Looking at the street outside that had fallen into darkness, he lowered his head in disappointment, went back to the medicine stove and took out two warm steamed buns. Just as he was about to take a bite, he suddenly remembered something and came to Xiang Sheng with the steamed buns.
"Big sister, are you hungry? This is the ration that Grandpa Pharmacist left for me. I'll share it with you."
Xiang Sheng was stunned when he saw the steamed bread handed to him, then shook his head and said softly, "I'm not hungry."
The little beggar refused to listen and stuffed the steamed bread directly into Xiang Sheng's hand, saying with a smile, "Big sister, you are lying. I am starving even if I don't eat for half a day. How can you, an adult, not be hungry?"
As he spoke, the little beggar sat down beside Xiang Sheng, patted his belly and raised his head and said:
"Don't worry, big sister! Grandpa Pharmacist is very kind to me. I will just eat more tomorrow and won't starve."
Xiang Sheng saw the anxiety in the little beggar's eyes, was silent for a moment, and took the steamed bun.
"Thank you very much."
When the little beggar heard this thank you, his eyes instantly brightened: "I'm glad that you don't mind, sister."
Xiang Sheng pursed his lips slightly: "I don't mind."
At her current level, she couldn't understand why these people in Qingtian's memory illusion could maintain their living nature and why they could react to her.
But no matter what, such pure kindness from the heart is always precious, and she will never despise it.
It’s a pity that due to the thousands of miles of time and space between them, she is destined to be unable to respond to the little beggar’s kindness.
The only thing we can do is to break this illusion!
Let the little beggar and the wandering ghosts in this small town no longer have to reincarnate in life and death over and over again due to Qingtian’s unwillingness.
She took a bite of the steamed bread, her eyes regained their composure, and she asked in a gentle voice, "Old Pharmacist, why are you going out so late at night? Are you going to see the Lantern Festival?"
"Sister, you just arrived. I heard that today is the Moon Festival?"
The little beggar was surprised for a moment, then shook his head and said, "But sister, you are wrong, this is not the home of the pharmacist grandfather.
"The pharmacist grandfather is a doctor who helps people and often lives here instead of going home. However, recently his granddaughter fell seriously ill and finally survived, so the pharmacist grandfather has to go back every night to take care of her."
"Old pharmacist, go back and take care of it?"
Xiang Sheng raised her eyebrows slightly: "Is there no one at home?"
The little beggar nodded and said, "I heard that both of Pharmacist Grandpa's children died in the war, leaving only Sister Jiushu to depend on him."
As soon as these words came out, Xiang Sheng's pupils shrank suddenly, "Jiu Shu? Xue Jiu Shu?!"
The little beggar was surprised when he heard this: "Sister, you also know Sister Jiushu?"
Xiang Sheng suppressed the shock in his heart, nodded, and asked again: "Have you heard of the name Ling Wancheng?"
"Sister, do you still know Brother Wancheng?"
The little beggar was even more surprised: "Auntie Cheng always said that Brother Wancheng was destined to be the top scholar, so she didn't let us associate with him, but Brother Wancheng always played with us secretly..."
When Xiang Sheng heard this, his eyes grew colder. "Auntie Cheng... could it be the Cheng tea stall?"
The little beggar was startled by her look, but he nodded and said, "Auntie Cheng's tea is famous, don't you know, sister?"
Xiang Sheng lowered his head to hide the coldness in his eyes, his tone still gentle: "I know, I just didn't expect it to be Ling Wancheng's."
"Brother Wancheng took his father's surname, so it's normal that you didn't know..."
"Who is Ling Wancheng's father?"
"I don't know either. Brother Wancheng lost his father when he was young, and Aunt Cheng never mentioned who her husband was."
"Have you ever heard of the name Su Lian?"
"No, but there's a ghost family in town. I'll go and ask around for you tomorrow."
"Sister Xue Jiushu, how old are you this year? I can go and prepare gifts and visit you."
"Sister Jiushu is eight years old this year, just three months older than me."
“…”
That night, I asked Xiang Sheng a lot of questions.
The little beggar was simple-minded and told everything he knew, gradually revealing a shocking fact.
In her crystal memory, she saw Xue Jiushu having disagreements with her peers and old friends, and parting ways with them. Later, she transformed into a member of the Tianyi clan and talked about betrayal.
And the timeline in this illusion is obviously still before.
Xue Jiushu and her peers were all cultivators in the past, and their fathers, who had been harmed by the Heavenly Dao, were certainly not ordinary people either.
These monks lived in seclusion in the same town, how could Qingtian not know?
In this way, Qingtian could let his wife and children go out with peace of mind, without ever thinking that his wife and children would be harmed by these people.
In other words, Qingtian never suspected these people.
There is only one guess that can explain all this.
The old pharmacist Xue Yao, Aunt Cheng from the tea stall, the Chong family... and the countless descendants of the Tian clan hidden in this town, were all once Qingtian's subordinates!
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