Marzaha couldn't help but think of the rich man on the third floor of the hotel who threw away the big bone stick and the poisonous steamed bun, if he had money, would it be easier to live?

"Dad, I'm sorry, I can't take you home......"

Marzaha found one of the most desperate paths, if not the most desperate.

In the bustling crowd, no one helped, and no one came up to ask what was wrong.

It was obvious that they owed their father, but at this moment it seemed as annoying as their father owed foreign debts, I am afraid that they knew that their father was going to go to the old witch doctor who cheated money to see a doctor, for fear that their father would borrow money.

It's like the female stall owner who made the suggestion, wanting her father to give all the money to the old witch doctor, so that no one would steal business from her family.

Dad's honesty and kindness, what did he get in exchange......

All Marzaha could remember at the moment was the happy laughter that echoed through the streets.

The small body tried his best to support his father's cold body, Marzaha took his father to a remote place, and in the night, he began to dig a pit with a stolen shovel, and at some point, a lame man staggered over, first knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to the boy, and then took the blood-stained shovel from the boy's bloodied hands, and began to dig the pit with a limp.

Although they can't eat enough, adults still have more strength than children after all.

Under the farewell of the old lame man and his son, Birrell held the air in his arms, and the man lay down in the yellow sand with a soft expression.

……

It was the middle of the night when the shovel was returned, and Marzaha cautiously pushed open the door, only to see his mother sitting on a bench made by his father with an oil lamp and weaving straw sandals.

On the table was a cold risotto, and the largest bowl looked a little stunning.

"Marzaha, why are you crying? Where's your dad? I thought you would come back together, is he still setting up a stall? Did he hit you again? ”

Inside the tattered tiled cabin, Lydia looked at her hands wrapped in strips of cloth in confusion, her eyes red, like her son who had just cried.

She didn't know that her son was racking his brains trying to deceive himself.

"Daddy he'...... He went out with Uncle Duncan, and Uncle Duncan said that he had found an undug tomb outside, and in order not to be taken advantage of, my father told me to come back and take care of the stall first, and he decided to try his luck with Uncle Duncan. ”

"Duncan? Hmph, I didn't expect that stingy guy to have a generous day...... This time, maybe we can really dig up some treasures, and when the time comes, our family will have a good meal of meat and give you a long body. ”

The woman's mood changed for a moment, and the desperate vision finally faded from her mind, and Marzahar's face had a reluctant smile.

"Mom, you'll get better soon."

"Silly boy, mom believes you, I'll give you a hot meal, since your dad won't come back today, you can eat your dad's share, I know you're a silly boy who can eat very well, but usually our family relies on your dad to set up a stall to support the family, and you must let your dad eat first......"

Seeing her babbling mother leave with a bowl, Marzaha just sat on the edge of the bed and was about to catch her breath, but the next moment she suddenly burst into tears, and ran directly to the stove without even wearing shoes.

The bowl had been shattered, and the emaciated woman had stopped breathing as she lay on the ground.

Marzaha fell to his knees, and he knew that he would never hear the woman who was always worried and chattering.

"Why! Why should I see this! I don't want to see that!

！ I just want my mom and dad to be healthy and healthy, why can't such a simple wish come true! Why!

！ ”

The lame man who was guarding the door heard the boy's cry, hesitated for a moment, then pushed open the hidden door, and entered the house, where he soon saw the child kneeling in the stove and had completely collapsed.

The cold risotto that had fallen on the ground made the cripple's stomach growl, but this time the cripple did not pick up something from the ground to eat, but came to the boy with a limp, knelt on the ground, and spoke in a gabbling voice.

"You are the prophet, you are the great prophet, you can see the future, you can see the future, I know, I know, you can see the future of everybody, tell me, tell me, what is my future, what is your future? Tell me, tell me ......"

Biting his lip, Marzaha knew that even if he cried, no one in this world would feel sad for his tears, so the boy stopped crying and stared at the lame uncle beside him with red eyes.

He saw three fierce hounds of the house pounce on the lame man from behind, and the hounds tore open Uncle Cripple's throat with their fangs, and ate his body, tearing Uncle Cripple into pieces of meat, until the master of the hounds laughed and lifted the curtain and poked his head out of the carriage, and the hounds retracted their cruelty and turned into wagging tails.

Marzaha recognized the familiar agate ring from that hand.

In the slums of Amaqla, there is no fatter finger than this one, but the dog eats only the lame uncle, not the finger, because the finger is the owner of the dog.

Uncle Cripple who failed to kill today will die at the hands of that man tomorrow.

The lame uncle will die a worthless death just like his own mom and dad.

It's like my own mom and dad, and it's worthless to die......

I can't do anything, I can't change anything, I can only watch the established facts happen in front of me.

"You will die under the bite of the hounds, and the person who released the dog is the one who threw you the poisoned steamed bun today, and he sat in the carriage and watched you be killed by his dog."

Marzaha's voice was hoarse, not at all like the voice of a five-year-old boy, and some of the crazy lame people were convinced, trembling and kneeling on the ground and kowtowing to the little boy again and again.

"Save me, save me, you are the Great Prophet, you will save me, you saved my life today, you can save my life tomorrow, I listen to you, I will listen to you, please save me, Prophet, please save me......"

The boy took his empty gaze away from his mother, and he remembered what his father had told him before he died.

"Did I save you?"

"Yes, Prophet, you saved me."

Rising from the ground, Marzaha whispered to the cripple.

"Go get the shovels from the house, at least in the end, I want my mom and dad to sleep together."

