Steam Era: The Lord of 'Puluo' Chapter 1289 610: Virtuous Person (2)

But Luo Zhengnan knows that this situation is quite common at De Song Cliff, they seem to be talking nonsense, but within half a day, the lie will be solidified, and unless this child can prove his innocence in the future, he will be considered Cui Tiq's illegitimate child.

"Phooey!" The old lady spat a mouthful of saliva, "I should have killed that bastard with a stick earlier, phooey!"

She spat again, this time with more force, and the spittle hit the ground with a sound.

The sound was crisp.

"Sister," another old lady looked down, "how did your tooth come out?"

The old lady licked inside her mouth, and sure enough, she had spat out her molar: "Oh my, what's going on with me..."

Her speech became increasingly garbled, as if something was choking her throat, and after coughing twice, this old lady spat out a clump of sticky blood and flesh.

Where did this blood and flesh come from?

"Sister, what happened to you? Did you get injured during yesterday's fight?"

"Hoo, yaya..." the old lady kept talking, but nobody could understand what she was saying.

The old lady's cheeks moved slightly, feeling that something was missing in her mouth.

She opened her mouth towards the crowd, and a man shouted: "Her tongue is gone!"

Her tongue was gone, the clump of rotten flesh she spat onto the ground was her tongue, yet she felt no pain at all.

A group of people were terrified, asking concernedly, but no one dared to approach easily.

An old man felt something was wrong and wanted to leave using his cane.

After walking only a couple of steps, his right hand suddenly weakened, the skin first became sticky and then cracked, with pus and blood gushing out from the cracks, his entire arm detached from the shoulder, falling to the ground with the cane.

The group of Virtue Cultivators was dumbfounded, not knowing what was happening, a young woman whispered: "Could it be karma..."

"Nonsense!" another woman shouted nearby, "We punished that bastard, what's wrong, why should we face karma?"

Despite the words, the woman's legs trembled, she had kicked the child several times earlier, and now her leg felt numb.

Numb, indicating it's almost time.

The woman shivered twice more, her right calf fell off from the knee, becoming mush.

A man was so scared he cried, both hands fell from his shoulders.

These seven or eight Virtue Cultivators, none were spared, some lost hands, some lost feet, some lost both hands and feet.

Luo Zhengnan was somewhat afraid too.

Not knowing if this situation was due to external injury or an epidemic, after gathering enough information for the day, Luo Zhengnan hurriedly left De Yuan Village.

...

Decheng Mountain is the highest mountain within the territory of De Song Cliff, and Cui Tiq chose a cave.

This cave is well-ventilated, with a spring inside, which Cui Tiq checked to be drinkable.

He placed the child in the cave, applied medicine to his wounds, opened a can of beef stew, and fed both the meat and soup to the child.

Cui Tiq's medicine was effective, the child ate a bit and quickly regained vitality, hobbling, he could barely walk.

"What is your name?"

The child kept his head down, silent.

"You can't speak?" Cui Tiq examined the child's throat and vocal cords, seemingly undamaged.

"My name is Tang Xinde." The child lifted his head, his voice quite loud, attempting to prove he could speak.

"Why does your name also contain the word 'De'? I've asked several people, their names also have the word 'De'."

The child stared at Cui Tiq for a while, then shook his head, such complex questions he couldn't answer.

Cui Tiq asked again: "How old are you?"

"Almost six years old."

Cui Tiq nodded: "Your name, it's somewhat difficult for me to pronounce, I mean no offense, can I call you Little De from now on? Is that okay?"

The child nodded.

"Where are your parents?"

"They're dead."

"What was the reason?"

"They said, my parents were people without Virtue, they did things without Virtue, when they were young, they married by themselves, that was without Virtue, they knew Grandpa Pan, that was also without Virtue, they didn't fight with the village, that was without Virtue, our village people, they are also people without Virtue..."

The child spoke bits and pieces, and Cui Tiq listened in confusion: "Forget it, tell me things that I can understand, is your village called De Yuan Village?"

"No!"

"Then what is your village called?"

"Deshan Village."

"What's the name of your village chief? How high is his cultivation level?"

The child looked blank.

"How many villages are there at De Song Cliff, and how many are under the command of De Yuan Village?"

The child stayed silent.

"You don't know?"

The child shook his head.

Cui Tiq frowned: "You don't know anything, you won't be much use to me."

The child still didn't understand, he lowered his head, shivering.

Cui Tiq looked at his tattered single garment, and asked: "Why are you shivering, is it fear or cold?"

The child said nothing.

"Stay here, I'm going out to play a game, don't follow me." Cui Tiq got up and left the cave.

Walking halfway up the slope, he took out some seeds and sowed them near the cave entrance.

After walking several dozen meters, he sowed more seeds.

He continued to walk down the mountain, and dozens of meters out, he took out seeds and looked back once.

Little De stood at the cave entrance, using the can to carry water and watering the seeds.

Cui Tiq hurriedly stopped the child: "What are you doing?"

"Playing a game with you."

Cui Tiq sighed: "Your mental resilience is truly strong, your parents just died, you nearly died too, yet you still want to play games?"