The Nightmare of a Forgotten Revenge

"Master..."

Zhang San knocked Wang Xiaoer's little head lightly, very lightly...

What Wang Xiaoer actually wanted to ask his master was why he would suddenly want to help that hero. But now Wang Xiaoer wanted to ask even more - why was his master hitting him so lightly today? Was it because he didn't have breakfast?

Zhang San said softly: "Don't ask, it's not a good story."

Looking at Zhang San, Wang Xiaoer couldn't believe it a little, probably because his master had shocked him too much today.

It was the first time he saw his master shocked to the point of losing his mind.

It was the first time he saw his master take the initiative to help someone.

And at this moment, Wang Xiaoer saw Zhang San reveal sadness for the first time.

Could the master be sad too? The master was actually sad!

Wang Xiaoer couldn't help but think so.

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From opening the shop to closing the door this day, Zhang San had been a little absent-minded, probably because he had confirmed the guess in his heart when he first saw Xiu Wangchou.

At night, Wang Xiaoer found that the master was not at home.

However, Wang Xiaoer was not panicking because he knew where his master had gone. After all, quite a few medicines for healing were missing from the secret room at home. They couldn't have been taken by someone else, could they?

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In the private room of the noodle shop, Xiu Wangchou sat cross-legged to adjust his inner breath.

In addition to being extremely majestic, the inner strength of the Star Sea Sect also had the ability to heal wounds. Of course, if coupled with the few bottles of medicine in front of him, his recovery would definitely be faster.

However, it was also strange where these few bottles of medicine came from. Xiu Wangchou, who had heard the movement outside the door earlier, looked out from the roof of the noodle shop at the door, but did not find any trace of anyone, only to find several bottles of medicine left at the door.

He had carefully checked the medicine and there was no problem. But who would have sent it?

In fact, Xiu Wangchou knew clearly in his heart.

Xiu Wangchou smiled slightly and thought to himself: It turns out that my teacher was right after all. In the Jianghu, there are not only those despicable villains in the underworld, but there are still some kind-hearted people.

It's just...

Xiu Wangchou actually didn't forget about Zhang San recognizing the method of making straw bundles that day.

Who exactly are you?

Xiu Wangchou murmured in his heart.

But Xiu Wangchou, who had monitored the county government all day, was actually quite tired too. Coupled with his still unhealed injuries, although he pondered for a while, Xiu Wangchou still fell asleep very quickly. However, he would not sleep for long because he was afraid that the beast in the county government would escape under the cover of night.

I'll just sleep for a while, Xiu Wangchou thought.

That night, Xiu Wangchou, who seldom had dreams, had a dream.

In the dream, he went back twenty years ago when he was only twelve years old and was discovered by a "hunter" in the village.

He ran desperately, but no one came out to help him.

But he knew in his heart that those neighbors and friends in the village were actually hiding around the village houses. But none of them were willing to come out, because they were also very afraid, afraid of death, afraid of dying faster and more tragically after resisting.

This was a murder game!

What should he, the twelve-year-old, do?

He could only run, run hard!

Until a corner, he ran to the place where hay was stacked in the village. He took off one of his shoes and put it in front of a haystack, then turned and ran towards the river outside the small village.

Luckily the place where Four Directions Village stacked hay was at the corner of the village, very close to the river. As long as he could get on the bridge and cross the river, he could get into the mountains!

But how could those "hunters" not think of this?

In fact, the hunters had surrounded the outside of the village long ago. The moment the twelve-year-old child escaped from the village, two "hunters" noticed him. But the child, who had no other way, could only run desperately towards the river.

But how could a child run faster than adults?

Just as he was caught at the last moment, he jumped into the turbulent river and was washed away by the river.

Perhaps those hunters had already assumed that a child who fell into such a deep and rapid river at night could not possibly survive. So they very naturally left the river and continued to stand guard around the village outskirts, continuing their game.

It was midnight when he had the dream.

Xiu Wangchou woke up with a shock. It was a nightmare!

He broke out in a cold sweat as he got up from the floor, and the terrifying picture that kept flashing back in his mind. In fact, it wasn’t when he fell into the water that year. In fact, Xiu Wangchou knew clearly in his heart that his real nightmare was that shoe...

That shoe he left in front of a haystack.

This was the root of his nightmare.

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On the other side, in the bookstore, Wang Xiaoer hopped around the hall setting out congee and youtiao.

After all, the master who helped the hero was so admirable.

Zhang San, who hadn't slept well after being busy all night, smelled the scent of breakfast and woke up. He had just come in from the backyard and saw Wang Xiaoer with a "flattering" expression respectfully handing him chopsticks.

Why does this Wang Xiaoer look more and more like me when I was young?

Zhang San muttered to himself softly as he took the chopsticks.

"Master, where were you last night?"

Zhang San pierced the congee and youtiao with silver needles as he did every morning, then started eating and said, "You went into the secret room last night, so why ask?"

Wang Xiaoer said with a smile, "Of course I know that Master, you went to give medicine to Hero Xiu. It's just that with Master's superb qinggong, how could it have taken a whole night to run back and forth between South County and North County? "

This little apprentice was really smart.

After this feeling, Zhang San said indifferently, "Actually, there was nothing much. I just went to visit that old Huang, that is, Yellow Grandpa in your mouth. This person is quite famous. Unfortunately, he passed away recently. And... I checked on the Wang Family and Poison Valley."

"Poison Valley!" Wang Xiaoer exclaimed.

After all, second only to the Black Cloud among the underworld sects, Poison Valley must have been furious and preparing for revenge after Xiu Wangchou killed two high-level experts this time.

Zhang San said slowly, "There was nothing big on the Wang Family side. That Wang Old Lady is sick, and the rest are all servants, daughters-in-law and the like. They don't have any other relatives, so there won't be any threats in the short term. As for Poison Valley... "

Zhang San dragged his voice for a long time, just to keep Wang Xiaoer in suspense.

Wang Xiaoer didn't even nibble on the youtiao, staring intently at his master.

Zhang San laughed and said, "Forget it, I'll tell you. They from Poison Valley should be too busy right now to take care of themselves."