But Mo Xingchen was conflicted. If he went out now, would Wen Bai discover him? Was he afraid?
Mo Xingchen ultimately did not go out. He sat restlessly, his small back straight, and turned his head stiffly in the carriage, staring fixedly at the leaves outside the carriage window, not daring to move.
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Wen Jue clearly had no intention of solving his physiological needs by the roadside.
He returned directly to the mountain stronghold, but he wasn't back to use the privy.
His brother's worry had reminded him.
He walked back to Han Hu, who was the boss here, and everyone listened to him.
Then, Wen Jue opened the small pocket he carried and took out a small bag.
However, glancing at the small amount left, he reluctantly put it back.
He then took out a larger, bulging paper packet from his small pocket, pinched a little powder between his index finger and thumb, and placed it into the corner of Han Hu's lips.
Then, Wen Jue searched the robbers for a long time. His small body quickly found his target on the tables where they were sprawled.
It was the three robbers who had brought them here.
Wen Jue took out the small paper packet he had initially taken out, looking at the small amount of powder left inside with great reluctance. He then carefully divided the powder into three portions and directly gave it to the three robbers to share.
However, Wen Jue did not notice that at this moment, behind him, a drunken robber was swaying as he stood up.
Wen Jue had put the knockout drug into the wine jars.
Clearly, he had administered the drug too late, and there were still some who had slipped through the net.
The man was quite drunk. He looked through his bleary eyes at his brothers lying sprawled on the ground.
The ground was too hard, and the stones were hurting his head. His strong willpower overcame his drunkenness, and he decided to go back inside to sleep.
However, with a glance, he saw the little one standing in front of him—Wen Jue.
"Li... little boss, what are you doing here?" the robber slurred.
Wen Jue calmly smiled at the robber, his small hands fumbling on the table, "I'm thirsty and came for water."
The robber nodded drunkenly, "Then... little boss, help yourself. I'm going back to my room to sleep."
Wen Jue's back was covered in cold sweat. He walked to the table, picked up a bowl of water, pretending to drink, and softly agreed, "Okay."
But halfway through, the robber, even while drunk, sensed something was wrong.
Weren't there three little bosses? Why was there only one now?
And why was the little boss fetching his own water to drink?
Hadn't the village chief arranged for two brothers to do that? Who was it?
He turned back, swaying, "Xia..."
As soon as he uttered "Xia," a small white mist of powder brushed past his face from bottom to top, dispersing before him.
It was Wen Jue who jumped up and sprinkled the powder while covering his nose and mouth.
The robber inhaled, and the powder entered his nose.
Then, the robber's eyeballs slowly rolled in his sockets, and his body went limp as he collapsed.
Seeing this, Wen Jue no longer lingered. He immediately pulled up his pants and hem, which were a bit too big, and ran away with his short legs, "whoosh whoosh whoosh."
Behind Wen Jue, Han Hu, lying on the ground with a bruised face, breathed even more deeply.
The three robbers who had tied up Wen Bai and the others began to slowly ooze blood from their eyes, nostrils, ears, and mouths at roughly the same time.
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Wen Jue panted, "huff huff," and climbed into the carriage with all his might.
Ah! Wen Jue had finally returned.
Mo Xingchen finally turned his head back, feeling a bit more at ease.
He saw that Wen Jue was out of breath and running so fast. As expected, he was as timid as him.
He couldn't help but murmur to Wen Jue, "I told you not to go back. Look how scared you are."
As he spoke, Mo Xingchen had Wen Jue sit between him and Wen Bai.
Wen Bai was stunned by Mo Xingchen's action. He then keenly realized that the protagonist, Mo Xingchen, seemed to be increasingly afraid of him now, although he didn't know why.
Wen Bai pondered in the carriage with a grim expression.
Logically, shouldn't it be admiration?
Seeing that Wen Bai didn't speak to order the horse to start.
Now that Wen Jue was back, Mo Xingchen was no longer so afraid.
He immediately took the initiative and shouted loudly to the outside before Wen Bai could speak, "Little horse, little horse, giddap giddap~"
It was like when people are scared, they shout loudly to bolster their courage.
System 001: "..."
System 001 complied.
Under System 001's command, the horse continued to move towards its destination.
This time, the journey back to the Wen family was much smoother for the three of them.
To prevent further incidents, System 001 activated its protection mode. Within a 5km radius centered on the carriage, it could detect any approaching life forms immediately.
Although this consumed a lot of System 001's energy.
The carriage, controlled by System 001, did not stop at all.
Even System 001 was secretly improving the horse's physique.
The horse was initially just a young horse. Although young, it was not outstanding in any way and had no advantages. In the herd, it could only be described as ordinary.
But under System 001's physique enhancement, the horse's stamina and endurance had improved qualitatively. Its brown fur began to shine, and even its complexion became much healthier.
It was once an ordinary horse, but now it was at least a third-class horse, so its speed also greatly increased, shortening the journey by at least half a day.
By the time the food on the carriage was almost gone, and they had traveled nearly halfway,
Wen Bai stopped the carriage outside the city.
Then, he asked Wen Jue and Mo Xingchen to wait in the carriage.
He went to a deserted corner within the city and asked System 001 to bring out the food collected from the mountain stronghold's kitchen.
System 001 complied.
Wen Bai then brought the food back without any contact with anyone, pretending he had bought it.
Wen Jue and Mo Xingchen were both children and wouldn't suspect anything.
This saved a lot of trouble.
As long as they avoided crowds and did not interact with people along the way, they would not be abducted by traffickers or robbers again.
This was what Wen Bai had originally thought.
However, on this day, just as Wen Bai returned with bags and bags of food and placed them on the carriage.
Wen Bai felt a sharp pain in his chest and his head spun, almost making him faint.
Although Wen Jue quickly grabbed his sleeve, Wen Bai's small body still collapsed, hitting Mo Xingchen.
Mo Xingchen was looking out the carriage window and was knocked by the impact. His forehead hit the edge of the carriage window with a "thump."
Mo Xingchen's eyes welled up with tears as he looked at the fallen Wen Bai. He touched his forehead, which had a bump the size of a small fist, and for a moment, he didn't know whether to cry.
"Brother, what's wrong?"
"Host! Are you alright?"