Run! Run forward!

In the dark forest shrouded in night, the little stammerers stumbled and ran for their lives, their bare little feet making a dull cracking sound on the vegetation covered with dead branches and leaves, leaving a series of messy footprints.

The rattan had scratched his skin, the thorns had punctured his feet, the fright and exhaustion had filled his weak body, and in his throat there seemed to be a fire burning him, making him want to stop and retch on to the trunk beside him.

But he couldn't, even if he was sore, even if he was exhausted, he couldn't stop.

Behind him, the screams and screams of his companions seemed to still linger in his ears, urging him, making him fearful and remorseful, and at the same time giving him the strength to keep moving forward. The little stammered and cried, a hoarse cry. But because of thirst, he could not shed a single tear.

"Let's go, you're the only one of us who still has the strength, get out of here, don't forget what you said!"

The little fat man brutally bit the flesh of his wrist, and the blood fountain mixed with many long insects splashed on the wall, and actually corroded the earthen wall into bursts of white smoke.

"Dig, everybody!"

There were no shovels, no protective gear, and more than a dozen pairs of immature little hands were digging frantically on the walls full of poisonous insects and blood. The starry sky outside the small cave magnified little by little.

"Quick! go up!" A pair of fleshy palms, struggling to lift, sent out, is the hope of life.

No one had any objections, and in the children's eyes, there was no fear, only the peace of seeing death as if they were at home.

"Be careful!"

The dragon-like black figure swept over like a hurricane, and a child leaped to his feet and pulled the figure above him down, while he himself was pinched by the teeth of the giant creature and dragged out like a mouse. The rest of the children didn't have time to scream and pushed the little stutter out!

"It's now! Run, run, don't look back, run!"

"Don't stop, run hard, for us... Good..."

Before he finished speaking, he was replaced by a scream. The little stammered and gasped, and when they looked back, the giant guarding them had already burrowed half of their bodies into it.

I haven't finished it, but I know what you mean.

For everyone... Live well!

So the little stutterer has to run, keep running. Escaping here is his only way to survive and his only hope!

"How dare you let my best medicine slave go!

The thick internal force rippled out, and almost the entire forest could hear the angry voice of the red-faced old devil.

The little stammered in fright, and he almost thought that the old demon was already following him.

He screamed in fright, and his strong desire to survive made him push aside the dense secondary forest next to the trail and dive headlong into it.

Ouch! His ankle ached, as if he had been bitten by something. But the little stutterer couldn't care about it, it seemed to him to be just one of the countless scars on his body, and now even if he broke his hands and feet, he had to crawl out of here.

In fact, it was an adult five-step snake that bit him just now, and because of the old demon, almost all the poison of the entire mountain gathered in this vicinity.

He crawled among the weeds and dead trees for a long time, and suddenly the faint flickering fluorescence in front of him attracted him, and the little stammering head was a little dazed and brushed aside the long grass, and leaned out, but he didn't know that there was actually a densely vegetated cliff in front of him, and the fluorescence was just a star that refracted the moonlight.

He screamed, stumbling down, only to hear a pop, the little stammer, the body was cold, and something kept pouring in his eyes, ears and nose - it turned out that he had accidentally fallen into a small river with a strong current. The little stutterer struggled with his heavy body, but he couldn't control his body to swim anyway. In a panic, he hugged a piece of driftwood, refused to let go of his hand, and followed the driftwood down the river.

The water is cool and sweet. This stream of life held up this strong and fragile little life and carried him farther away.

He squinted and raised his head, the stars were shining, so beautiful, just like the world in the painting.

It's a pity that they ...... But I can't see it anymore...... The little stammered and his nose was sore, and he finally couldn't hold back the complicated emotions in his heart and cried. After a long time, he was tired of crying, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep in a daze.

I don't know how long it took, but I can't remember how many times the sun set and the moon rose, and the little stutter that hung all the way along the river with this piece of driftwood. His body was soaked unconscious, his eyes could no longer catch the scenery on both sides, only the sounds, the sound of the water flowing in his ears, and the screams and cries that lingered in his dreams for days of coma.

Gradually, the sound of the water seems to slowly become smaller, and the river seems to slowly become lighter. Eventually the creek turned into a stream, the silt turned into pebbles, and the driftwood could no longer float. The little stammerer let go of his hand, lay down on a smooth boulder on the bank of the river, and closed his eyes completely.

In the dimness, he heard a woman's exclamation, but the voice quickly faded away with her footsteps. It's like a mother's voice......

Is it mother-in-law?, he thought. No, it won't be. Daddy and mother had already been killed by the old devil in front of him.

Who could that be?

Soon, the footsteps approached again, only this time there was a man's voice.

"Bad luck! You can run into dead people when you wash your clothes! Are you calling me here in a hurry just to see this? Why don't you pack up and go home!"

"But Xianggong, I think this child seems to be still angry, if he takes it back and takes care of it, maybe he can still be saved!"

"Madam, don't you look at what kind of world this is! Save a child of unknown origin If something happens, what will happen to the child in your womb!"

"It is precisely because of the child in the womb! We eat fasting and chanting Buddha all day long, just to bless this child to be born safely, and now if we don't save it when we see death, how can we be worthy of the blessing of the Bodhisattva?"

"Alas...... Well, let's make a good fate! You go back and call Lang Zhong first, and I'll carry this child! Hey! After so many injuries, was it ...... taken out by wolves?"

The little stammerer felt that his body was gently picked up by a pair of warm big hands, just like a long time ago, riding on his father's shoulders to go to the city to see the lanterns, and his father's hands were so warm and powerful. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth and fell asleep in the man's arms.

The couple who saved the little stammer, named Mo Wen and Yang Yuqin, are the owners of the Mo Family Martial Arts Hall in the local Ping'an County, Mo Wen's ancestral set of Mo Family Boxing is fierce, both offensive and defensive, with excellent skills, the Mo Family Martial Arts Hall is also quite famous in the city.

Lang Zhong smoothed his qi with silver needles, medicine and food to regulate his body, and under the care of the couple, he finally pulled the dying little stammering back from the ghost gate. "Son, what's your name, and where is your home?" ...... Resemble... ......The little stammerer only answered with one sentence, and then fell asleep again.

Lang Zhong also made a special confirmation when he saw the tooth marks on his feet, but because there was no poisonous hair, he couldn't apply the medicine hastily.

Seven days later, when Xiao Yan woke up, Mrs. Mo was happy to give birth, and Mrs. Mo even believed that it was this good fate that saved her and her daughter, so she named her daughter "Yuansheng".

Half a month later, Xiao Yan, who was able to go to the ground, consciously took care of the chores in the museum, sweeping the floor, cooking medicine, washing dishes, and feeding the horses, which made the Mo family a lot easier. So the owner of the pavilion, Mo Wen, slowly dispelled the idea of driving Xiao Yan away, a diligent and quiet little handyman, who looked delicate and honest, was exactly what they needed. For this reason, the couple also prepared a clean bed for Xiao Xiao Yan in the firewood room, took some fabrics and sewed a few simple and practical clothes, and specially allowed him to eat at the same table, which is a kind of favor that many apprentices in the museum can't ask for.

As a result, Xiao Yan gradually settled down in this small county.

However, he never forgot the screams and cries of his companions that night, and the sentence "live well for us" that he didn't have time to finish. I have never forgotten the half-red-faced, brutal and murderous old devil.

The seeds of revenge are deeply rooted in the young man's heart, just waiting for one day to be full of wings and break through the ground!