Sesil was stunned by the impact and before he could react, the child had already grabbed his hand. Sesil couldn't shake him off and could only get up from the ground with the child's strength.
Lasshil's child was still young. Looking at Lasshil with a puzzled expression, he looked down at his own hands and then asked, "Brother, why are your hands so hot?"
Almost instantly, the child was pulled behind the older child, while the children in front looked at Sehir nervously.
"What... happened?" Sehir was a little puzzled by the children's sudden behavior.
Upon hearing what the child said, the old man sitting in front of the room stood up from his stool and walked shakily to Sehir. Without saying a word, he placed his hand on Sehir's forehead.
The next second, the old man took a step back, shook his head, and said, "This house is not for sale. You should leave here immediately!"
Sehir frowned. These people were looking at him like he was a monster. Sehir took out the gold coins in his hand and opened his mouth to speak.
"One gold coin to buy."
The old man stared intently at the gold coins, and in the end, he could only sigh, "Child, you should go."
Before Sehir could say anything, the old man turned and hurriedly left.
As soon as the old man left, the child became arrogant, covering his nose and keeping a safe distance from Sehir.
"Get out of here! You're a scourge that brings disease!" a child shouted.
Immediately, the children around Cecil gathered around him, both frightened and curious.
"Disaster! Get out of here! Do you want to kill us all?!"
"Stay away from our slums! You intruder!"
"He's a menace! Get him out of here!"
The children's words reached Sehir's ears mercilessly, like sharp thorns piercing his eardrums and penetrating his brain.
"I don't……·"
Sehir spoke very softly, and no one heard him. The children continued to talk recklessly behind Sehir. They never take responsibility for their words, and in the future, they may not even know what they said.
Children's malice is often the deepest, and it is the pain that others will remember for a lifetime.
Sehir lowered his head, burying his face in his scarf, as if the fragrance had intensified. The sounds behind him continued to pierce his brain, but he no longer had the strength to argue with those things behind him.
The gold coins in his hand left marks on his palm, and his legs swayed even more violently. He was about to walk out. Cecil raised his head slightly, looking at the sliver of light outside. The sounds around him seemed to have quieted down a lot.
Sehir knew why he had been kicked out; most of the food in the slums was scavenged from outside, and the so-called food distribution was probably just a pretense.
Here, let alone food and clothing, people dare not even get sick. They have no money for medical treatment, and they are afraid of being infected and dying because of their current condition.
After figuring things out, Sehir wasn't as exhausted as before, although he was still incredibly dizzy. Once he left the slums, the air outside seemed a bit better.
After taking a few unsteady steps, Cecil felt as if his feet were floating on air, as if he couldn't feel anything at all.
After taking two steps forward, his body seemed to tilt slightly, and he fell to the ground. Only then did Cecil realize that his legs could no longer support him.
He tried to prop himself up, but in the end he remained motionless in the same spot.
The pedestrians in front of him walked quickly, and no one wanted to look at Cecil, as if he were an invisible man.
Just as Sehir was about to turn to the side, a gaze suddenly pierced straight at him from behind, and Sehir froze on the spot.
The gaze was both familiar and strange, as if I had just seen it a few days ago. Now, like a cobra coiled on a tree, it had completely locked its gaze on me.
Sehir frowned, trying to push himself up from the ground, but his body involuntarily fell back down as soon as his elbows were halfway up.
Without pausing, Sesil continued his attempts, the snake drawing ever closer, its fangs already open, just a second away from piercing his skin.
We've been targeted!
Chapter 74
Sehir was panting heavily, his back pressed against the cold wall. As the footsteps drew closer, Sehir looked up with his eyes half-closed.
He didn't see what the person looked like; Sesil only felt his body suddenly lighten as he was lifted up, and the next second, he completely lost consciousness.
"Boss, is this the person you're looking for?" a man in a black car asked.
The man called "boss" leaned Sehir against the car window, glanced at him, and said, "How about it? This guy's a top-notch piece of junk."
The driver scoffed and chimed in, "The boss is right."
After a brief conversation, the two remained silent until they parked the car at the back gate of the circus, where a group of people came out to greet them.
"The boss is back! Come out and greet him."
Someone shouted, and the people who were still eating inside quickly put down what they were holding and ran out to help the person.
"Go, give the little one some fever-reducing medicine, and let the new guy take care of him."
With that, he threw Sehir over. The group of people almost couldn't catch him. During the throw, Sehir's hat was accidentally knocked off his head and fell to the ground.
When those around him saw Sehir, they couldn't help but gasp; he was arguably the best-looking child in their neighborhood.
“Leave it to me, I’m more familiar with taking care of this,” said a girl who was not very noticeable standing at the back.
The leader sized the girl up and down, but didn't remember her well. After thinking for a while, he casually said, "Okay, take good care of her!"
