The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

When Cheng Feng said this, all the children smiled. They had just drunk porridge and were not that hungry anymore. However, they were too young to resist the temptation of the food. So, at Cheng Feng's request, the children lined up one by one and took a bite of the food.

The children's eyes lit up when they ate the food. It was obvious that they had not eaten meat for a long time. Just this one bite aroused the children's appetite. The children did not leave after eating, but just gathered here to watch the fun, as if they still had a chance to have a second bite.

At this time, Cheng Feng saw a familiar thin figure in the crowd. It was the child whose belly was pierced by the sword of the Yatuo man.

The child was afraid that Cheng Feng would take him to see a doctor, so he had been avoiding Cheng Feng. Now, he smelled the fragrance and came boldly.

He was still stealing glances at Cheng Feng, afraid that Cheng Feng would recognize him. Although every child was covered in dust and dirt, Cheng Feng still recognized him at a glance. Even though the child had smeared mud on his face, he would not be so conspicuous if he had not deliberately disguised himself. But now he was really conspicuous.

Cheng Feng was not a person who liked to meddle in other people's affairs, but if the child's injury was not treated in time, he would surely die. However, the child naively thought that as long as he could walk, he would be fine.

But how could this be possible? His wounds had already festered and his life was in danger.

At this moment, the child suddenly trembled, and a big hand pressed on his shoulder. He looked at Cheng Feng in horror and asked in a trembling voice, "What are you doing?"

Cheng Feng asked back: "What are you going to do?"

"I want... to eat some food." The child looked panicked and tried to get rid of Cheng Feng's big hand on his shoulder, but Cheng Feng was too strong and he couldn't move.

"Why did you run so fast when you were drinking porridge just now?" Cheng Feng asked. He wanted to discuss something with the child while he was drinking porridge. His injury could not be delayed. Unfortunately, the child did not give him a chance at all. He hit the porridge and ran away. Cheng Feng did not dare to chase him. If the scalding porridge spilled, the child would definitely be scalded.

"I'm...scared!"

"What are you afraid of?"

The child stumbled, "I...I'm afraid...of you!"

Cheng Feng is tall and strong. Although he doesn't look like a bad guy, he doesn't look like a good person either.

A tall man put his hand on a child's shoulder. Because of his height, his waist was slightly bent. His handsome face was only two feet away from the child's face. His narrow and dark eyes stared at the child's face without blinking. How could the child not be afraid, especially since Cheng Feng wanted to see a doctor for him.

"I'm not a venomous person. What's there to be afraid of? You need to see a doctor right away for your injuries. They could be fatal."

The child stubbornly said, "I won't see a doctor. I can live well without seeing a doctor, but if I see a doctor, I will die."

"How can such nonsense come from such a young age?"

"I saw it with my own eyes. All the people I met didn't live long after seeing the doctor. They all died."

The child's stubbornness was already deeply ingrained. Cheng Feng didn't want him to let his ignorance delay his treatment, so he patiently explained, "Those people you mentioned didn't see a doctor in time. With your current injuries, if you delay for another ten days or half a month, even a Daluo Immortal can't save you."

The child insisted, "I'm fine like this. I can walk and I won't die."

The child was stubborn and stubborn, and he was also a little emotional. He didn't look like an eight-year-old at all. In order to let him relax his vigilance and guard, Cheng Feng started chatting with him: "What's your name?"

The child rolled his eyes and said, "...My name is Big Eyes."

Cheng Feng nodded in understanding. This child was as thin as a big-eyed thief, so it was not inappropriate to call him that.

Whether in Dalang or in Fengqi, many children from poor families do not have proper names, and it is common for them to be called by a nickname for their entire lives, so it is not surprising.

Cheng Feng could sense the child's fear of him. To get him to let down his guard and not run away again, Cheng Feng asked, "How old are you?"

"Ten years old."

Cheng Feng laughed, "You are not a little liar!"

The child's eyes widened as he glanced upwards, and he retorted, "I'm really ten."

"You're so young, are you mentally unstable? An hour ago, you told me you were eight years old. In just a short while, you've aged two years. Are you a liar?"

"I'm not lying to you. Two years ago, my dad said I was eight or nine. Last year, he also said I was eight or nine. I think I should be nine or ten this year."

"Since you have a father, then you can find him and I'll tell him that you are stubborn. I don't believe your father is as ignorant as you."

Instead of failing to communicate with the child, he could only talk to the child's parents. The child's injury could not be delayed. Cheng Feng did not believe that the child was ignorant and the parents were also ignorant.

At this time, Cheng Feng heard the child say weakly: "My father was taken away by the officials in Dalang as a soldier last year. There has been no news since then. Everyone says that my father is dead."

There are countless men who have been conscripted into the army. Among the hundreds of refugees, there are few strong men. Looking around, most of them are the old, the young, the sick, and the weak women.

During the time of escaping, the family had no strong labor force. Cheng Feng knew what this meant. He comforted the child, wanting to give him some confidence and hope: "No news doesn't mean that the person is dead. He may come back one day. But if you want to see your father, you have to heal his wounds."

No matter how things change, the core remains the same. Cheng Feng's purpose was to discuss with him to see a doctor, but the child's mind was not on seeing a doctor. It was a rare occasion that someone asked about his father, so he talked more. He said that his father might be dead, but in his heart he still hoped that his father was still alive.

"Almost all the men in our village have been taken away. It's been a year, and we haven't received a single letter from the village. Everyone says that all those who were drafted died." Suddenly the child looked Cheng Feng up and down, "You are good at martial arts, right? You are so tall, you don't have to serve in the military, right? You must be a general if you go to the battlefield."

Cheng Feng didn't say he had kung fu, nor did he say he didn't have kung fu. He just smiled and shook his head, and said to the child who asked him, "I haven't served in the military, but I have been to the battlefield a few times."

"Are you injured?" The child stared at Cheng Feng with his big eyes, wanting to find out the truth.

Cheng Feng patted his thigh and then patted his arm, "I was injured here and here, and I almost died."

The child finally revealed a sad look, "Then my father must be dead. He's not as tall or strong as you. You were injured on the battlefield, and my father definitely couldn't dodge the sword. He was just a farmer, he didn't have any martial arts skills, and he was also very thin."

There are many people serving in the military. If no one serves, the enemy will be at our doorstep!

However, Cheng Feng didn't want to talk too much about the battlefield with a child whose age he couldn't even tell.