……

"Have you heard? The only one left in the Birel family is Birel's son Marzaha, and I have seen since I was a child that the child with a problem with his head is a broom star, and sooner or later he will kill the two of Birel's children, not that I said, I really have to stay away from that disaster star in the future. ”

"It's a pity, such an honest person as Birrell died so early, I still want to wait for my daughter to get married and let Birrell make me two sets of chairs, with such a little money in hand, who will I call him when he dies?"

"Looking for Marilyn? Isn't her stall right next to the Birrell stall? Her husband is also a good worker. ”

"Forget it, Marilyn knew that the price of things had increased the day after Birrell died, and her family's carpentry fees were higher than Birrell's before, and now it is even more outrageous, a chair actually costs a silver coin, it's crazy! Alas, I still owe Birel a silver coin that I didn't give, and I knew that Marilyn, the woman who drilled her eyes, was so annoying, so I might as well give Birel a little more business......"

"Alas, the Billers are not in good health, so don't bury that child in Marzaha, what can a five-year-old child understand? Maybe you'll be enlightened when you grow up......"

"yes, it's too bitter, it's too bitter......"

The slums of Amaqla have not changed much from usual, most of them are worried about their livelihood today, only a very small number of people can sit peacefully on the high places and look down on the people who are scurrying blindly like ants, if there is any change, it is that many people have found that the stall Birel has become his five-year-old child, and the lame man who used to beg in the inns and stalls no longer begs, but follows the five-year-old boy to set up the stall.

"Marzaha...... This is the money I owe to your father, and I was unable to return it when I was short of money, but now I ...... Alas, I'm sorry for your father's affairs, if you have any difficulties in the future, you can come to me, I will definitely help if I can, after all, your father helped our family a lot when he was alive. ”

Taking the twenty copper coins handed by the man, Marzaha nodded calmly.

"Thank you."

Looking at the boy who looked more and more stunned, the man sighed and asked again.

"Marzaha, are you going to take over your father's grocery stall? Do you want me to give you Zhang Luo? ”

Finally glancing at the man, Marzaha's face grew with a grateful smile.

"Uncle, no need, I'm going to close the stall when I sell my father's things, and I won't open a grocery stall in the future."

"So how are you going to live?"

"Prophet! He is a prophet! ”

The man was startled by the sudden speech, and Marzahar pulled the cripple's hand and calmed the mad lame.

"I've been teaching myself divination recently, maybe I can become a fortune teller and earn some money."

"This ...... Alas! ”

Becoming even more sure that there was something wrong with Marzaha's brain, the man sighed and left.

Marzaha no longer cared what others thought of him, and the boy just sat silently on the bench and waited for the next customer, believing that soon the stall would be sold out.

The day before yesterday, the rich merchant who drove the dog could not find the lame stone and had to give up, but today he saw the vision of the lame man being taken away by the sergeant of Amakra in the evening and locked in the dungeon to kill, and attacked the cripple three times in a row, as if he would not stop until he killed the lame man, Marzaha knew that this matter was unavoidable, and he needed to understand it no matter what.

Escaping from Amakra to the west with the lame man to the small Sai Desert in the west could not survive at all, and it was even more self-defeating to go east into Acacia, who had changed the color of the Shurima people, and the world was so big that he could not find a place to stay.

After all, he was still a child, and Marzaha, who couldn't think of a way out after thinking for a while, looked at the lame man with some irritation, and the lame man, who had been paying attention to Malzaha, opened his mouth and asked.

"Prophet, what do you see?"

"I'm not a prophet, don't call me a prophet, just call me a grasshopper, people who live in the slums of Akmala are cheap, maybe not as good as grasshoppers, at least grasshoppers on the grassland have grass to eat."

After refuting the lame's name for himself, Marzaha explained.

"Uncle Cripple, if you are destined to die today, this is a fact that cannot be changed, will you accept it calmly?"

"If my death were the will of the prophets, I would have accepted it."

"Why? Aren't you afraid of death, don't you want to die? Why are you willing to accept death now? ”

"All of us will die one day, and I will die in the promise of the prophets, so that my life will have meaning."

I don't know when, Marzaha already couldn't understand the cripple's words.

Before I knew it, it was already afternoon, and there were fewer and fewer things on the grocery stalls, and after knowing that Birrell's stupid son was selling cheaply, the whole of the Amakla slums took action, even if they didn't buy it, they had to come and see it, and finally when the sun began to disappear, the foolish man who had bought the grocery stall empty at a low price with the haughty attitude of taking care of his juniors had left, and Marzaha patted his ass and stood up with his bulging money bag.

The money was enough for him to leave Amakra, not to go to the Lesser Desert, not to the dreaded Acacia, believing that if he took a step, he would always find a foothold.

As for the dilapidated but cozy cottage, after Mom and Dad left, it was no longer home.

"We're leaving, and if you don't, you'll die."

"Prophet, will I die?"

"I saw your death, but I didn't want you to die."

"Then I won't die."

The mad cripple was now speaking in a coherent manner, which made Marzahar suddenly curious about the origin of the lame uncle, for many of the things the cripple said did not seem like what a beggar could say.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because you are a prophet."

The lame man's incredibly sure look made Marzaha memorize the somewhat awkward Shurima term 'prophet', and he didn't know whether it was the word prophet that made the lame choose to believe in himself, or whether it was the result of saving the lame that made the lame choose to believe in himself.

There is still a lot to think about, but it is necessary to go now, anyway.

He could even hear the sound of armor and spears vibrating the ground, causing burrow gerbils to flee in all directions.

Onigiri reads a book

The two of them walked together to the northeast gate of Amakra without even collecting their stalls, while a group of soldiers who had accepted bribes were dividing into two waves to block the grocery stall and the location of Birrell's house, and the soldiers' route was just staggered by the path of Malzaha and the lame man, so that the two groups did not meet at all.

Marzaha and the others made it out of the city, avoiding the killing of the rich merchants.