"I don't eat people." Upon hearing this, Wang Han shook his head, squatted down, and took out a bag of bread from his backpack. He tore open the packaging, handed it over, and said, "Eat."
Looking at the bread Wang Han offered, the little boy, who hadn't had a decent meal in a long time, swallowed hard. He hesitated, glancing timidly at Wang Han, then turning to look at his younger siblings, who were so hungry they could barely run. Driven by hunger, they disregarded the plague and ate the maggots on the rotting corpses. The three little ones—the eldest brother was only eight, the sister six, and the brother five—were all gone. Their parents, it seemed, were no longer alive; even if they were, they had abandoned them, and there was no need to search for them.
“I mean no harm, you can rest assured, your uncle won’t lie to you! Besides, you and your younger siblings will starve to death if you don’t eat some decent food soon. These rotting corpses also carry the plague. If you don’t eat well, you will also die of illness. Do you want to watch them die?” Seeing this, Wang Han knew that the child was no longer willing to trust people, so he smiled and handed some more bread forward.
"Gulp..." Looking at the bread Wang Han offered to his mouth, smelling the aroma he had never smelled before, the child pursed his chapped lips, hesitated for a moment, looked at Wang Han timidly, and said cautiously, "Uncle, you don't mean to eat us until we're full and healthy before eating us, do you?"
"No, do I look like someone who's starving? Eat up!" Wang Han said with a smile. "Once you've finished eating, Uncle will take you away."
Upon hearing this, the child could no longer hold back. He took the bread and began to wolf it down, tears streaming down his face. The little boy continued to swallow, his tears mingling with his mouth.
"Eat slowly, don't choke. We have as much as you want." Wang Han waved his hand, took out a water bottle and two bags of bread, tore open the packaging, unscrewed the caps, and handed them over.
"Uncle, you really won't eat our food, right?" The little boy asked Wang Han cautiously again, wolfing down his food. His hands, however, had already taken the bread and water Wang Han offered and held them close to his chest.
Looking at the little boy, Wang Han thought he had seen it all before and wouldn't be easily moved, but his cold heart was filled with immense anger. Even though they weren't from the same world, Wang Han still considered them his people. Now that he was here, he would tell everyone that from this moment on, he was in charge of this world.
A very faint sound rang in Wang Han's mind.
Wang Han smiled and patted the boy's head, saying, "I never eat people, but I am more terrifying than those man-eating demons. Because no matter what kind of devils those people are, in front of me, they are just jumping little devils. If they meet me and anger me, I will make them regret being born into this world while they are alive. Even after they die, I will make them suffer endless torment day and night until they are reduced to ashes and their souls are scattered."
"Yes." The little boy nodded heavily, turned around and handed the bread to his younger siblings: "Eat quickly, Uncle won't eat us, Uncle is a good person."
After handing the bread to his younger siblings, the little boy carefully put another bag of bread into his arms.
Wang Han knew at a glance what he was thinking: he was afraid there would be no food in the future.
'A good person? Perhaps only to you. Perhaps to others, other races, other intelligent life, I will be a calamity that inspires their fear.' Watching the little boy hand the remaining half of the bread to his younger siblings, Wang Han stood up, looked at the sky, and murmured, 'Heaven's way is ruthless and scheming. Since I have encountered this world, since I have witnessed your ruthlessness, then I will change the way of heaven, change the world. Before returning home, let me gather all the Chinese people I have encountered who have suffered calamities, and I will become their way of heaven. As for the others, if they are the source of calamities, then let them be destroyed.'
At this moment, Wang Han's thoughts had changed. Now that he had the ability, now that he had encountered this situation, now that his conscience was aching, grieving, and weeping, it was time for him to take action. As for his previous plans to revive the Ming Dynasty and to go to the TN, he was already very unhappy about them, so he would resolve everything by force first, and then talk about other things once he felt better.
"Uncle," a weak voice called out.
"Hmm." Wang Han looked down at the sound and saw that the three little ones had finished eating, still holding half a bag of bread and an unfinished water bottle. Actually, one and a half pieces of bread were not enough for them; they were probably reluctant to eat them, afraid that if they did, there wouldn't be any left.
Seeing this, Wang Han didn't expose them or scold them. He told them to finish the rest of the food, as they were already pitiful enough.
"Uncle, will you really take us with you?" the little boy asked timidly.
“Of course,” Wang Han said with a smile. “Now tell me your names? From now on, you will follow me.”
"Yes." The little boy nodded emphatically, then pulled his younger siblings along and said, "My name is Wang Hu, this is my sister Wang Ya, and my brother Wang Erhu. (In this era, ordinary people had low levels of education, and few had elegant names.)"
"Da Hu, Wang Ya, Er Hu," Wang Han read aloud, then said, "You don't look like tigers with heads like tigers. You need to eat properly from now on. Since you're from the same clan as me, I'll give you new names: Wang Yan, Wang Ming, and Wang Le. From now on, the three of you will follow me."
“Yes. From now on, the three of us siblings will be called Wang Yan, Wang Ming, and Wang Le.” Upon hearing this, Wang Yan (Wang Hu) nodded heavily and said.
"Okay, I'll take you to a nearby city first, so you can have a good wash." Wang Han reached out and picked up the three of them together, then gently pushed off the ground and swayed back onto the horse, sitting sideways on it.
"Clop clop..." Without Wang Han's command, the horse began to move forward again.
After traveling for a while, they saw the tail end of the refugee caravan. Many refugees pursed their lips when they saw Wang Han riding a horse with three children. They hesitated because Wang Han was over eight feet tall, wearing armor, with a long sword hanging from his waist, and a bow, arrows, and shield hanging on the side of his horse.
Wang Han glanced at the refugees, but instead of giving them food, he released a murderous aura to intimidate them. Giving them food now would only create chaos; relief could wait.
Sensing the terrifying aura that Wang Han had subtly amplified, as if they were about to be killed at any moment, the refugees, who had been itching to move, immediately lowered their heads.
Wang Han gently hugged the three frightened children tighter.
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