Difficulty: So I am an undercover villain

Chapter 84 The Little Girl

It was rare that Leng Fengjue was on the order, Shen Yifei didn't want to waste this good opportunity, planned to do it once and for all, and directly chased after him, forgetting for a moment that there was another person who passed out.

After running for an unknown amount of time, Leng Fengjue ran hurriedly through the woods with his scarred body on his hands. Blood dripped every two steps. Just when he was about to lose his hold, he finally saw an official road. Losing his strength, he rolled his eyes and passed out on the road.

After he fainted, a pair of immature hands protruded from the grass by the side of the road, and pulled Leng Fengjue in.

The grass shook for a while, and then there was no movement.

Shen Yifei, who followed the bloodstain all the way, came to the place where Leng Fengjue disappeared, looked at the broken bloodstain on the ground, stopped for a moment, and let out a cold snort.

"People were rescued."

The man was lost after being chased, at this moment Shen Yifei thought of Jian Suifeng, glanced suspiciously at the grass by the roadside, and turned back.

After Shen Yifei left, it took a long time for the grass to start to move, only to see a thin figure poking out cautiously from the grass.

After looking around for a while, she felt that there was no danger, then she dragged Leng Fengjue out of the grass, and then dragged Leng Fengjue to a distance with difficulty.

When returning to the place where he fought before, Shen Yifei found that Jian Suifeng was gone, thinking that Jian Suifeng went to find himself after waking up, so Shen Yifei waited at the same place.

But after waiting for two hours without seeing him come back, Shen Yifei realized that something was wrong, and began to search around here.

"The sword follows the wind ~ the sword follows the wind."

After searching for two days in a row, but no one was found, Shen Yifei's face was full of anxiety.

"Won't it be snatched away by passing wolves, tigers and leopards?"

Just as he was guessing wildly, there was a drastic change in the sky. The three suns were in the same sky, but the black moon began to move slowly, and finally disappeared over the misery.

But after the black moon disappeared, the plight changed dramatically, and unprecedented heat enveloped the entire land of China.

"It seems that the King of Hades has started to move. Su Zhenzhen is missing. I need to put Gu Yao down as soon as possible to relieve the harm of Shuang Yang." Shen Yifei looked at the sky and murmured.

Then he bowed to the place where the sword Suifeng disappeared, "Suifeng, I'm sorry for you, I will definitely come to see you next year in Qingming."

In a village thousands of miles away from Zantian Pass, the people come and go in a hurry, because I heard that the Hades of the Forest Prison sacrificed the people of several villages in order to build the Yellow Spring Return Line, which made the whole village full of people. A tense atmosphere.

And in a remote place at the end of the village, there is a dilapidated wooden house with the door open, and a thick wooden board stands beside the door.

There is only a simple wooden bed, a table and a pitch-black stove in the house. It looks extremely simple, and there is even a hole in the roof.

A small figure got into a sack to search for something. After a long time, a little girl with braids came out of the sack.

A very young girl, only about four or five years old, with a layer of black pot bottom dust smeared on her face.

Holding a large handful of rice grains, the little girl looked at the person lying on the bed.

He whispered, "I don't know if it's enough."

Then the little girl put the rice into a container, picked up a piece of wood and began to pound it.

There was a booming sound in the room, and with the impact again and again, the shell on the rice grains was broken, revealing the crystal clear white rice.

"Whoo~"

Gently blowing away the rice husks, carefully picking up each grain of rice, the little girl put the rice in the pot, poured some water and started to boil it.

The girl struggled to carry the water, and skillfully lighted the fire and added firewood.

It's hard to imagine how long it took such a little girl to live alone in this dilapidated wooden house to be so proficient at that movement.

With the smoke curling up from the kitchen, a pot of porridge was ready in a short while.

There is a large pot of rice soup with sparse rice grains floating in it. It's not that there is too much water, but that there is too little rice. This rice soup is the little girl's daily food.

The little girl swallowed hard, took out a broken bowl with a gap, fished out all the rice grains in the pot, and then came to the bedside and fed the bowl of porridge into Leng Fengjue's mouth.

It wasn't until all the rice in the bowl was fed that the little girl showed a happy smile, and then took the bowl to the side of the pot to scoop up a bowl full of rice soup.

The little girl drank bowl after bowl until she was full before putting down the bowl.

As the sky was getting dark, the little girl came to the bed, snuggled up to Leng Fengjue, and slowly fell asleep.

The next day, the day was bright, and the little girl got up early, put on linen clothes, drank a mouthful of cold water, rinsed her mouth, and walked to the market in the center of the village.

Although it is close to the funeral pass, and fear hangs over the hearts of the villagers, life still has to go on.

As soon as the sun rose, there were already many farmers in the market selling their goods here.

The little girl shuttled among the vendors, and when she saw a stall busy, she took the initiative to help. She didn't ask for money, but only for a bowl of food from the boss after working.

For the figure of the little girl, the villagers are no strangers to it. Everyone knows where the gray grandmother in the west of the village lives with a little girl, but since the death of the gray grandmother a few months ago, only the little girl is left alone. Unreliable.

Therefore, the villagers often see little girls coming to the market to beg for life.

Although the little girl is small, she has quick hands and feet. She was very lucky today. She saw that Uncle Wang at the bun shop was very busy, so she took the initiative to go up to him and fight him.

After some busy work, the breakfast shop ended today's business.

The owner of the bun shop took out a bun that had been left in advance and handed it to the little girl.

With difficulty, the little girl shifted her eyes from the steamed buns to the wooden bucket containing gruel, held up her broken bowl and said, "Uncle Wang, I don't want steamed buns, can you give me some more gruel?"

Hearing this, the boss put down the buns and filled the little girl's bowl with gruel.

"Thank you."

The little girl thanked the boss politely, then turned to leave with the bowl in her hand.

"and many more."

The little girl turned around in doubt, and put a bun in her bowl.

"You performed well today, and this steamed stuffed bun will be your reward."

The little girl bowed deeply to Boss Wang's back before returning to her home.

Looking at the little girl's thin and strong body, Mr. Wang sighed.

"This damn world, poor baby."

Most of the villagers are good people. Although Boss Wang felt sorry for the little girl and wanted to raise her in the past, he had to give up this idea when he thought of the tigress at home.

After working all morning, the little girl returned home with her exhausted body. After feeding the porridge into Leng Fengjue's stomach, she ate the steamed stuffed bun with the leftover rice soup from last night.

In this way, in the next few days, the little girl could be seen in the market every day.

the next day.

Day three.

Until the morning of the fourth day, Leng Fengjue woke up faintly.

(End of this chapter)