582: Conspiracy_1
Mo Hua looked at the little child even smaller than himself, sighed, and then felt somewhat angry.
Such a young cultivator being trafficked…
Boss Jiang and his gang really deserved to die.
He should have fed them a few more Fireball Techniques…
The eatery was in ruins, charred marks everywhere.
The child looked around and grew more frightened, his little face deathly pale, tears glistening in his eyes, but he still tried his best not to cry.
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Mo Hua asked softly, “Are you alright…”
The child sneaked a glance at Mo Hua and slowly nodded.
Mo Hua asked, “What’s your name?”
The child was about to speak but opened his mouth, seemed to remember something, then shook his head and didn’t say it.
Mo Hua paused, then understood.
This child probably didn’t dare to reveal his surname.
By revealing his surname, others would know his identity; he might even be exploited by those with ulterior motives to extort his parents.
For such a young child, it was good to be cautious. Mo Hua didn’t mind.
He then asked, “What shall I call you then?”
The child thought for a moment, saw Mo Hua’s clear gaze, his eyebrows and eyes friendly. Although he was older than the child, he wasn’t much older.
Better than those fierce and scary bad people…
Only then did he timidly say, “Daddy and Mommy call me ‘Yu Er’…”
“Yu Er?”
Like fine jade.
Choosing this name was probably in the hopes that their child would grow up to be as gentle as jade.
Mo Hua then asked, “Where are your daddy and mommy?”
Yu Er looked dejected and shook his head.
A trafficked child not knowing where his parents were was not unusual…
This child’s complexion was pale, clearly having been scared out of his wits in recent days.
Mo Hua felt compassion, thought for a moment, then said, “I will take you to find your daddy and mommy then…”
The sorrow in Yu Er’s eyes suddenly brightened, carrying a slightly humble hope as he stared at Mo Hua:
“Really…”
He seemed afraid that Mo Hua would deceive him, and in his gaze hid a fragile yearning.
Probably having been hurt by the malice of others after being trafficked, he no longer dared to trust anyone…
“Hmm, if they can’t find you, your daddy and mommy will definitely be heartbroken…”
Mo Hua said warmly.
Yu Er’s tears then fell like pearls, “I… I miss Mommy…”
“Let’s go,” Mo Hua said.
“Hmm.” Yu Er wiped his tears and nodded.
Mo Hua lifted him out of the box.
Yu Er saw the surroundings clearly, seeing a group of cultivators dead in tragic states, his little face grew even paler as he looked at Mo Hua:
“These bad people… were…?”
Mo Hua said gravely, “I don’t know who killed them…”
Yu Er was stunned.
Mo Hua pondered a little then began to bluster with all seriousness, “I was passing through to Qian State to study, and when I wanted to find an eatery to fill my stomach, I encountered this scene…”
“Someone had killed this group of cultivators, so clean and so thoroughly…”
“I noticed there was something strange about the box and that’s how I opened it and rescued you…”
…
Mo Hua made it sound as if it had nothing to do with him.
He was just a passing, unknown, kind-hearted brother.
But Yu Er looked at Mo Hua suspiciously:
“Really?”