"Oh, the fish soup smells so good. My dear grandson, please give me a bowl too."
The weather was clear and the grass was green. They were resting by a river. Shaoheng cooked fish soup in a clay pot. The rich aroma made people drool, and the old woman couldn't stand it anymore.
Shao Heng ignored her and walked towards Xi He with the bowl in his hand, squatting down: "Miss, I'll feed you."
He scooped a spoonful with a spoon, blew it gently, and handed it to her mouth. Xihe opened her mouth, swallowed it, and smiled at him: "It tastes good." Shaoheng's eyes lit up and his movements became gentler.
After eating, Shaoheng wiped the corners of her mouth, got up and went to eat his own food. Most of the food in the earthenware jar was gone.
He glanced to the side, and the old woman wiped her mouth guiltily and turned away from him.
Shao Heng snorted coldly, finished the rest in a few seconds, and threw the dishes to the old woman: "Wash them."
The old woman opened her eyes wide and was about to refuse, but seeing Shaoheng's fierce look, she curled her lips, stood up reluctantly, and slowly went to the river to wash.
They drove away that day, thinking no one would notice, but the old lady quickly climbed into the car - they couldn't get her out no matter how hard they tried, so they had no choice but to take her with them.
Shao Heng took out the medicine box, carefully removed the splint on Xihe's right hand, and replaced it with new medicine: "Miss, you will be fine once we get to Yunzhou."
At this time, Xihe's right arm was limp and swollen purple, which was shocking. Shaoheng felt very distressed but was powerless to do anything. He could only say over and over again, "Miss, it will be fine when we get to Yunzhou."
I don’t know whether he was comforting Xihe or comforting himself.
Xihe nodded gently, placed her left hand on the back of his hand, and smiled gently: "It doesn't hurt that much, really."
She has a "heart" in her body and cannot use spiritual power to repair the injuries. They don't have any effective medicine now, but she is not someone who seeks abuse, so she asked the dog to help her block the pain early on, so she really doesn't feel any pain.
Shao Heng didn't believe her, but thought she was comforting him. He curled his lips and gently carried her onto the donkey cart: "We can reach Yunzhou City before dark."
The donkey had already filled its stomach and loaded all the things onto the cart. The young man whipped the donkey's butt, and with a neigh, the donkey cart swayed towards Yunzhou City.
This world is the world of cultivation. Every country has its own national master or is affiliated with a sect of immortal cultivation, so there are few wars. They set out from the early morning. Along the way, except for encountering civilians who were fleeing for their lives due to the earthquake in Tianning Mountain, they stood safely in front of the gate of Yunzhou before the sun set.
"Miss, we will be back home soon!" The young man's voice was slightly excited.
Although Washington DC offered him nothing but beatings, smelly stables, and endless horse manure to clean, he now wished he could spread his wings and fly back.
After paying the city entrance fee, the donkey cart entered the clean and open cobblestone road, passed through the long street, turned into the most prosperous Changlu Street, and stopped in front of a mansion.
Shao Heng's face, which was filled with joy, froze the moment he saw the gate.
The gate of the mansion was wide open, the door plaque was crooked, and through the narrow gap one could see the withered flowers and plants inside, and tables and chairs lying all over the ground. The most shocking thing was the dried blood splattered on the door, as if a person had been cut in the neck by a sword, and blood was gushing onto the door.
"Miss, don't look!"
Shaoheng hurriedly covered Xihe's eyes, but he couldn't stop shaking.
How, how could this happen?
His throat was sore and he could hardly believe what was happening before his eyes. What happened in Washington?
Xihe's eyelashes trembled, and she whispered, "Shaoheng, I want to see." She pushed his hand away and struggled to get out of the car. Shaoheng was heartbroken but did not dare to stop her. He held her tightly and opened the door.
The scene inside the mansion was even more shocking. The doors and windows were broken, exquisite porcelain was shattered on the ground, and clothes were pulled out of the closet and dragged on the ground. It seemed as if a fierce robbery had taken place here, and there was no survivor.
They stood at the door of the study, looking at the long, winding bloodstain on the ground that stretched out from the house.
Xihe's voice trembled: "I actually had a premonition a long time ago."
Shao Heng looked at her suddenly.
A line of tears silently slid down Xihe's face: "Daddy once sent someone to tell me not to go back. I thought, but I didn't expect..."
Her body trembled and she suddenly started coughing violently.
Shao Heng held her tightly, his eyes trembling: "Miss..."
So that's how it is, so that's how it is, the young lady's previous behavior is explained.
Xihe's eyes were red and filled with tears. Her hands tightly grasped his sleeves, helpless and hesitant: "Shaoheng, Daddy and the others...what should I do?"
Shao Heng's heart trembled, and he felt a little secretly happy for some reason. Does this mean that the young lady only belongs to him?
A surge of warmth surged in his chest, and he hugged Xihe tightly: "Miss, don't be afraid, the master and the others must have escaped." He paused, "You still have me, I will always be with you!"
He tightened his arms, almost embedding the girl in his arms, his eyes flashing with a crazy possessiveness that he himself was not aware of.
Xihe almost rolled her eyes in pain, but she didn't want to spoil the fun at the moment, so she could only hold it in and sob into the boy's arms, her body shaking as if she had Parkinson's disease.
The dog was stunned in the space and couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "Awesome!"
She cried so heartbrokenly, as if her father had died, it was just like the real thing.
But, if this goes wrong one day, tut tut tut.
In the end, Shao Heng found an affordable (cheap) inn to stay in. After personally coaxing Xihe to sleep, he ran out to inquire about what happened in Washington. Although he was prepared, he did not expect the truth to be so shocking.
When Xihe woke up in the middle of the night, Shaoheng had been sitting at the table for over an hour. Seeing her stand up, he hurried over to help her up and put a pillow behind her. Xihe sat down, drank some water, and asked him, "Did you find out the news?"
"Miss……"
Shaoheng hesitated, his face showing reluctance.
Xihe pulled the corner of his mouth with difficulty and smiled: "It's okay, tell me, I can bear it."
Shao Heng held her hand that was resting on the quilt and stared into her eyes. "Not long after our incident, there was a sudden assassination attempt in the mansion. People living nearby said the screams were shrill and didn't stop until dawn. When the government officials opened the door, there was nothing but blood inside, and no one was left."
"Miss." Shao Heng frowned, "Perhaps those thieves and the ones who assassinated us are the same group."
Xihe almost burst out laughing. They were just a group of people, all from Washington.
However, Mr. Hua was also decisive. After making up his mind, he acted decisively and disappeared without a trace, and even no personal identification could be found.
"These people are so cruel. I suspect they are cultivators. Only they have the ability to destroy corpses and cover up all traces!"
"More likely, it's the legendary, cruel and inhumane demon race."
Xihe really burst into laughter and looked at the boy with a strange look.
(End of this chapter)
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