Chapter 62 Retribution
Wan Xingmo glanced at the carriage that was moving further and further away, then leaned over and asked Xiao Fubao.
"Xiao Fubao, did you see anything just now?"
When Wan Ersao heard Wan Xingmo ask this, she felt a little strange in her heart. It seemed that every time little Fubao said something like nonsense, but he gave key information every time.
Wan Ersao did not dare to be careless and held little Fubao in her arms without interrupting.
Little Fubao nodded and said seriously, "Yes - Guoguo - Papa -"
Wan Ersao thought about it, but still couldn't connect these words into useful information.
Wan Xingmo is well-informed, smart and calm. He continued to ask calmly, "You mean there is a brother in the carriage? The brother is scared, right?"
"Yes——" Xiao Fubao nodded again.
Wan Xingmo quickly said to Xiangyang, "Sir, if my guess is correct, that carriage should be the carriage of the human traffickers. Do you want to stop them?"
Because the ground was covered with unmelted snow, the carriage moved slowly and therefore did not go very far.
Xiangyang didn't want to meddle in other people's business. Besides, although this border was poor, various forces were intertwined. It seemed calm on the surface, but it was chaotic in secret. If you were not careful, you wouldn't even know how you died.
"I think we should stay out of other people's business. After all, you have just arrived in Wujin Town and don't know much about this place. If you offend someone you shouldn't, I'm afraid your life will be in danger."
Xiangyang didn't want these people to die here so soon, so he gave them a kind reminder.
Wan Xingmo's eyes flashed slightly, and he didn't say anything more, which meant he accepted Xiangyang's kindness.
Little Fubao kept staring at the carriage that was getting farther and farther away, and the image of her brother's frightened eyes could not be erased from her mind.
At this time, there were two thin men sitting in the carriage, with a scimitar slung across their waists. Opposite them was a little boy of five or six years old.
The little boy has a pair of very clear and deep eyes, long and curly eyelashes, a high nose bridge, and round cheeks. He looks chubby and very cute. He wears a round felt hat on his head and a gorgeous cotton coat. There is a circle of snow-white rabbit fur around his neck, which makes the little boy's face look pink and white.
"Damn it, it took me a lot of effort to catch you. You are my cash cow. Stay well with me. I will sell you to Linglong Pavilion in the inner city, and then I can live a good life."
The little boy's eyes widened in horror at the man's words, but he did not cry. He pursed his lips stubbornly and clenched his two little hands tightly behind his back.
At this time, the coachman was driving the horse through a bend. As luck would have it, the snow foam mixed with ice chips blown up from one side blinded the horse's eyes. The horse snorted, let out a long cry to the sky, and then began to spin wildly on the spot. The coachman was thrown off the carriage, thrown out and fell into the snow not far away, and he didn't get up for a long time.
The two men in the carriage were feeling proud of themselves, but suddenly something happened and fear instantly appeared on their faces. They quickly grabbed the carriage to prevent themselves from being thrown out by the mad horse.
Although the two were not thrown out of the carriage, the little boy opposite them flew out directly and landed on the side of the carriage.
When the man saw the "money chain" flying away, he prepared to fly out of the car to look for him. However, the horse that had been circling in the spot went crazy again and ran around aimlessly without direction, obviously frightened.
Soon the horse and the carriage rushed down a steep slope, and the carriage turned sideways.
Old Lady Wan and her companions saw with their own eyes a doll fly out of the carriage and then become motionless.
"Hurry up and save people, why are you still standing there?" Old Mrs. Wan kicked Wan Lao San who was closest to her.
Wan Laosan responded and rushed forward, but a figure was faster than him. Wan Xingmo just tapped his toes and the person was already ten feet away.
Wan Laosan just stopped and turned back. It would be unnecessary for him to go.
Wan Xingmo came back soon holding the little boy.
Xiangyang shook his head and said nothing. It seemed that everything was God's will. This child was blessed with a long life and would not die.
The ropes on the little boy had been untied. He was looking at the group of unfamiliar faces curiously. He was too timid to speak, but he still whispered to Wan Xingmo: "Thank you for saving my life, brother. My father will repay you."
After Wan Xingmo rescued the man, he stopped interfering. Old Lady Wan stepped forward to take a look at the little boy and couldn't help but exclaimed: "This child is so good-looking. He is obviously from a wealthy family. He has a chubby face and looks festive. He is a blessed child."
Zhao also asked, "Child, do you know where you live? Now that you are free, go back and tell your parents that you are safe. Don't let your parents worry about you."
Just as Zhao finished speaking, a group of people dressed like servants walked out of the town, with Li Zuo at the front.
Soon these people arrived in front of Old Lady Wan and the others.
"Are you the exiles sent from the capital? Take all of you away."
