Fan Xian took off his mask and washed his hands with clean water. He began to record the characteristics of the corpse, then analyzed the possible ailments, and recorded them in detail in a large black leather notebook provided by Fei Jie.
When he was done, he stood up. His face was pale, and his long eyelashes trembled. "Teacher, is there anything else?"
Fei Jie looked at him and frowned. He hadn't expected the kid to be so bold.
Before he could say anything, Fan Xian couldn't hold back his nausea any longer. He ran to the bottom of the ridge and began to vomit violently. He waited until the nausea subsided, then stood back up.
A trace of gentleness flashed across Fei Jie's eyes. He wondered if it was too cruel to let a four-year-old come into contact with the most terrifying things in life. It wasn't until he saw Fan Xian vomit that Fei Jie suddenly realized that Fan Xian was truly like a child. It was not as if there was another soul hidden within him at all times.
"Forget it. I'll think about it next time."
Before Fei Jie could finish his sentence, he heard Fan Xian's childish voice say, "It's a pity that Danzhou Harbor is a small city. Too few people have died, otherwise we could find a fresh corpse."
Fei Jie's heart thumped. He slowly turned his head to look at Fan Xian's pure eyes. He didn't know what he was trying to see in them. After a long time, he said coldly, "Why..."
"Huh?"
"Why aren't you afraid? Why aren't you angry at me for making you do these things? "Fei Jie was puzzled. He frowned and looked at the little boy.
Fan Xian lowered his head and said respectfully, "Because you told me to poison someone so that I could observe and learn. I'm afraid, so I'd rather dig up a corpse."
"So there are things in this world that you're afraid of."
"Yes." Fan Xian looked at him pitifully. "I'm only four and a half."
"Being young is no excuse." Fei Jie nodded, then shook his head. "You may be young, and perhaps there are some things you don't understand. But you have to know that an illegitimate child of a noble like you will face many conspiracies and harm in the years to come. Sometimes, this cheap sympathy can be a weapon that kills oneself."
After saying this, Fei Jie had a strange thought. Perhaps everything he said could be understood by the child in front of him. At this moment, the morning light suddenly shone into Fan Xian's half-raised eyes, reflecting a strange luster.
Fei Jie's heart trembled. He felt that the little boy's eyes were extremely demonic. He had used poison to kill countless people in his life. During the Northern Expedition of the late Emperor, the poison he concocted killed at least tens of thousands of soldiers of the Northern Wei Kingdom. In terms of crimes, he was destined to go to hell. But why was it that when he looked at the cute little guy in front of him, he couldn't help but feel afraid?
After tidying up the tomb, the strange master and disciple began to follow the source of the light to the east. Along the way, Fei Jie suddenly asked, "You must be very curious."
"Yes." Fan Xian grunted through his nose, and there was a hint of shyness in his sweet smile. "Teacher is very attentive to me."
Fei Jie did not expect the child to give an irrelevant answer. He smiled bitterly and said, "You can still laugh at this time. I really doubt your nerves and the maturity of your brain."
"Laughing is better than crying."
"That's true." Fei Jie's gaze turned to the faintly discernible city walls in the distance. He frowned. "Your father's family property in the capital is very large. In the future, there will be many who will compete with you for the family property. So you must become stronger and learn more."
Fan Xian said nothing, but he was calculating in his heart. He had always heard that his father, Count Sinan, was trusted by His Majesty. That was why he had stayed in the capital instead of being sent elsewhere.
The year before last, there had been political turmoil in the capital. Who knew how many princes and nobles had died in that coup? In the end, His Majesty had firmly controlled the situation and massacred countless noble families. Although his father was also a noble, he had miraculously maintained His Majesty's trust in him, and his position as an official had only grown higher and higher.
But Fan Xian still could not understand what kind of family property could cause his own death. It could cause his father to invite the most terrifying people in the capital, the Overwatch Council, to act as his teacher.
"I understand. In the future, there will certainly be people who want to kill me. That's why Teacher taught me to use poison. He was actually afraid that I would be poisoned to death."
"That's right. There are many ways to kill, but the most convenient, and also the least likely to attract attention, is to use poison." Fei Jie placed his hand on the top of Fan Xian's head and gently stroked it. "My task is to teach you these things within a year, so that in the future, no one will be able to poison your food and kill you."
"Why now? Weren't you afraid that someone would poison me years ago? " There were some questions that had to be asked clearly, so Fan Xian continued to ask questions, regardless of his fear of letting Fei Jie sense that he was mature beyond his years.
Fei Jie smiled, but there was something sinister about it. "Because last month, Count Sinan's concubine gave birth to a son, which means that you have a competitor for the Count's estate. And that concubine just so happens to be connected to some people in the Overwatch Council. Your father is worried that something might happen to you, but it would be inconvenient for him to send someone to protect you for a long period of time. That would only make it easier for you to surface. That's why he arranged for me to teach you. "
Fan Xian noticed that Fei Jie used two titles: Count Sinan and father.
"I'm illegitimate." Fan Xian smiled sweetly. "According to the laws of this country, I shouldn't have the right to inherit my father's title. Concubine shouldn't be too worried about me."
"In this world, what can be said with certainty?" Fei Jie replied casually. "Although Sir Wu has been secretly protecting you, he can't be your nanny. The poison in your food can't kill him, but it can easily kill you. And you don't know how many people will die with you if you die. "
Fan Xian was more and more confused. He wondered what kind of power his father, whom he had never met, wielded in secret. It was obvious that his father had far more power and ability than a mere count could have.
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In the early morning light, Fei Jie held Fan Xian's little hand as they walked toward Danzhou. Their shadows, one tall and one short, stretched out on the ground. Fei Jie looked at Fan Xian's still pale face. "Actually, a dead person is the least scary thing."
"Yes."
"In the future, don't use that kind of zhenqi to control your emotions. If you can't properly vent your emotions, even if your internal Tyrannical zhenqi is cultivated to its peak, you'll only become a murderous monster."
"Yes." Fan Xian obediently dispersed the zhenqi in his body, no longer trying to control his fear and disgust of corpses.
At that moment, Fei Jie suddenly said, "There's still a piece of rotten intestine in your sleeve. Are you going to braise it at home?"
"Ah!" A child's scream and the sinister laughter of a bad teacher came from the quiet countryside.
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