C17 Blindness

"Huaizu, where are you?" At the same time, his grandfather's voice sounded again, getting closer and closer. In the end, it was as if his voice was right next to his ear.

I saw that the red film had also disappeared because of the disappearance of the shy girl, so I tried to respond a few more times, but the result remained the same.

I rolled my eyes, desperate for a way to get in touch from the outside world.

Suddenly, an idea struck me. Boss Gao, who was such a precious wooden box, had claimed that it was a treasure trove. It must be filled with endless spiritual power.

Perhaps, he might be able to rely on it to break through the barrier?

I walked toward the wooden box with the intention of trying it out, but when I was only a few steps away from the box, a large, veined hand suddenly grabbed my ankle.

"AHH!" "I was so scared that I couldn't stop screaming. After kicking and kicking, I stepped on the big hand and crushed it.

Boss Gao painfully groaned a few times and curled up into a ball, shaking uncontrollably. However, his mouth was still mumbling indistinctly, "It's mine, this treasure is mine. None of you should think of snatching it away …"

I faintly felt that something was wrong. Boss Gao suddenly turned into a useless person, seemingly having something to do with the treasure of a shy girl.

But I was desperate to get away, to wake up from this nightmare, and I couldn't be bothered with what was going on. Ignoring Boss Gao's painful moans, I walked over to the wooden box and lifted the lid.

Suddenly, a strong light shot out from the box. I subconsciously covered my eyes, but I also heard Boss Gao's painful groans that sounded clearer. It was so mournful that it seemed like his soul was being devoured.

Even though I had covered them with my hands, the light was still so bright that I couldn't open my eyes. My head was buzzing like a magnetic field after an electric current had met, as if my head would explode at any moment.

It was only then that I started to get scared. The fear that Boss Gao gave me just now was like a witch seeing a Senior Magus.

"Grandfather, I'm here, save me …" My voice trailed off until only I could hear it.

"… …"

"Huaizu, Huaizu, wake up." It was his grandfather's voice, but it also seemed to have aged a lot.

I wanted to reply, but my throat was dry and thick with blood, and swallowing saliva could make me die of pain.

I slowly opened my eyes, but I couldn't see anything clearly. The world was a blur.

Was he dreaming? Or did my grandfather already successfully save me?

I raised one arm helplessly, and a moment later a big, powerful hand covered me. Warm came over me, and I knew I wasn't dreaming.

However, I still couldn't see anything. I gritted my teeth and struggled to ask, "Grandfather, is it night now?"

I was met by a long silence, and a drop of warm liquid, like tears, that fell on my face.

"Come, Huaizu, drink this water and let's go home." Pappy didn't answer my question, just held a container of water to my mouth.

Since I was young, I had never been a peaceful person, and for this reason I had been beaten up by my grandfather many times. It was the first time that my grandfather had ever spoken to me in such a gentle voice, and I panicked for no reason. I would rather my grandfather had punished me to go to the ancestral hall and kneel for a day and a night.

"Grandfather, why didn't you answer my question?" I asked stubbornly, tilting my head so that the container didn't press against my lips.

Pappy still didn't respond to my words. I only heard a rustling sound from my side, and soon I felt a pair of powerful arms pick me up and carry me down the mountain as if I were walking down a rugged mountain path.

However, I don't know if it was my imagination, but I always felt that in this forest, besides my grandfather's footsteps, there was also the inaudible sound of shoes scraping against the stone slab road behind me.

It was just that I was too tired and was carried around by my grandfather. After a while, I fell asleep on his shoulder.

I don't know when I got home, except that it was three days later when I woke up.

The first sound I heard when I opened my eyes was from Little Fatso.

"Senior Brother, you're finally awake!" I could hear his manner as if he were going to tell the world.

If it weren't for the fact that he begged me or had done something to let me down, Little Fatty wouldn't have called me "Senior Brother". Thinking like this, I was even more certain that this brat was harboring a hidden motive.

I sat up and hit the light switch. There was a click, but the light didn't go on.

"There's a blackout?" I scratched my head and muttered to myself.

Just as I finished speaking, Little Fatty sniffed and called out "Senior Brother".

When he called me 'Senior Brother', those who did not know me would think that we were leaving each other forever. I felt goosebumps all over my body, so I could not help but say, "Alright, stop calling me Senior Brother if you don't want to call me. Who are you trying to call me 'Senior Brother'?"

Little Fatso sniffed even harder, as if he was about to cry at any moment. He mumbled back to me, "Un, I understand, Senior Brother."

I finally understand, Little Fatty is definitely mocking me!

However, I was too lazy to argue with him. This dark night made me feel extremely depressed. I thought for a moment before turning to Little Fatty and said, "Go and light a kerosene lamp for me."

"Waah!" Little Fatso suddenly howled, almost causing me to fall to the ground in fright. Although I couldn't see him, I still glared at him from the direction of the cry.

"Senior Brother, I'm sorry." Little Fatso cried even harder, as if he was going to drown this broken house of mine.

My ears hurt from his crying, and I tried to open my eyes, but it hurt like never before. My heart skipped a beat and I immediately asked, "Is it night?"

"Yes …" "It's not …" Little Fatso stammered, "Senior Brother, it's all my fault."

The scenes of him falling into a deep slumber suddenly flashed across his mind. The dazzling light, as well as the ear-piercing sound … I could vaguely guess what Little Fatty was crying about.

"Little Fatty, have I become blind?" I sat down on the bed in a daze, a trace of sadness in my already empty eyes.

I am only an eight-year-old child, why does fate strike me so hard? I couldn't figure it out, and I couldn't think about it. Just the slightest thought, and it was like my head was filled with water.

Little Fatty probably sat on the side of my bed. He said that he wanted to keep looking at me and advise me, afraid that I would do something stupid. This was also Grandfather's intention. Although I felt that his existence would only make me angrier, it was still due to his kind intentions. After all, I didn't have the heart to directly chase him out of the house.