The cleaver paused noticeably when it struck the man's face.
Blood splattered everywhere along the marks left by the blade, and it also splashed onto my face, warm and sticky.
The others behind me clearly noticed something was wrong with me. Since I had already picked up a machete, they also prepared to pick up the weapons on the ground.
But I had no intention of giving them that chance. I quickly stepped forward and started hacking at the men who were picking up the weapons.
Several people had their heads chopped off and thrown to the ground, some even rolling around on the ground a few times.
After I killed everyone present, I finally let go of the cleaver in my hand.
My hand was sore from gripping the machete; it might have been from being kicked, or it might have been from using too much force.
Fortunately, I managed to save the two elderly people and prevent them from being taken away by this group of people.
Given their brutal nature, anyone captured by them would have no chance of survival.
I have no intention of staying here any longer. After all, I have no fixed abode, and there is no place for me in this vast world.
Just as I was about to leave, the old lady called out to me.
I couldn't quite understand what he was saying, but she stepped forward and grabbed my hand, seemingly not intending to let me go.
But unlike the group of people, the grandmother's face wasn't filled with malice; instead, she looked at me with pity.
So I decided to see what the old lady wanted to do.
But the old lady was strange. She pulled me into the house without saying anything, but instead found a piece of cloth and took out a needle, thread and scissors to sew and mend it.
I just watched the old lady's movements quietly. After about half a day, the old lady smiled and used the piece of cloth to measure me.
It was only then that I realized the old lady wanted to make me a dress.
As evening approached, the old lady finally handed me the clothes.
I took the clothes and looked at them, then looked at the weeds on my clothes. To be honest, this was the happiest thing I had ever experienced since I came here.
I pointed to the clothes, then to myself, and looked at the old lady.
The old lady nodded at me with a kind and gentle expression.
I smiled back at the old lady.
I stood up and put the coat on. It fit me well. The fabric wasn't very thick, but it was enough to keep me warm in the rain.
The hem of the dress was very long, past my knees and reaching my ankles.
Loose-fitting clothes are exceptionally comfortable to wear, and are definitely better than weeds.
I bowed deeply to the old lady, and she took my arm and patted the back of my hand with her aged hand.
The old lady seemed to be asking me something, and I could see the confusion in her expression, but I couldn't answer her at all because I couldn't communicate with her.
I could only keep shaking my head. What I wanted to say was that I didn't know anything about this place.
I don't know if the old lady understood, but this was the only way I could answer her.
The old lady then led me to the outer room, where there was a large pot. To be honest, I'm a bit averse to large pots now, as they always remind me of the people gathered around them that day.
The old man sat in front of the stove, adding firewood to the fire.
The old lady stepped forward to lift the pot lid, but I pulled her hand back and shook my head at her.
In my understanding, this pot likely contains the corpses of those people outside.
However, the old lady patted my shoulder, which gave me a very warm feeling.
"It's alright, kid. You must be hungry too. We still have some food in this pot."
I still couldn't understand what the old lady was saying, but I saw that she was going to open the pot lid anyway.
I didn't intend to stop her this time. After all, the old lady had given me a piece of clothing that I really liked. So, even if what the old lady was stewing in the pot was actually a corpse, I could accept it.
As the old lady opened the pot lid, what came into my view was not a corpse, but a large pancake.
This pancake must be made in Fukang; when it's steamed in the pot, it looks like a miniature manhole cover.
The old lady took out the pancake, broke off a piece with her hand, and handed it to me, indicating that I should try it.
I had never seen anything like this before, but I trusted the old lady and took a bite of the pancake without hesitation.
Although this cake is very dry, it tastes much better than wild grass, at least it doesn't have that bitterness.
Then I took a few more bites, which was probably the best thing I've ever eaten.
This also makes me even more confused as to why anyone would want to kidnap the old man and woman.
The young man lying in the courtyard is probably their son.
If that's really the case, wouldn't they be very sad right now?
Thinking of this, I pulled the old lady out of the yard and pointed at the young man on the ground.
I quickly noticed the old lady's expression; it was one of deep heartache.
This confirms my previous guess.
I wanted to comfort the old lady, but I didn't know what to say.
The only thing they could do was hold the old lady.
In the days that followed, I lived with the elderly couple.
I have no family, and they are my only family.
During this time, the old lady taught me to speak. I learned very quickly, and within six months I was able to communicate normally with the old lady and others.
However, happy times are always short-lived. I still remember that night, the old lady said she wanted to drink water. I was about to get up to get it when I found that the old lady was not moving at all.
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