Бездомная собака в моих мыслях

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Zhu Huihui looked at the unconscious Chen Muwan and shouted her innocence: "What does this have to do with me! She couldn't walk, so I said I'd carry her with me! It's because she's not feeling well. I used to carry Huahua, and Huahua was fine!"

Nishino En couldn't help but say, "Can your big fat pig compare to Miss Mu?"

Zhu Huihui retorted, "What's there to compare? They're both lives!" In her heart, Hua Hua's life was far more precious!

Nishino En was a man of status and did not want to argue with her in public. He snorted and carried Chen Muwan back to the ship.

Manager Qin said, "Young Master Feng, please step aboard the boat, and we can talk further then."

Feng Xuese agreed, "Okay!" His eyesight was poor, and he couldn't see the boat at all. He could only determine its approximate location based on the direction Nishino Yan was speaking, but he didn't want to ask for help...

Zhu Huihui said, "Five zhang, four chi, and three fen, two chi and four fen to the right of the Dui position!" She had fought alongside Feng Xuese and was quite experienced in pointing out directions, so she could be accurate to the minute.

Feng Xuese felt a warmth in her heart. This child hadn't been spoiled in vain; she truly understood her feelings. She smiled slightly, "Alright! Let's get on the boat together!" She'd settle the score with Miss Hunmu later.

He grasped Zhu Huihui's slender wrist in return, and following her directions, lifted her up, landing precisely at the bow of the boat. Then, he easily released her hand, thinking to himself: "This child has lost so much weight in just over a month!"

Steward Qin also rushed to the bow of the ship and ordered it to set sail. Meanwhile, Xi Yeyan had already revived Chen Muwan, and then, with Yan Shenhan's help, they entered the cabin at Steward Qin's invitation.

On the carpet inside the cabin, several yellow tarpaulins were laid out, and eight corpses lay there.

As soon as Chen Muwan entered the cabin and saw the several corpses inside, she fell backward without uttering a sound. If Feng Xuese hadn't been quick, she would have crashed into the cabin door and suffered a head injury.

Zhu Huihui gasped as she looked at the corpses.

Feng Xuese asked in a deep voice, "Huihui, what happened?" Everyone present was more experienced than Zhu Huihui, but she only asked her, simply out of habit.

Zhu Huihui said uncertainly, "I think—Miss Mu was just frightened unconscious by her maid and coachman!"

Feng Xue frowned: "What do you mean?"

"Great hero, there are eight corpses on the ground. Among them, Miss Mu's two maids and the coachman are the three most terrifying!"

Feng Xuese exclaimed "Ah!" It turned out that both Miss Mu's maid and Feng Jueya, the Thousand-Mile Soul Chaser, were dead. A wave of pity, anger, and worry washed over her—Qin Diao and Shu Ying, the two maids, were already quite skilled in martial arts, and Feng Jueya, the Thousand-Mile Soul Chaser, was a renowned senior in the martial arts world, yet they had both been killed!

Thinking of Kazama Yoru, who had calmly slipped away, his heart grew even heavier.

This person's martial arts skills are definitely no less than mine. Although Kazama Yoru lost a move in their duel, that was only because Zhu Huihui interfered. Strictly speaking, they didn't actually have a clear winner. I just wonder how many Japanese samurai are like him! And how many have infiltrated China with malicious intentions? What are they planning to do next?

Feng Xuese's mind grew increasingly troubled as she thought about it, and she sighed softly: If only her eyes hadn't been injured...

Zhu Huihui knew what he was thinking, so she took his hand and said, "Hero, I have met the divine physician Lady Wan from Beikong Valley. She has promised to come and treat your injuries."

Feng Xuese was taken aback: "Really?" How did this child run into Madam Wan? Oh! Shen Han said that Huihui was injured by his and Zhu Liuyue's music. Did Zhu Liuyue send her to the Valley of Sorrow? What has she experienced in the past month? And how did she know about the families of Generals Yu and Qi?

She had many questions in her mind, but knew that now was not the time to talk. She simply said "Okay" and handed Chen Muwan to Zhu Huihui: "Huihui, take good care of Miss Mu!"

Zhu Huihui was very unhappy, and her cheeks immediately puffed out: "You want me to take care of you again!"

Feng Xuese had anticipated her pouting, and poked her cheek with her index finger: "You're bullying me this time, be careful—"

"—Watch out, or you might cut off my hand!"

"Good to know!"

"Tch! Can't this hero say anything else? Always the same few lines!" Zhu Huihui sullenly picked up Chen Muwan and slammed her onto the chair with a "thump," the action simple and rough!