“I understand.” The girl nodded politely and took Cecil from the person at the front.
When the girl took Cecil, she was stunned for a moment; Cecil was so hot that he looked like he was about to be cooked.
The girl quickened her pace back to the tent, hurriedly putting Sessil back on the bed and taking the scarf off her neck.
"Wake up, wake up!" The girl gently shook Cecil's shoulder, but when that didn't work, she had no choice but to turn around and go to the cabinet to find fever reducers.
Sehir realized someone was calling him, but he couldn't open his eyes and could only breathe through his mouth.
The girl poured a cup of hot water and helped Sesil up from the bed. Seeing that he was still drowsy, the girl had no choice but to pry open Sesil's mouth and stuff the fever reducer into his mouth. In the end, not caring about getting her clothes dirty, she poured water directly into his mouth.
After everything was done, the girl finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Cecil lying motionless on the bed.
If I hadn't taken the medicine, I probably would have met God by now!
The girl thought to herself, and was about to start changing Cecil's clothes when she seemed to suddenly remember something, and turned to leave the tent.
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"Little brother, could you help the child who just brought over change his clothes? I might not be able to help," the girl said, looking at the child who was carrying water.
"Okay, I'll go in a bit."
The girl looked at the person in front of her, and after a long while, she awkwardly opened her mouth: "Sorry, I don't have a very good memory. What's your name?"
The person in front of him put down the bucket of water he was holding, chuckled, and said, "My name is Loman!"
The girl hurriedly pulled out a small notebook from her waist, wrote down Loman's name, and then said to herself, "The person who just brought him here looks quite like you, but he has a fever..."
Loman froze on the spot, his eyes wide, his voice stiff: "What did you just say?"
"Huh?" The girl was taken aback by the question and replied, "You have a slight fever?"
Loman met the person in front of him, his tone even more anxious: "No, the previous sentence!"
"Looks like you?" The girl scratched her head, realizing her memory was pretty good.
Upon receiving the result, Loman swallowed hard. Before the person in front of him could react, he took off running towards the tent in front of him.
Brother? Is that so? Loman's breathing became more and more labored, and the fear and terror in his eyes became more and more obvious.
Please don't!
The tent was opened, and Loman's forehead was covered in sweat. Looking at the person lying on the bed, Loman felt like he had fallen into hell and couldn't climb out no matter how hard he tried.
Loman's hands were so cold he could barely feel them, and he walked unsteadily to the bedside, his lips trembling violently.
"elder brother……"
Loman's eyes were already filled with tears, and her vision became blurry. The next second, Loman sniffed, wiped away her tears, and turned around to look for clothes in the closet.
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"Lo...man?"
Lying on the bed, Sesil opened his eyes groggily, looking at the golden light shimmering before him. Hearing Sesil's voice, Loman froze, then turned sharply to look at Sesil.
"Brother!" Loman called out in a low voice, grabbed the clothes, and ran to Cecil's side.
Sehir propped himself up in bed. Although his head was still spinning, his consciousness was gradually returning.
Sehir cleared his vision and looked at Loman. Suddenly, his heart felt like a wine bottle had exploded, and blood rushed through his body.
“Your face…” Cecil placed his hand on Loman’s face. “What’s wrong?”
Lohman realized what Cecil was talking about, turned his face slightly, and smiled as he opened his mouth: "It's okay, I just bumped into it by accident."
A pink scar runs from behind the ear down to the side of the face. Although it doesn't affect the overall look, it looks absolutely hideous on its own.
This was clearly not something a human could produce. Cecil touched the end of the scar, the grating sensation like countless guiltes assaulting his heart.
As the older brother, he can't even take care of his so-called younger brother...
Just as Sesil was about to say something, Loman smiled and handed the clothes to Sesil: "Brother, don't be disgusted. Your clothes are wet, and wearing them will worsen your condition."
Sehir looked at the clothes in his hand, then at Loman, but didn't say anything. He reached out and began to unbutton his shirt.
Loman moved closer to Cecil, deliberately lowering his voice as he looked at Cecil: "Brother, I will help you escape."
Cecil paused in changing his clothes, looked up at Loman, his long eyelashes trembling slightly in the air, and finally spoke after a long while.
"You have to come with me."
Suddenly, Loman gripped the blanket tightly, tears streaming down her face. Cecil looked puzzled, thinking he had said something wrong, and was about to offer some words of comfort when Loman looked up, met Cecil's gaze, and her voice trembled violently.
“My sister said the same thing.” Loman sobbed violently, “Brother, please don’t say it, I don’t want you to die.”
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A note from the author:
To be honest, Cecil's escape was just his stubbornness. He's like a little emperor in ancient times who was raised under your watchful eye; if you tell him not to do something, he'll deliberately do the opposite.
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Quick tip: Our lovely little housekeeper is about to launch a personnel plan!
Chapter Seventy-Five