C5 Outside the village of leng

One of the large towns south of Heavenly God Continent, in the early morning in Tianxing City.

It had been three days since Leng Jun left the Leng Village, and he had finally arrived at the town closest to the Leng Village. This was the only place he knew of, other than the Leng Village. Because the first time, and also the only time he had left the Leng Village, was when he was going to have a gathering with his parents in Profound Sky City.

Although Leng Jun was still young, he was extremely intelligent. He knew that the deaths of his parents and his fellow villagers in Leng Village would definitely not be an accident. Although he did not have any words like revenge seeking or killing, his intuition told him that he would still be in danger if he continued to stay in the Leng Village. So he spent three days burying his parents and his fellow villagers with his own hands. Then, relying on his strong willpower, he spent three days dragging his exhausted body to the only town he knew of.

Leng Jun actually didn't know why he had come here; he did not have a clear destination. Because in this world, aside from Leng Village, he did not have any other family members. The only thing he knew was that there would be people here, a lot of people.

All the people he knew had vanished from his life in a single night. He didn't know why, he just felt scared. During the three days of burying the Leng Village villagers, he could not hear anyone's voice. He felt fear — fear of loneliness.

Thus, he came to Tianxing City, a place filled with people. Perhaps he felt that only in places with people would the fear in his heart lessen a little.

However, even after entering Profound Sky City, the fear in Leng Jun's heart did not decrease by even a little. As he looked at the strangers passing by, he felt even more lonely.

Leng Jun was like a walking corpse as he aimlessly walked along the streets of Sky Profound City. It wasn't until he saw the iron gate that he finally felt a trace of warmth in his heart.

In Leng Jun's impression, the warehouse in his home also had such a large iron gate. Seeing this iron door, Leng Jun finally found a familiar smell. He walked to the iron gate and sat on the steps, leaning his little head against it.

The metal door was extremely cold, but Leng Jun could feel waves of warmth in his heart. The feeling of fear gradually disappeared, and a warm feeling slowly rose from within his heart.

Leng Jun's taut heartstrings finally relaxed. Maybe it was because he was really too tired, or maybe it was because he hadn't eaten for a long time, but Leng Jun's body was already extremely weak. He leaned against the metal door, feeling the warmth that he hadn't felt in a long time. He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

With a creaking sound, the iron gate was opened by someone.

It was an old servant of the family. Every morning, he would open the door and clean up the place.

Without the support of the steel door, Leng Jun's tiny body fell down diagonally into the room.

"Eh, where did you come from? It's so unlucky to be here so early in the morning."

A road fall, usually a beggar who suddenly dies on the street. Today, Little Cold Jun's clothes were tattered, and the exposed skin had been scraped black by the unburned wood when they were burying the villagers. In some places, blisters had appeared, and after the skin was broken, they would form scabs. His hair was also charred quite a bit, and there was not a single clean spot on his face. Wasn't his black appearance the exact same as that of a beggar by the roadside?

The old servant looked at Leng Jun who was lying on the ground and could not help but sigh.

"Oh, poor, small age."

With that, the old servant turned around and returned to the courtyard. Not long after, he returned with a wooden carriage. He suddenly had the kind intentions to bring Leng Jun out of the city and find a place to bury him. If it was left to the government, they would usually just throw the corpses out of the city and let them be eaten by wild dogs and wolves. Eventually, they would all die without a complete corpse.

The old servant wanted to carry Leng Jun's corpse onto the wooden carriage, but when his hands touched Leng Jun's body, he suddenly exclaimed. It turned out that the place where his hand touched actually had waves of warmth. The old servant hurriedly put his hand under his cold and arrogant nose and found that although his breath was very weak, he was still alive.

Realizing that Leng Jun was still alive, the old servant anxiously shouted into the courtyard: "Little Fifth Child, quickly come over here and lend a hand."

"Ah!"

"Yes!" After a word of agreement from the courtyard, a fourteen to fifteen year old child ran out from inside, also dressed like a servant.

The moment he came out, he asked, "Old Man Wu, what's the matter?"

"Help me carry this child to my room, and then bring Dr. Hua here for him to see."

The servant glanced at Leng Jun who was lying on the ground and said with a look of disdain, "Old Man Wu, why did you pick up a beggar? "If you die, how unlucky would it be to be scolded by the head"

"What's with all the nonsense? If I let you give me a hand, then you'll be happy. I'll explain it to the head, then it's your turn to speak, little bastard."

"Alright, your honored tutor is the best, right?" Everyone knows that you've been in the library for the longest time, so the pavilion master has to be polite when he sees you.

As he spoke, the little servant crossed the threshold and picked up Leng Ao, then said, "This little brat doesn't need you to do anything, I can do it myself. You have worked hard, how can you go, Doctor Hua? "Don't delay it. Not only will I run over twice more, I'll leave you with your grudges."

With that, he walked into the yard with Leng Ao in his arms.

"You stinking brat, I told you to do some work and watch how you talk. "Sooner or later, if you offend someone by saying too much, I will smash that stinky mouth of yours."

After Old Man Wu scolded Little Wu a few times, he knew in his heart that Little Wu was right. When the two of them moved separately, it would always be faster. As for the little child, he seemed to be on the verge of death. He truly couldn't afford to delay any longer.

Thinking of this, Wu Haoyuan hurriedly walked toward the other side of the courtyard.

In Old Man Wu's room, Doctor Hua examined Leng Ao for a while before saying, "There's nothing wrong with this child. He's just starving." He would get someone to make some porridge later and let him eat slowly. Be careful not to eat too much, or your stomach will burst. The child had multiple burns of hatred all over his body. Although it wasn't enough to kill him, it would still be very troublesome after a long time. After that, I'll ask Little Wu to get some medicine from somewhere and apply it to the child's wounds. I believe that he will recover in a few days. "Sigh, at such a young age, I really don't know what he has experienced."

After Doctor Hua left, Old Man Wu quickly instructed Wu Zi to make the porridge and get the medicine. On the other hand, he personally went to find the Master, hoping that he would be able to keep the pitiful Leng Jun.