Chapter 5, The Stifling Pillow

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The voice of the maid came from outside: "What happened?"

After saying this, the night traveler compared the knife in his hand and then leaned closer to the four-year-old Fan Xian

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This is a rather deceptive tactic of feigning an attack from the east while striking from the west. If anyone else were to employ it, they would likely not deceive that night traveler, after all, the other party is a master who independently possesses a laboratory in Kyoto

Fan Xian's mind was exceptionally quick. Upon realizing that the ambush had failed, he relied on his innate advantage of being exceptionally young and looked at the night traveler, crying out loudly: "Daddy, Daddy..."

However, the one who employed this tactic was a four-year-old boy, so the night traveler naively believed him. Moreover, upon hearing Fan Xian call out "mother," a look of extreme shock appeared in the night traveler's eyes as he abruptly turned his head to look back.

Suddenly, the little boy on the bed turned his head to look behind the night traveler, a glimmer of surprise flashing in his eyes, and exclaimed: "Mom!"

Hearing the usually gentle, amiable, innocent, and lovable young master rarely lose his temper, the maid fell silent and said nothing further

It seems that this trouble has finally arrived today

He gently tapped on the door of the grocery store, the sound very faint, and in the quiet deep night of Danzhou, it did not carry far away

If I call for help, the other party will certainly kill me in a very short time. However, seeing that the other party is not making any moves at this moment, it is evident that they are stunned by my random shout of "Dad".

He reached under the masked black scarf of the night traveler and felt for a breath. For some reason, a thought of silencing him with murder surged in Fan Xian's mind

A voice, utterly mundane and devoid of any emotional fluctuation, emanated from the grocery store

Fan Xian's face still bore an innocent and flawless expression, tears streaming down, yet his heart tightened momentarily as he sobbed and asked, "Then, who are you, uncle?"

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A crisp sound of "bang!" echoed in the bedroom

How can that be acceptable? What if the young master gets hurt?

However, Fan Xian did not reveal it, and m.hetushu.com perfectly portrayed the slight fear, a few surprises, and a touch of anger that a four-year-old child should exhibit

Fan Xian thought to himself that this person was indeed the same as he was back in Kyoto, speaking and acting with precision. After a brief pause, he softly said: "I am Fan Xian"

The night traveler approached the bedside with a sinister smile

Behind him were the tightly closed door and the thick darkness of the night

I am your father sent to see you, so do not call out

The night wanderer's eyes were slightly brown, appearing somewhat unattractive, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes revealed his age. His manner of speaking directly reminded Fan Xian of those old men who trick young girls into going to see goldfish.

Fan Xian walked back to the wardrobe, laboriously dragged out a winter quilt, then with a strong pull of his fingers, tore the quilt cover into strips of cloth. He twisted them and securely bound the unconscious night traveler on the ground.

Suddenly, a chill ran through my heart as I realized that after my rebirth, my character seemed to have become much more resilient. Just now, my actions were as ruthless as those in a book, and there was not a trace of hesitation.

At this moment, he realized that his back was completely wet

It was said to handle it tomorrow

Crying on one side, while feeling an immense tension inside, I began to calculate how to escape.

The ambush was unsuccessful, and naturally, he could not attempt the same trick again. While he pitifully wept in an attempt to deceive the night traveler, he quickly turned his mind to find a way to escape.

Fan Xian held a half-broken porcelain pillow in his hand, looking at the guy on the ground with lingering fear. He weighed the remaining pillow in his hand, gritted his teeth, raised his small arm, and struck down fiercely at the back of the opponent's head.

"There is no need to pretend, Young Master Fan," the night traveler spoke in a tone that was quite indifferent, yet it seemed there was no real danger. "It appears you are indeed very clever, understanding how to protect yourself at such a young age. However, you should be well aware that I am not Lord Earl."

But Fan Xian knew that the person inside could definitely hear the sound of the knocking. Although the other party had pretended not to know him for the past four years, when the moment came, Fan Xian could only think of this person as someone he could trust

Although Fan Xian appears to be only four years old, he possesses a mature soul within. The bloodshed and corpses from the very first day he arrived in this world are firmly etched in his mind, which has led to a profound sense of unease. He is aware that his unclear origins will eventually bring him trouble.

Who

The night traveler lay on the ground, his head covered in blood

Then he seemed not to notice the knife in the other person's hand, wiggled his little bottom, climbed onto the big bed, and mumbled: "I don't even know what Daddy looks like"

As expected by Fan Xian, the wooden door of the grocery store opened silently, and the blind boy stood at the entrance like a ghost, startling Fan Xian instead.

A trace of fear surged in his heart—whether in this life or the previous one, this was his first intention to kill. Although he did not know if he had actually killed the other party—he had been too reckless. If the other party were truly a martial arts master, that earlier move would have certainly cost him his own life.

This sound is a muffled thud, the force exerted is immense - like a heavy book - even if this night traveler is a master of his generation, after receiving this sudden blow, it is likely that he will find it difficult to awaken for quite some time

You are not Dad

It's nothing, sister, I broke a cup. Let's deal with it tomorrow

Holding the small knife in his hand, Fan Xian thought again and again, yet he still could not bring himself to kill the unconscious night traveler on the ground. Suddenly, he thought of someone, a look of joy appearing on his face. He quietly pushed open the door, ran to the backyard, and crawled out through the dog hole, arriving outside the grocery store at the corner across from the count's mansion.

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He himself was unaware that, in the heart of the child now known as Fan Xian, he had already died once. This rebirth in this life seemed particularly precious, so he would not allow anyone to harm his existence

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Only after being intoxicated can one understand the depth of feelings, and only after death can one realize the weight of fate; it is such a simple truth

Fan Xian looked at the person who had brought him to Danzhou Port, observing the seemingly unchanged face and the black cloth over the eyes that had not altered in the past four years. He felt a sense of curiosity, wondering if this person would never age