"Oh, the fish soup is so fragrant. My dear grandson, please give me a bowl."
The weather was clear and the grass was green. They were resting by a river. Shaoheng cooked fish soup in a clay pot. The rich aroma made people drool. The old woman couldn't stand it anymore.
Shaoheng ignored her and walked towards Xihe with the bowl in hand, squatting down and saying, "Miss, I'll feed you."
He took a spoonful of it, blew it gently, and handed it to her mouth. Xihe opened his mouth, swallowed it, and smiled at him: "It tastes good." Shaoheng's eyes lit up, and his movements became gentler.
After eating, Shaoheng wiped the corners of her mouth, stood up and went to eat, but more than half of the earthen pot was missing.
He glanced to the side, and the old woman wiped her mouth guiltily and turned away from him.
Shaoheng snorted coldly, finished the rest in a few moments, and threw the bowls and chopsticks to the old woman: "Wash it."
The old woman's eyes widened and she opened her mouth to refuse, but when she saw a fierce look in Shaoheng's eyes, she curled her lips, got up reluctantly, and slowly went to the river to wash herself.
They drove away that day, thinking that no one would pay attention. Unexpectedly, the old lady quickly climbed into the car with quick eyesight and hands. She couldn't get out of the car no matter how fast she was, so she had no choice but to take it with her.
Shaoheng took out the medicine box, carefully took off the splint on Xihe's right hand, and replaced it with new medicine: "Miss, just wait until you get to Yunzhou."
At this time, Xihe's right arm was limp, swollen and purple, which was shocking. Shaoheng felt extremely distressed but could do nothing. He could only say over and over again, 'Miss, it will be fine when we get to Yunzhou.'
He didn't know whether he was comforting Xihe or himself.
Xihe nodded slightly, put his left hand on the back of his hand, and smiled gently: "It actually doesn't hurt very much, really."
She has a 'heart' in her body and cannot use spiritual power to repair the injury. They don't have any good medicine now, but she is not someone looking for abuse, so she asked Gouzi to block her pain early on, so it really doesn't hurt. .
Shaoheng didn't believe it. He just felt that she was comforting him. He twitched his lips and gently picked her up on the donkey cart: "We can reach Yunzhou City before dark."
The donkey had filled its stomach and loaded all the things into the cart. The young man whipped the donkey on the buttocks, and with a neighing sound, the donkey cart swayed towards Yunzhou City.
This world is the world of cultivation. Every country has a national master or is affiliated with a sect of cultivating immortals. Therefore, there are few wars. They set out from the early morning. Along the way, they encountered people fleeing due to the earthquake in Tianning Mountain. Before the sun set, they stood safely. In front of Yunzhou City Gate.
"Miss, we will go back home soon!" The young man's voice was filled with excitement.
Although Washington only meant beatings to him, a smelly stable, and endless horse manure to clean up, he wanted to spread his wings and fly back at this moment.
After paying the city entrance fee, the donkey cart entered the clean and open gravel road, passed through the long streets, turned into the most prosperous Changlu Street, and stopped in front of a mansion.
The joy on Shaoheng's face froze the moment he saw the door——
The door of the mansion is wide open, the door plaque is crooked, and the ruined flowers and plants inside can be seen through the small cracks. Tables and chairs are scattered on the ground. The most shocking thing is the dried blood splattered on the door. It seems that a person has been chopped off the neck with a sword, and blood spurts out on the door. .
"Miss, don't look!"
Shaoheng hurriedly covered Xihe's eyes, but he couldn't stop trembling.
Why, how could this happen?
His throat was so sore that he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him. What happened to Washington?
Xihe's eyelashes trembled and she whispered, "Shaoheng, I want to see." She pushed his hand away and struggled to get out of the car. Shaoheng was heartbroken but did not dare to stop him. He held her tightly and opened the door. .
It was even more shocking to see the scene inside the house. The doors and windows were damaged, the exquisite porcelain was broken on the ground, and the clothes were pulled out of the cabinet and dragged on the ground. It seemed that a fierce robbery had taken place here, and there was no survivor. .
They stood at the door of the study, looking at the long, winding trail of blood on the ground that was dragged out of the house.
Xihe's voice trembled: "I actually had a premonition."
Shaoheng suddenly looked at her.
A line of tears fell silently from Xihe's face: "Dad once sent someone to tell me not to go back. I thought, but I didn't expect..."
She trembled and suddenly coughed violently.
Shaoheng held her tightly, his eyes trembling: "Miss..."
So that’s it, that’s it, the eldest lady’s past behavior has been explained.
Xihe's eyes were red with tears in his eyes. His hands were tightly holding his sleeves, helpless and hesitant: "Shaoheng, dad and the others... what should I do?"
Shaoheng's heart trembled, and he felt a little secretly happy for no reason. Does this mean that the eldest lady belongs only to him?
Warmth surged up in his chest, and he hugged Xihe tightly: "Miss, don't be afraid, Master and the others must have escaped." After a pause, "You and I, I will always be with you!"
He tightened his arms, almost burying the girl in his arms, and his eyes flashed with a crazy possessiveness that he was not even aware of.
Xihe almost rolled his eyes in pain, but he didn't want to offend the scene at the moment, so he could only endure it while whimpering and lying in the boy's arms, crying until his delicate body was shaking, as if he had Parkinson's disease.
Gouzi was stunned in the space and couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "Cow!"
He was crying heartbrokenly and looked like his father was dead, just like the real thing.
But, if it turns over one day, tsk tsk tsk.
In the end, Shaoheng found a cheap (cheap) inn to stay at, and after coaxing Xihe to sleep in person, he ran out to inquire about Washington. Although he was prepared, he did not expect the facts to be so shocking.
When Xihe woke up in the middle of the night, Shaoheng had been sitting at the table for more than an hour. When he saw her getting up, he quickly came over to help her up and put a pillow behind her. Xihe sat down, took another drink of water, and asked him: "Did you get any news?"
"Miss……"
Shaoheng hesitated, showing unbearable expression.
Xihe pulled the corner of his mouth with difficulty and said with a smile: "It's okay, just tell me, I can bear it."
Shaoheng held her hand on the quilt and stared into her eyes: "Not long after we had the accident, there was a sudden assassination in the house. According to people living nearby, the screams were so loud that they lasted until dawn. Stop, wait for the people from the yamen to open the door, except for the blood, everyone is gone."
"Miss." Shaoheng frowned, "Maybe those thieves and those who assassinated us are part of the same group."
Xihe almost sprayed out, but it wasn't just a group of people, they were all Washington's own people.
However, Mr. Hua was also quick and decisive. After making up his mind, he acted immediately and disappeared without a trace of his personal ID.
"These people are cruel in their methods. I suspect they are monks. Only they have the means to destroy corpses and eliminate traces!"
"More likely, they are the legendary cruel and inhumane demons."
Xihe really squirted and looked at the young man with strange eyes.
(End of chapter)
