Walking to the bed, Rong Fei sniffed, smelling the aroma of roast chicken and steamed buns, and then raised his hand to lift the mosquito net.
There was a layer of straw on the dilapidated wooden bed, and lying on the straw was a teenage boy. The little boy held a browned steamed bun in one hand and a roasted chicken leg in the other. He chewed hard in his mouth and said vaguely with his eyes closed.
"Mom... Bao'er is eating... Bao'er listen to mom, eat more and get better quickly... Mom, Bao'er is eating... he's eating..."
Rong Fei stretched out his hand to cover the little boy's forehead, which felt a little hot.
Feeling the touch of his fingers, the little boy's body trembled uncontrollably, his eyes closed tighter, and wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes.
"Mom, Bao'er is really eating...really eating...cough cough...cough cough..."
Perhaps out of fear, the little boy choked on the food in his mouth, and some food residue fell down when he coughed. The little boy quickly put down the steamed bun he was holding in his right hand, fumbled to pick up the fallen food residue and stuffed it back into his mouth.
Even though the room was dark at the moment, the little boy still closed his eyes tightly and did not dare to open them.
"That one outside...is your mother?"
Rong Fei had already guessed what was going on, and after sighing secretly, he asked softly.
The unfamiliar voice made the little boy tremble more violently. His thin body curled up into a ball for self-protection, and he made unexplained sounds from his mouth.
"Don't be afraid. I'm an official and won't hurt you. Well... I won't hurt your mother either."
Rong Fei continued to soothe him softly, and at the same time wanted to rub the little boy's head so that he could feel his kindness.
But the moment his fingers touched the little boy's head, the little boy suddenly screamed and threw the buns and chicken legs in his hand.
Rong Fei dodged sideways, and the little boy took the opportunity to jump out of bed and ran toward the door, shouting at the top of his lungs as he ran.
"Mom, run quickly, it's an officer!"
"..."
Rong Fei was surprised at first, you know I am an officer and soldier, why are you running away?
But then he realized something, frowned and followed him out.
When they came outside the house, they saw Murong Canghai holding him in his hand like a little chicken. Bai Zizai wiped his flying sword with a handkerchief with a proud look on his face. At his feet was a corpse with its limbs cut off.
At this time, the corpse turned a blind eye to Bai Zizai who cut off his limbs. Instead, he roared at Murong Canghai who was holding the little boy.
"This kid has a fever, let's take a look."
Rong Fei said to Murong Canghai.
Murong Canghai reached out to touch the little boy's forehead, but the little boy suddenly raised his head and opened his mouth to bite his hand. Murong Canghai chuckled and pinched the little boy's neck with his right hand a little harder. The little boy groaned and immediately lost the strength to resist.
Even so, a pair of eyes full of hatred glared fiercely at Rong Fei first, then at Murong Canghai, and finally fell on Bai Zizai, who was acting as a lonely swordsman.
But he never glanced at the corpse from beginning to end.
"Boy, believe it or not, I'll dig out your tricks and make them drink."
Bai Zizai controlled the flying sword and made gestures in front of the little boy's eyes, threatening him in an evil manner. Then he pointed at the little boy and asked Rongfei.
"Your son?"
Rong Fei was too lazy to pay attention to him, and signaled Murong Canghai to put the little boy down, walked up to the little boy with his hands behind his back, lowered his head slightly, and asked condescendingly.
"Why did you run away if you knew I was an official?"
"snort!"
The little boy snorted coldly, turned his head and turned his nostrils to the sky, ignoring Rong Fei. Just because he was still suffering from a high fever, this cold snort seemed weak.
"That's it!"
Rong Fei looked around, walked to the courtyard wall, picked up a dry branch as thick as two fingers, broke the branch, inspected the stubble on the break, nodded with satisfaction, and then walked to the corpse. He raised half of the branch in his hand and thrust it into the belly of the corpse.
"Don't touch my mother!"
The little boy screamed and tried to rush over, but Murong Canghai grabbed his neck and lifted him up.
"Can you speak well?"
Rong Fei turned his head and asked.
"Kill me, I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost."
The little boy's eyes were red, he was crying, and he screamed through gritted teeth.
But the little body was shaking more and more violently.
He was afraid, really afraid.
Even if she is afraid of death, she is also afraid of her mother who has become inhuman and ghost.
But he hated it even more, hated this world that eats people without spitting out their bones, and hated these three beasts in front of him who were inferior to pigs and dogs.
"ghost?"
Rong Fei tilted his head, then pointed at the ghoul with a branch.
"This kind of thing!"
The little boy lost his voice, but his breathing became a little rapid.
Rong Fei once again signaled Murong Canghai to put the little boy down. The little boy didn't know whether he had accepted his fate or because his body had lost all strength. He slumped down on the ground soaked by the autumn rain.
Walking up to the little boy, Rong Fei did not ask condescending questions this time. Instead, he knelt down and spoke softly.
"My name is Rong Fei. I am not a native of Linzhou. I am a head catcher from Kyoto City. Look, this is my belt."
Rong Fei took out the Ji Xiansi Catcher's Waistband and waved it in front of the little boy's eyes. Worried that the light was too dark to see clearly, he took out a fire ring from the storage jade ring and shook it, and then pointed at the two Catchers on the belt with the light of fire. The words are shown to the little boy.
But the little boy still stubbornly closed his eyes and pursed his lips.
Rong Fei smiled but stopped forcing him and continued to talk to himself.
"It happened to be raining, and the three of us brothers didn't bring any rain gear, so we went into the village to take shelter from the rain. When we first entered the village, we thought that the village had encountered bandits and became what it is now. But depending on your attitude, It seems that the truth is not what I guessed. So, can you tell me what happened? Maybe I can help you, your mother, and the people in the village seek justice."
"Hmph! My father said that the world is as dark as crows. Officials will only turn to officials."
Children of his age will become more sensible every time they have a serious illness in their life. Coupled with the fact that he survived a catastrophe, this little boy is much more mature than most of his peers.
"Well, your father has a point."
Rong Fei nodded in agreement.
"But now that you and your mother are like this, no matter how bad you are, it won't be much worse. What's the harm in telling me. Maybe I'm different from other officials in the world."
The little boy didn't say a word, but it could be seen from his expression that he was already a little moved.
"You think it's better than this. Let us treat you first. When you feel better, you can decide whether you want to talk to me or not. As for your mother, we will never lay a finger on her again, how about that?"
Seeing that the little boy had no objection, Rong Fei made a gesture to Murong Canghai.
"Uh... I'm a Taoist priest, not a doctor. You've got the wrong person."
Murong Canghai spread his hands and said.
"Treat him as you like. If he dies, I won't blame you. It's his own fate."
Rongfei does not matter.
