The little princess was torn, and the demon emperor patched her up

Chapter 160 I Love My Little Princess So Much

Xiao Baojing: "..."

she?
Bringing home a bunch of dead bodies?!

She can't do it!
She couldn't pack all the bodies into her bag and take them back with her, could she?!
Not to mention whether it's creepy or not, it's also disrespectful to the corpse itself!

"I--"

Before she could say no, the old man suddenly grabbed her hand and said, "You have to take them home!"

He was very emotional and started coughing violently. His thin body was hunched like a cooked river shrimp, and his protruding cheeks were abnormally flushed and weak. He reached out to take his pipe, but couldn't find it because of trembling.

Xiao Baojing helped him light his pipe.

The old man lowered his head and smoked, enduring the hoarseness in his throat, and murmured: "You have to take them home..."

Xiao Baojing walked to the corner.

She uncovered the white cloth.

Five or six corpses, their internal organs removed and sealed with special potions, lay quietly on the ground.

There were women, old people and two children inside.

The child had a normal human appearance, except for a pair of animal ears. He was probably from a wealthy family. Although his collar, bracelets and other items were taken away, it could be seen that the material of his flowery jacket was very good and it was kept clean. There was also a half-bitten candied haws hidden in his sleeve.

Xiao Baojing couldn't accept it: "Eastern Wei's soldiers even killed children?"

"No matter if they are men, women, old or young, all monsters must die." The old man said hoarsely, "They were originally monsters living in the prime minister's mansion. The prime minister's wife had no children, so she treated them as her own. The two little monsters were also very filial, just like other people. Later, the prime minister's wife had her own children, but she just thought it was a blessing brought by the two of them, so she still loved them well. Unexpectedly, the officers and soldiers did not distinguish between good and bad, and no matter how powerful the prime minister's mansion was, they just asked the monster hunter to kill them all... Poor prime minister's wife loved her son so much that she almost cried her eyes out. The prime minister was grateful for his wife's love for his son, so he privately spent a lot of money to ask me to take the two children back and bury them properly."

Xiao Baojing squatted beside the corpse.

In the world of mountain elves and monsters, there is no such thing as returning to one's roots.

But to the Prime Minister's wife, there were no wild monsters in her eyes, only two pitiful and tragically dead children. She really wanted her children to return to her and be laid to rest.

Xiao Baojing looked at the flowery jackets on the two little elves.

It was probably sewn by the prime minister's wife herself. The stitches were not particularly exquisite or beautiful, but they were also very fine and dense. She could almost imagine the woman sitting under the lamp and staying up late to sew clothes.

Xiao Baojing sighed quietly.

If she had always been a demon, she probably wouldn't be able to understand the feelings of the Prime Minister's wife.

But she had been that person for eighteen years.

Although she found it troublesome, she still accepted the job resignedly.

She said slowly, "Although I can promise you, I can't guarantee whether I can send you home in the end. You know, it's very difficult for a weak woman like me to take so many people on the road."

"There is no weak woman in the world who dares to run to Qingfengling alone." The old man coughed, "And there is no need to panic, little girl. I will help you."

"But you are dying, how can you help me?"

The old man pulled out a small medicine bottle from his sleeve.

Xiao Baojing was curious: "What is this?"

The old man took a few deep puffs of his cigarette and said with drooping eyelids, "Our corpse-driver's secret medicine."

"What's it for?"

"After taking it, it can help people who are not completely dead to maintain their will to go home and cooperate with the corpse driver to go home. This method is also called driving the living corpse."

Xiao Baojing opened the lid of the medicine bottle and smelled it, wondering, "Who should I give it to?"

The old man said expressionlessly: "Me."

Xiao Baojing was stunned.

The cold wind blew the snow and turned the old man's hair white.

As the morning light came in, the old man's face looked calm and peaceful, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be smoothed out by the wind and snow. Although he always had a gloomy face, at this moment he looked unusually gentle, like warm jade.

He said calmly, "I promised my wife that I would go home in the first month of the lunar year. It's only the 17th day of the first month, so I think I can make it. You go ahead and carry the bamboo poles, and I will follow behind as a living corpse to take care of those who are going home and ensure that you are safe throughout the journey."

Xiao Baojing: "..." She traveled to a world where various countries were at war with each other and demons were rampant. Not only did she have to beware of bad guys and ferocious beasts, she also had to learn how to drive corpses!

No, she originally belonged to this world!
Xiao Baojing took a deep breath and said, "Well, okay then! Shall we set off now?"

"Why are you in such a hurry? I haven't taught you the precautions yet."

The old man smoked his pipe and carefully taught Xiao Baojing the taboos to be aware of on the road. He then took out a crumpled piece of paper from his sleeve, on which was written everyone's name and home address.

Finally, he took a burnt branch and scribbled his name and address on the paper.

After doing all this, he endured the heart-wrenching cough, took a last deep puff of the cigarette, snatched the bottle of medicine and drank it all in one gulp.

Xiao Baojing held the crumpled paper.

When I was in school, I wrote my name and home address countless times in the registration booklet given by the teacher.

But never before had she felt so deeply how important name and address were.

That is a place that you will miss even if you are thousands of miles away from it.

That is the place you must return to even after you die.

Xiao Baojing felt an inexplicable sourness at the tip of his nose.

She followed the old man's instructions and placed him at the end of the bamboo pole.

It was bright outside the dilapidated temple, but soon it gradually darkened, and pure white snow was faintly floating in the night.

Xiao Baojing had to travel in the first half of the night.

She picked up the bamboo pole.

His thin shoulders sank slightly.

She managed to stand firmly only after her feet firmly stepped on the floor tiles.

She couldn't help but murmur and complain: "You are lucky to have met me. If it were an ordinary person, let alone a little girl, even a middle-aged man might not be able to carry such a heavy burden..."

She complained, but her steps were firm.

The embroidered shoes slowly stepped out of the threshold of the dilapidated temple.

Facing the snow and moonlight, the copper bells on Xiao Baojing's waist jingled.

She followed the old man's instructions and shouted, "It's dry, be careful with fire! Dear friends, please go home, pedestrians, please get out of the way!"

The sky is full of paper money.

“Let’s go home!!”

The girl's voice, as clear as a silver bell, echoed among the mountains and fields.

She thought she would definitely be able to take everyone home.

The dilapidated temple was gradually left behind.

A young man in a Taoist robe and a flower in his hair appeared in the temple.

He stepped out of the door with his hands in his pockets, and watched Xiao Baojing disappear into the depths of the mountains with a smile.

"My little princess, you are so soft-hearted and kind."

"Really like."

"Really like!"

...

Xiao Baojing sent those people back home one by one according to what was written on the note. Finally, he came to the capital of Eastern Wei and sent the pair of little monsters to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The Prime Minister's wife cried uncontrollably, calling "my sons" over and over again, and stroking their little hands to warm them again, gazing at them with tearful eyes, as if hoping that they would open their eyes and call her "mother" sweetly again.

(End of this chapter)