?"
His expression was still somewhat dazed. Clearly, he hadn't fully come around yet.
"Mm."
Ning Wangshu answered, then immediately asked, "Zhiqiang, what happened here? I just sensed that the Incarnation Projection I left with you had been destroyed, so I rushed over."
"And where's Tingting? Did those Japanese people show up again and take her?"
At Ning Wangshu's question, Wang Zhiqiang seemed to suddenly come to his senses. His expression changed, and he hurriedly said, "Brother Ning, please help me save Tingting! She really was taken by a few Japanese people!"
Seeing the urgency in Wang Zhiqiang's eyes, Ning Wangshu quickly said, "Zhiqiang, don't panic. I remember those Japanese people wanted something from Tingting that her mother left behind."
"They probably won't put Tingting's life