To be honest, she had virtually no sympathy for Chen Muwan's situation. Although Miss Mu had given her medicine and helped her treat her injured leg, it was all out of consideration for Feng Xuese; she didn't owe her any favors. The ones who were truly kind to her were Mr. Chen and Mrs. Wan. They didn't even know who she was, yet they took care of her wholeheartedly—so no matter how they treated her later, she felt no resentment or hatred.

Everyone present felt immense pity for Chen Muwan, lamenting that such a delicate, porcelain-like girl was treated so poorly by this boorish man. Yan Shenhan and Xi Yeyan, in particular, were deeply indebted to Chen Muwan for healing their injuries, and couldn't help but feel angry—but what could they do? Zhu Huihui was the only girl on the entire ship; they couldn't very well expect a bunch of grown men to take care of Miss Muwan, could they? Sigh! This girl is so clumsy, more like a monkey than a girl…

Chen Muwan, disturbed by Zhu Huihui's antics, slowly awoke. Before she even opened her eyes, tears streamed down her face. Qin Diao, Shuying had served her since childhood, their bond as mistress and servant incredibly deep. And Feng Jueya, since joining the Sorrowful Valley, had doted on her even more. Unexpectedly, just an hour or two later, all three of them had passed away together…

She was heartbroken and cried so hard she almost fainted again.

Zhu Huihui advised, "Miss Mu, please stop crying. You're not well, and you'll make yourself sick if you keep crying! Aren't you just making the dead worry? It's like they're already dead, and you still won't let them have some peace and quiet, forcing them to come back and visit tonight..."

Chen Muwan cried even harder after hearing this.

Feng Xuese shook his head. Was this how you comfort someone? Was she trying to console Miss Mu, or was she trying to scare her? He couldn't bear to listen any longer and said, "The dead are gone, but the living can still live. I hope Miss Mu will take good care of herself!"

Though her words were few, the earnest tone of her voice seemed to offer great solace to Chen Muwan's grief. Having struggled on the brink of death since childhood, and being a healer herself, she possessed a more open-minded perspective on life and death than most. Although still sorrowful, she knew that Feng Xuese was absolutely right, and her tears finally subsided.

She wiped away her tears and stood up gracefully. However, her body was too weak and she had just suffered a blow. She could barely support herself. She felt dizzy and weak in the legs, and her body swayed as if she was about to fall. Zhu Huihui quickly supported her.

Chen Muwan said gratefully, "Miss Zhu, please... take me to see Uncle Feng and the others..."

Look at her deathly pale face; to use a common saying, it's like she's "crying her eyes out over a hole." Zhu Huihui said, "What's so interesting about a dead person! Miss Mu, you should rest."

Chen Muwan shook her head and said only, "I'm sorry to trouble... Miss Zhu..."

"Since you insist on seeing it, then see it, just don't cry anymore!" Zhu Huihui helped Chen Muwan to the side of the corpse.

Chen Muwan knelt on the carpet, staring blankly at the corpses of Qin Diao, Shu Ying, and Feng Jueya. Recalling their voices and smiles in life, and their care and love for her, tears welled up in her eyes again.

It was heartbreaking to see such an elegant and beautiful woman weeping silently, and those present offered their condolences.

Zhu Huihui felt a huge headache coming on. If she wanted to cry, she should just open her mouth and scream! She was truly terrified of this woman; she wouldn't cry, and instead, she'd just shed tears and wail!

She was dizzy from Chen Muwan's whimpering and squatted beside the corpses, sighing. Actually, she didn't feel sad about the deaths of these people—her petty nature still remembered the extremely contemptuous looks the two maids and Old Man Feng had given her!

The corpse's death was horrific. In the past, Zhu Huihui would have run as far away as possible. But now she was extremely knowledgeable. She had seen many corpses, even the most gruesome ones, and had frequented cemeteries and crawled into coffins. Therefore, she had developed an extremely bold nature and was basically indifferent to corpses.

As she watched, she pondered, "Tsk, this piano playing... the pink clothes are all stained red, how many stab wounds has she suffered? Shuying has fewer wounds, her head was severed, but it's still connected by a layer of skin, the technique is really good! Old Feng is in a much worse state, several bloody cuts on his limbs, exposing the bone, and there's a big hole in his chest..."

She suddenly exclaimed "Huh?" and looked up: "That's strange!"

Feng Xue asked, "What?" He had been wanting to know the condition of the corpse, but the scene had been too chaotic for him to ask.