Although Fan Xian looked like he was only four years old, he was a mature soul on the inside. The blood and corpses of his first day in this world were firmly imprinted in his mind, so he had always felt very uneasy. He knew that his unclear past would one day bring him trouble.
It seemed that trouble had finally come today.
His sneak attack had failed, so he couldn't use the same trick again. He sobbed pitifully, trying to confuse the nightwalker. At the same time, his mind raced, trying to think of a way to escape.
If he called for help, the nightwalker would certainly kill him in a very short time. Seeing that the nightwalker was not making any moves, it was clear that he had been stunned by Fan Xian's random call of "daddy."
Fan Xian's mind worked very quickly. Seeing that his sneak attack had failed, he relied on his innate advantage of being too young. He looked at the nightwalker and began to cry. "Daddy, daddy..."
As he cried, he nervously began to think of a way to escape.
"There's no need to pretend, Master Fan." The nightwalker's tone was very indifferent, but it didn't seem to be dangerous. "It seems that you are very clever, knowing how to protect yourself at such a young age. But you should know very well that I am not the Count."
Having said this, the nightwalker gestured with the knife in his hand, and then approached the four-year-old Fan Xian.
Fan Xian's face was still innocent and flawless. Tears streamed down his cheeks, but his heart tightened. He sobbed. "Then who are you, uncle?"
"I was sent by your father to see you, so don't call me that."
The nightwalker's eyes were a little brown, and he looked a little ugly. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes gave away his age, and the way he spoke made Fan Xian think of those old men who tricked little girls into looking at goldfish.
But Fan Xian didn't show it. He still perfectly played the part of a four-year-old child: a little fear, a little surprise, and a little anger.
"You're not daddy!"
Then, as if he didn't see the knife in the nightwalker's hand, he twisted his little butt and climbed onto the bed. "I don't even know what daddy looks like," he muttered.
The nightwalker laughed darkly and walked over to the bedside.
Suddenly, the little boy turned his head to look behind the nightwalker. His eyes flashed with surprise. "Mommy!" he cried.
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This was a very tricky move. If it had been anyone else, they probably wouldn't have been able to fool the nightwalker. After all, the nightwalker was a master who owned an independent laboratory in the capital.
But the one who used this trick was a four-year-old boy, so the nightwalker naively believed it. And when he heard Fan Xian call him mother, his eyes revealed a look of extreme shock, and he suddenly turned his head to look behind him.
Behind him was naturally the tightly shut door and the thick darkness of the night.
Bang! A crisp sound rang out in the bedroom.
The Nightwalker lay on the ground with blood all over his head.
Fan Xian held the half-broken porcelain pillow in his hand and looked at the man on the ground with lingering fear. He weighed the broken pillow in his hand, gritted his teeth, raised his small arm, and viciously smashed it into the back of the man's head.
This was a muffled sound, and the person had used a lot of strength. Even if this nightwalker was a grandmaster, he would not be able to wake up for a while after being hit by this heavy pillow.
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The chief maid's voice came from outside, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, sister. I broke a cup. I'll come back tomorrow to fix it."
"How can we do that? What if you hurt the young master's foot? "
"I said I'll do it tomorrow!"
Hearing the gentle, innocent, and adorable young master throw a rare temper tantrum, the maid shut her mouth and said nothing more.
Fan Xian walked back to the wardrobe and struggled to pull out a winter quilt. Then he tore the quilt into strips with two fingers and twisted them, firmly tying up the unconscious nightwalker on the ground.
Only now did he realize that his back was completely wet.
A trace of lingering fear welled up in his heart. Whether it was in his previous life or this one, this was the first time he had tried to kill someone. Although he didn't know if he had killed the man, he had taken too much of a risk. If the man really was a master of martial arts, then he would certainly have lost his life.
He put his hand under the nightwalker's black mask and found that the man was still breathing. For some reason, Fan Xian suddenly had the thought of killing him to silence him.
But then he realized that after his rebirth, he seemed to have become much more resilient. He had acted so ruthlessly, without the slightest hesitation.
He didn't realize it himself, because in the heart of the child called Fan Xian, he had already died once. This rebirth was especially precious, so he wouldn't allow anyone to harm his life.
Only when you're drunk do you know the weight of life. Only when you're dead do you know the weight of life. It was that simple.
Holding the knife in his hand, Fan Xian thought about it again and again. He still couldn't make up his mind to kill the unconscious nightwalker. Suddenly, he thought of someone, and his face lit up with joy. He quietly opened the door, ran to the backyard, and crawled out through the dog hole. He came to the grocery store on the corner of the street across from the count's mansion.
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Knock, knock, knock, knock … He gently knocked on the door of the grocery store. The sound was very soft, and in the quiet night of Danzhou, it didn't travel far.
But Fan Xian knew that the person inside could certainly hear the knocking. Although that person had pretended not to know him for four years, when things came to this, Fan Xian could only think of one person he could trust.
"Who's there?"
An extremely calm and emotionless voice came from the grocery store.
Fan Xian thought that this person was still the same as he was back in the capital, speaking and doing things in a methodical manner. He rolled his eyes and said quietly, "I'm Fan Xian."
Sure enough, as Fan Xian expected, the wooden door of the grocery store opened without a sound. The blind youth stood like a ghost in the doorway, giving Fan Xian a fright.
Fan Xian looked at the person in front of him who had brought him to Danzhou Harbor. He looked at his cheeks and the black cloth covering his eyes, which didn't seem to have changed in the past four years. He was a little curious. Could it be that this person didn't age?
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