Walking to the bed, Rong Fei sniffled, smelled the aroma of roast chicken and steamed buns, and then raised his hand to lift the mosquito net.

A dilapidated wooden bed was covered with straw, on which lay a teenage boy. The little boy held a browned steamed bun roasted on the surface in one hand and a roast chicken leg in the other, chewed laboriously in his mouth, and said vaguely with his eyes closed.

"Mother... Bao'er is eating... Bao'er listened to her mother's words, ate more and got better quickly... Mother, Bao'er is eating... Eating..."

Rong Fei reached out and covered the little boy's forehead, 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.

"Mother, Bao'er is really eating... Really eating... Ahem... Ahem..."

Perhaps out of fear, the little boy choked on the food in his mouth and some food debris fell when he coughed. The little boy hurriedly put down the steamed bun he was holding in his right hand, fumbled to pick up the fallen food scraps and stuffed them back into his mouth.

Even though the room was dark at the moment, the little boy still closed his eyes and did not dare to open them.

"The one outside... Is it your mother? ”

Rong Fei had already guessed the general situation in his heart, and asked softly after sighing secretly.

The unfamiliar sound made the little boy tremble even more violently, and his thin body curled up in a ball out of self-protection, and his mouth whined and made incomprehensible sounds.

"Don't be afraid, I'm an official and I won't hurt you. Forehead... It won't hurt your mother. ”

Rong Fei continued to soothe softly, and at the same time wanted to rub the top of the little boy's head so that he could feel his kindness.

But at the moment when his fingers touched the top of the little boy's head, the little boy suddenly screamed and threw the steamed buns and chicken legs in his hand.

Rong Fei flashed sideways, and the little boy took the opportunity to jump out of bed and run towards the door, shouting at the top of his voice as he ran.

"Mother, run, it's an officer and soldier!"

“……”

Rong Fei was surprised for a while, I know that I am an officer and soldier, what are you kid still running?

But then he realized something, frowned and followed.

When he came to the house, he saw that he was being held in his hand by Murong Canghai like a chicken, and Bai Zizi was wiping the flying sword with a handkerchief with an arrogant face, and at his feet were ghouls with severed limbs.

At this time, the ghouls turned a blind eye to Bai Zizi, who had cut off his limbs beside him, and instead let out a roar at Murong Canghai, who was carrying the little boy.

"This kid has a fever, show me."

Rong Fei said to Murong Canghai.

Murong Canghai stretched out his hand to probe the little boy's forehead, but the little boy suddenly raised his head and opened his mouth to bite his hand. Murong Canghai smiled, and the right hand holding the little boy's neck increased a little bit of strength, and the little boy immediately lost the strength to resist.

Even so, a pair of eyes full of hatred still glared at Rong Fei viciously, first at Murong Canghai, and finally on Bai Zizai, who was in the posture of an arrogant swordsman.

But he never glanced at the ghoul from the beginning to the end.

"Boy, believe it or not, I'm digging up your tricks and drinking them."

Bai Zizi controlled the flying sword and gestured in front of the little boy's eyes, and said with a vicious threat. Then he pointed to the little boy and asked Chao Rongfei.

"Your son?"

Rong Fei didn't bother to take care of him, motioned to Murong Canghai to put the little boy down, walked to the little boy with his hands behind his back, bowed his head slightly, and asked condescendingly.

"Knowing that I'm an official, why do you still run?"

"Humph!"

The little boy snorted coldly, turned his head sideways and nostrils to the sky, ignoring Rong Fei. It's just that because he is still having a high fever, this cold snort seems weak.

"That's it!"

Rong Fei looked around, walked to the courtyard wall and picked up a dry branch two fingers thick, broke the branch, checked the stubble of the broken stubble and nodded with satisfaction, then walked to the ghoul's side, raised the half branch in his hand and thrust it into the ghoul's stomach.

"Don't touch my mother!"

The little boy screamed and wanted to pounce, but Murong Canghai grabbed his neck and lifted him up.

"Can you talk well?"

Rong Fei asked sideways.

"Kill me, I won't let you go."

The little boy cried out with red eyes and cries out through gritted teeth.

But the little body trembled more and more violently.

He was afraid, really afraid.

is not only afraid of death, but also afraid of the mother who has become inhuman, ghost, and ghost.

But he hated it even more, hated this world that eats people and doesn't spit out bones, and hated the three beasts in front of him who were inferior to pigs and dogs.

"Ghosts?"

Rong Fei tilted his head, then pointed a branch at the ghoul.

"Is this the case?"

The little boy lost his voice, but his breathing became a little short.

Rong Fei motioned to Murong Canghai again to put the little boy down, and the little boy didn't know whether he accepted his fate or lost his strength, so he sat directly on the ground wet with the autumn rain.

Walking in front of the little boy, Rong Fei did not ask a condescending question this time, but squatted down and said softly.

"My name is Rong Fei, not a native of Linzhou, a head catcher from Kyoto City, you see this is my waist card."

Rong Fei took out the waist card of the head catcher of the Immortal Division and shook it in front of the little boy's eyes, worried that the light was too dark to see clearly, and took out a fire fold from the storage jade ring and shook it, and then the firelight pointed to the word "head catcher" on the waist card to show the little boy.

But the little boy still stubbornly closed his eyes and pursed his mouth.

Rong Fei smiled but no longer forced him, and continued to say to himself.

"It was raining, and the three of us didn't bring rain gear, so we went into the village to take shelter from the rain. When I first entered the village, I thought that the village had become what it was because of bandits. But judging by your attitude, it seems that the truth is not what I suspected. So, can you tell me what happened? Maybe I can help you and your mother, and the people in the village get justice. ”

"Humph! My father once said that the world is as black as a crow. Those who are officials will only be in office. ”

A child of his age will become much more sensible every time he is born with a serious illness in his life. Coupled with the fact that he did not die in the face of great calamity, this little boy is much more mature than most of his peers.

"Well, your dad has a point."

Rong Fei nodded approvingly.

"But now that you and your mother are like this, no matter how bad it is, it won't hurt much, so what's the point of telling me. Maybe I'm different from other officials in the world. ”

The little boy didn't squeak, but from his expression, he could tell that he was already a little moved.

"You don't think it's better to let us treat you first, and then decide if you want to talk to me when you feel better. And your mother, we will never lift a finger against her, how about it? ”

Seeing that the little boy did not object, Rong Fei made a gesture to Murong Canghai.

"Uh... I'm a Taoist priest, not Langzhong, you're looking for the wrong person. ”

Murong Canghai spread his hands and said.

"Treat it casually, I don't blame you for it, it's his own bad life."

Rong Fei doesn't care about the Tao.