“I did say I felt something was off, but you were too caught up in your own thoughts to doubt Chong San. How about that!” Shuai Ben patted her back. “Come on, stop crying, don’t forget we’re still in someone else’s territory. Now, whatever happens, we should leave first, right?”
She nodded, wiping her tears and snot.
“Keep it down, let’s go!” Shuai Ben whispered.
And so, with one hand holding the basket and food bag, and the other hand holding hers, he dared not linger even for a moment as they fled from Chong San’s house. Although he really wanted to see Chong San’s reaction when he found out both had “escaped,” he didn’t dare take the risk, having already experienced being beaten to tears once before. He definitely didn’t want a second time.
That night, Shuai Ben finally experienced the feeling of fleeing at night like Lin Chong, singing “Looking back at my homeland, the road stretches far.”
A thrilling yet unsettling journey through the three countries.
Chapter Eight
“Shuai Ben, have you gone mad?” Xu Xian’en crossed her arms, her big eyes staring straight at Shuai Ben.
“What do you mean?”
He had taken her all the way to the forest where they had hidden food and cattle, Shuai Ben was clumsily packing things they would need on the road.
“Then why did you say this thing is a cow?!” She widened her eyes, her small face almost scrunching into a ball. “A cow with twelve legs?!”
“If there are people with three pairs of arms and six legs, why can’t there be a cow with twelve legs?” Shuai Ben raised his eyebrows at her. “Maybe with twelve legs, it could travel a thousand miles a day and five hundred at night!”
“I’m not saying it can’t be, but… it doesn’t look like an ox at all. I can’t imagine it being an ox,” Xu Xian’en’s face grew increasingly wrinkled. “And there’s no way I can imagine this creature running a thousand miles in a day.”