Everyone was stunned when they heard this. Old Lady Wan quickly asked, "Sir, we are from the capital, but weren't we exiled to the local area? Why aren't we getting any distribution?"
"The mayor is busy today and has no time to register your household registration. You should stay in the temporary prison first. You can leave when the mayor has completed the registration. Okay, stop talking nonsense and follow me."
A leader took all the people away without any explanation. Li Zuo looked at the people being driven away helplessly. He had helped as much as he could, and it was up to them to decide what happened next.
"But, this..."
Before Old Lady Wan could finish her words, she was interrupted by the servant, "But what? Be quiet, or I'll lock you up for life."
What Mrs. Wan wanted to say was that the little boy was not theirs, but the other party interrupted her without letting her finish.
The little boy followed Wan Ersao nonchalantly. He had just seen Xiao Fubao and thought the little girl was so pretty. He was a face control and had never seen such a cute little girl in all the days he had been in this town.
Even if you chase him away now, he is unwilling to leave.
Old Mrs. Wan glanced at the little boy following Wan Ersao and felt a trace of pity in her heart. This child was really unlucky. He had just been rescued from the clutches of the devil, but now he was going to jail with their family. Old Mrs. Wan sighed softly in her heart.
Wan Xingmo took a look at the little boy's clothes and thought of Xiao Fubao's unintentional guidance just now. His thoughts were deeper than those of Old Lady Wan.
Maybe the key to turning danger into safety this time lies in this little boy.
"Hurry up, what are you dawdling for? I'm still having lunch. You guys are here at the wrong time. Hurry up, my roast chicken is getting cold."
A dozen or so servants, each of them tall and strong, were driving a group of dishevelled, frail and skinny prisoners, as if they were driving a group of chicks, cursing as they walked.
Xiao Fubao was so scared when he heard the loud scolding from the other party that he quickly hugged Wan Ersao's neck, with a timid look in his eyes, and whispered in Wan Ersao's ear: "Liang - bad silver -"
Wan Ersao was so frightened that she broke out in a cold sweat. She quickly hid little Fubao in her arms and whispered, "My dear, don't say anything careless."
After giving her instructions, Mrs. Wan Er quickly looked around at the servants around her. Seeing that there was nothing wrong with them, she breathed a sigh of relief.
After walking for less than a quarter of an hour, I turned a street corner and saw foot-long icicles hanging from the eaves of the houses, which were dripping with water.
The leading servant was walking in the middle of the road when his foot suddenly slipped. He slid several feet to the side and spun on the ground.
Several exclamations were heard behind me.
"Brother Bear!"
Someone immediately wanted to come forward to help.
As soon as the four or five people who were nearby ran over, icicles on the eaves began to fall down, hitting them right on the heads.
Several shrill screams immediately rang out in the empty street.
Some covered their heads, some covered their backs, and some hugged their feet and jumped on the spot. The worst-off was the head servant lying on the ground with a bloody hole on his head.
The servants behind didn't care about Old Lady Wan and the group of exiles, and ran forward anxiously to check the situation.
Having learned from the previous experience, they did not dare to approach casually. Instead, they observed the situation first. After making sure it was safe, they slowly stepped forward and helped people up one by one.
"Brother Xiong, how are you?" The two servants helped Brother Xiong up and asked with concern.
Brother Xiong covered the bloody hole on his head with one hand and wanted to lose his temper, but he felt dizzy and almost fainted.
"Are you fucking blind? Can't you see I'm badly injured? Why don't you rush me to the hospital?" Brother Xiong wanted to yell at him, but as soon as his words came out, they sounded weak and soft with a hint of grievance in them.
The servant lowered his head to hide his smile, afraid that Brother Xiong would find out. He immediately suppressed his smile and raised his head and said, "Okay, Brother Xiong, what about those prisoners?"
"Is the prisoner more important, or am I? I love you so much, but you still can't tell the priorities right now? Just find someone to take him there. How can we let him escape when we are in the mayor's territory? If anyone escapes, I will kill him. I don't believe they have the guts to do that."
After Brother Xiong finished speaking, he felt even more dizzy and started shouting “ouch, ouch”.
Little Fubao curled up in Wan Ersao's arms, holding her two tender little hands and giggling. Wan Ersao noticed this and immediately covered her mouth.
"My dear, wait a while before you have fun. Now is not the time to have fun. Please don't scare me, okay?" Wan Ersao looked pale. She immediately glanced around and found that the servants were not paying attention to the exiles. Then she let go of Xiao Fubao. In fact, she also wanted to have fun...
But just as Wan Ersao held down one of them, the one standing next to her suddenly burst into laughter: "Hahahaha... This young master is laughing to death, hahaha..."
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