When Mu Yingbao was confused and a little conscious, there was a faint sobbing sound of a child in her ears.

She remembered that it should be Brother Hui, who must have fainted and scared the child.

When I opened my eyes, it was completely dark, and I could tell by the moonlight that I was still lying in the courtyard.

Mu Yingbao moved her head and found that there was something under her head, soft, very cold under her body, but her body seemed to be covered with something. She reached out and tried to touch it, and found that she was covered with clothes, a cloak, and a package under her head.

Needless to say, this should be done by children.

If there were people passing by, as long as she was an adult, she would find a way to get her into the house.

Hey, I didn't expect that this kid still has a bit of a conscience.

Mu Yingbao's heart warmed.

"What are you crying at night, I didn't die." Mu Yingbao spoke slowly.

The sobbing immediately stopped, and a moment later, a stubborn child's voice came from Mu Yingbao's right; "Which one is crying because of you, I miss my father."

"Okay, it's not because I'm crying, how can I forget that you hate me to the bone, and wish I was dead. Even if you miss your father, don't cry, I don't know if I hear it, and I think I, my stepmother, is abusing you again. Mu Yingbao didn't care about the child, laughing and teasing him, while struggling to get up.

fainted at herself, and she was already very content with what the child did. A kind-hearted child is also worthy of her care.

When I woke up, although I didn't have much strength in my body, my mind was clear. Absolutely not to fall, not to give in.

Even if he dies here, no one will feel sorry or sad. Didn't she want her to live a good life, she was not convinced, she didn't believe it, God would never open her eyes.

Mu Yingbao didn't say that she had to stand up and live well for the sake of this child, and she had to be strong for herself not to waste this second life in vain.

By the moonlight, I looked at the layout of the courtyard, and guessed that the one on the side was really the kitchen, and I found the fire fold in the position of the stove.

I opened the door of the main house, lit it with a fire fold, found the candle, and looked around.

The yard is not big but it is quite complete, and in the middle of the main house is the wing room on both sides of the suite, with a kitchen and a firewood room.

The interior of the house is simple, but there are simple furniture and bedding on the bed.

The futon looked new, though not satin-finished.

Mu Yingbao felt that it was not too hard, at least she didn't have to sleep on the bed board tonight. After sitting on the bed and resting for a while, he got up and went out to bring all the packages on the floor into the house.

"Bear child, I'll sleep in this room, what about you, hurry up and choose one. If you are afraid, stay in the same room with me. Mu Yingbao went in and out a few times, and Brother Hui's child always stood outside the door and waited.

"I don't want to share a room with you." After Brother Hui stubbornly finished speaking, after looking left and right, he carried his small package into the east wing next door.

Mu Yingbao was not angry, followed in and found another candle, helped him light it and put it on the bedside table.

"Do you know that you have to blow out the candle before going to bed, otherwise you will accidentally touch it and burn it, and we won't have to be calculated by others, and we will go to the west by ourselves." Mu Yingbao jokingly reminded.

In response to her, it was a 'hum'.

When I returned to my room, I wanted to lie down on the bed and sleep well, but my stomach was so hungry that I couldn't sleep at all. Thinking that since I can go to the streets freely, there should still be people selling supper, so I can just go out and eat something and have the strength, come back and sleep beautifully, and then plan how to survive here.

In addition, it is also a good time to see how much a ghost city coin is worth for.

Thinking of this, she felt for a string in the cloth bag, untied it and poured out ten, and stuffed the rest under the bed.

Pushing open the door and walking out, I saw the lock on the windowsill, picked up and prepared to lock the courtyard door, so as not to wait for the thief to steal the remaining coins.

Anyway, it feels silly to carry the whole bag out.

Just as he was hesitating about how to call the boy with him, he saw a crack open in the door over there.

Mu Yingbao smiled secretly, pretending not to see it, and walked out, when she heard a slight footstep behind her.

When he pushed open the courtyard door and turned around to close the door, the child slipped out.

It seems that her herb is quite effective, and Mu Yingbao is now more sure of what kind of poison the child has.

After locking the courtyard door, Mu Yingbao walked in the direction of the street, and Brother Hui always followed not far behind.

When I arrived at the main street, there were no pedestrians in sight, and finally I saw a wonton stall at an intersection.

"Uncle, how do you sell wontons?" Mu Yingbao stepped forward to inquire.

"The girl just entered the city?" The gray-haired and bearded old man looked over seventy years old and asked expressionlessly.

"yes, I came in the afternoon." Mu Yingbao told the truth.

"Three small coins for a bowl, and two small coins for baked cakes." The old man told.

"Small coins?" Mu Yingbao was a little confused, took out a gourd coin and muttered.

"This ghost city coin is ten small coins, what is the girl going to do?" The old man saw her puzzlement and told.

"Then let's have two bowls of wontons and two baked cakes." After Mu Yingbao finished speaking, she sat down on the table.

Seeing that Brother Hui was still standing two meters away, Mu Yingbao deliberately greeted impatiently; "Why don't you come over quickly, wait for the old lady to invite you."

Since you want to confuse others, this play has to be realistic.

When the old man heard this, his brows furrowed slightly, but he didn't say anything, and he cooked wontons in his hand.

Brother Hui walked over slowly, sat down opposite Mu Yingbao, and couldn't take his eyes off the stack of baked cakes placed on the stove.

Mu Yingbao looked uncomfortable, but she didn't do anything.

Soon, the old man took two bowls of wontons, put them in front of the two of them, and put one on the side of the two baked cakes with bamboo chopsticks.

"He's a small child, he can't eat so much, and eating too much will hurt his food." Mu Yingbao said as she scooped out a few wontons from Brother Hui's bowl with a spoon and put them in her own bowl, and then reached out and tore half of the baked cakes in front of Brother Hui under the old man's angry gaze, and looked at the smaller side to put back in front of him.

Mu Yingbao was ruthless, deliberately pretending not to see the child's aggrieved tears about to fall, and ate wonton baked cakes in a big gulp.

"Hurry up and eat, what to see, if you don't want to eat, go back, in the future, this family will rely on the old lady to support, what's wrong with the old lady eating enough?" Mu Yingbao said viciously, and she scolded herself for being a bastard in her heart.

She was a little skeptical that her decision was right or wrong, and that it would be too cruel for a seven-year-old.

She was a little worried, what if the child's fragile little heart couldn't stand the blow and stopped eating?

But, soon, it turned out that she underestimated the child, obviously tears had slipped down the little face, but the child did not leave angrily, but picked up the spoon, took a big bite, and ate it in a big bite.

Child, you've been hungry for two days, you really can't eat too much for this meal, don't blame me for being ruthless! Mu Yingbao lowered her head and muttered in her heart.

She knew that in a few days, the entire ghost city would know how bad she, the stepmother, treated her children. She doesn't want to be a model of a loving mother, she just wants to take care of this child in her own way.

Although, she hated his father, and cursed that thing to die outside every day.

The street was quiet at night, and no one noticed that on the roof of the shop next to the wonton stall, there was a man in black, silently watching below......