Can't Afford to Offend My Scheming Disciple

95. Saving a Kid

Translator: Alanese Fantasy

The second day.

Some people in the village went up the mountain to cut firewood. It didn’t take long, but a man ran downhill in panic and kept muttering, “Someone’s dead! Someone’s dead!”

Other villagers felt a little strange, so they went uphill to check, only to find that the immortal who had claimed to have high magic power yesterday died here. His skin wrinkled up like a dying old man and he had long stopped breathing.

“He… What on earth is going on?” People were surprised to see such a scene for the first time.

Some timid people even dared not look at the body.

“Ah, I see.” A sudden voice startled the crowd.

“It must be that this man was faking an immortal. And the Heaven can’t stand it anymore, so he got punishment. All the immortals die peacefully. This man’s death is so horrible that he is definitely not an immortal.”

People in this village had never been out, so they had faith in immortals and demons. And there were places for them to offer sacrifices and pray.

For a while, everyone knelt down on the ground and kowtowed to the east, mumbling, “Immortals have come, please belss us…”

When Zhuo Hua heard about it, he frowned.

‘How can it be so coincidental? The so-called immortal died not long after coming here. Anything happened in the Cultivation World?’

‘Forget about it. Now I’m an ordinary person, and these things have nothing to do with me.’

It had been a month since the immortal died, and that incident gradually slid the villagers’ mind.

It was in the late spring and early summer. The sun was shining on Zhuo Hua, which was very comfortable. Zhuo Hua fished by the stream as usual, and the weather gradually warmed up.

Mrs. Zhang and Zhang Ke’er also let him be, but they still reminded him not to go into the water.

In the past month, Nan Chen had been secretly observing Zhuo Hua every day. He found that Zhuo Hua was already an ordinary person, and he also knew that Zhuo Hua was in poor health and couldn’t catch a cold.

Looking at Zhuo Hua’s peaceful face, the scene that how Zhuo Hua had abused him and killed his parents in the last life flashed across his mind.

That day he stood in a pool of blood, like a demon, and Nan Chen would never forgive this man.

But now, this man hadn’t died, but people in the Cultivation World all thought he was dead. Why, why could this man enjoy a comfortable life here?

Looking at Zhuo Hua in a distance, Nan Chen couldn’t help but come up with an interesting idea.

After a while, Zhuo Hua saw a three-or four-year-old child floating on the stream. He was surprised and stood up right away.

The stream was not deep nor shallow, but it was still dangerous enough for a child.

Zhuo Hua was about to go into the water to save the child, but remembered what Mrs. Zhang and Zhang Ke’er had reminded him.

He looked around. His cottage was a little far away from other people in the village. If it was a second late, he might lose the chance to save the kid.

Zhuo Hua finally made up his mind. He stepped into the stream with one foot, and the freezing water almost make him kneel down.

Zhuo Hua gritted his teeth and walked towards the child. The more he walked towards the middle of the stream, the deeper the water became. When Zhuo Hua approached the child, the water had reached his chest.

Holding the child in his arms, Zhuo Hua checked the breath of the child and found that there was still a faint breath.

The desperate chill hit Zhuo Hua again. He just held the child in his arms tightly and walked towards the bank.

Zhuo Hua took off the children’s clothes, put them on his bed, and wrapped the kid with his quilt.

Then he got changed.