Before he could think about why he was here, he heard the cries of young children around him.

"Wow...... Wow......"

The voice came from a ruined temple nearby, listening to the timbre of about two or three years old, Wu Mo hesitated for a moment, and then walked over looking for the sound.

The surrounding environment is very poor, garbage and waste heaps everywhere, Wu Mo can see at a glance, and the houses in sight are all dilapidated.

If you really want to describe it in one word, it's like an ancient slum.

Soon, Wu Mo walked to the temple where the cry of a child could be heard.

The temple is a ruined temple, no one has cleaned it for many years, the dust and cobwebs have long covered the statues of the gods enshrined in it and cannot see the original appearance clearly, the top of the temple has also broken a big hole, it is estimated that it rained a few days ago, and there is still some water on the ground below the hole.

Wu Mo only glanced at it, and fixed his eyes on the two children inside.

One boy, one boy.

The cry was made by a boy, a two-year-old appearance, and his face was flushed at this time, I don't know if it was because he had been crying for too long, and his voice was already a little hoarse.

The boy was older, he looked to be twelve or thirteen years old, and was sitting on the ground holding a weeping child.

Seeing Wu Mo come in, the vigilance in the boy's eyes suddenly rose.

In this kind of slum, especially in this kind of poor place, Wu Mo is dressed in white, and his extravagance is really incompatible with here.

The boy stared at Wu Mo tightly, and when he saw her approaching, he couldn't help but tighten the hand holding the boy.

Seeing the boy's nervousness, Wu Mo smiled at him to show kindness, then squatted down and gently reached out to grab the boy's wrist.

It seemed that Wu Mo's movements saw that she was a healer, so the boy was only stunned for a moment, but he didn't stop him.

After a long time, seeing that Wu Mo had not spoken, the boy couldn't help but speak: "My brother...... Will something happen? ”

The boy's voice was very small, and he was quite cautious, and Wu Mo, who was holding the pulse, heard it and glanced at him.

Seeing Wu Mo coming, the boy quickly lowered his head, looking a little hurried and uneasy.

"He contracted a cold and was having a high fever." Wu Mo withdrew his hand and comforted, "It's okay, I know how to heal and can cure it." ”

After a pause, he added two more words, "Free." ”

This kind of disease is not worth mentioning at all for cultivators, but it can be regarded as serious for ordinary people who have not cultivated, not to mention these poor people who have no money to treat their illnesses and are weak, once they have a high fever, it is almost equivalent to a terminal illness in them.

If he hadn't met Wu Mo, what was waiting for this boy might only be a high fever to death.

Hearing Wu Mo's words, the boy's originally gray eyes lit up, and the worry in his heart was also alleviated a lot, he pursed his lips and whispered, "Thank you, brother." ”

"It's fine." Wu Mo smiled, and then took out the silver needle bag from the space treasure and took out the silver needle inside.

"It's an acupuncture treatment, which can have a fever-reducing effect." Seeing that the boy had been staring at the silver needle, Wu Mo patiently explained to him, "Don't worry, it doesn't hurt." ”

"Hmm." The boy closed his gaze, lowered his head and said no more.

The whole process of acupuncture was very smooth, although the boy was small, he was surprisingly well-behaved, although he cried but did not move, it saved Wu Mo a lot of heart.

After about a stick of incense, the burn subsided.

The boy may have been tired of crying, so he fell asleep quickly after the fever subsided.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, Wu Mo looked at the boy in front of him who lowered his head and did not speak, and asked out loud, "What's your name?" ”

"Brother, I don't have a name." The boy's voice was so small that it was barely audible.

Wu Mo was a little surprised that he didn't have a name for being so old, but thinking of their living conditions, he was afraid that the boy would be sad, so he didn't ask too much, but said gently: "If you don't dislike it, then I'll give you a name." It's called ...... Xiang Xi, how's that? ”

(End of chapter)