The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

Penicillium mold grew on the edge of the pastry. Podophyllum stared at the mold for a while and suddenly remembered what his brother said: eating moldy food will give you stomachache.

He stuck out his tongue and gently licked off the moldy spots on the cake, broke the clean part into small pieces, and stuffed them into the baby's mouth. The child had no teeth, so he could only use his gums to grind the dry cake crumbs. Saliva mixed with the crumbs dripped onto the back of his hand. He used his sleeve to wipe it, but it rubbed against the blood scab on the child's face, causing the baby to cry loudly in pain.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Guiju panicked. He hugged the child to his chest and shook him, and his tears began to fall.

He saw half a bunch of amethyst grapes hanging on a broken beam not far away. Now they were wrinkled by the fire of hell, and charcoal-like lines were seeping into the flesh.

He stood on tiptoe to reach the grapes, his nails scraping across the burnt marks on the wooden beam. He winced in pain, but finally he picked the grapes and rubbed them on his clothes again and again.

"for you……"

He handed the grapes to the baby's mouth, but found that the child was tired of crying, with tears hanging on his eyelashes and his little body twitching and snoring.

The wind blew the smell of blood into his collar, and he shuddered. He held the child and hid behind a half-remaining wall.

"Don't be afraid..." He murmured to the air, not knowing whether he was speaking to the child or to himself, "My brother will come back. He said he would bring sweets..."

It started to rain in the second half of the night.

He counted the sound of raindrops hitting the tiles. When he counted to the seventy-eighth, the child in his arms suddenly rubbed against his chest, and his little body was incredibly hot.

"Be good..."

He untied his outer robe and held the child against his chest. The rain poured in through the gap in the broken wall and wet the collars of both of their clothes.

"Brother..." He whispered into the darkness, "You said the stars wouldn't lie to us... Will you... follow the stars back?"

There was no response, only the night wind blowing through the broken wall, carrying the unburned sparks of the distant fire.

He felt his eyelids growing heavy and he held the child tighter in his arms, resting his chin on the baby's little head, smelling the faint smell of blood on the other, the same smell as when his brother was injured.

"Brother is useless..." He apologized to the darkness, tears dripping onto the child's ragged coat, "But brother is here, brother won't leave..."

He tilted his head to one side, finally unable to resist the sleepiness. The baby in his arms moved, and the little hand grasped one of his fingers, like grasping the last piece of driftwood.

In the ruins in the distance, something made a tiny sound, perhaps it was a broken flag blown by the night wind, or perhaps it was the ashes left by the burnt-out fire.

But he didn't hear it. In his dream, he saw his younger brother coming back with a candy cake in his hand. He broke the cake into two halves like he did when they were little and handed him the biggest piece.

Its daybreak.

Guiju climbed out from behind the broken wall holding the child. The swaddling clothes were soaked by last night's rain. The baby's face was flushed red and his nostrils were full of scalding heat.

"My brother hasn't come back yet..."

He muttered to himself and stood on tiptoe to look outside the ruins. In the empty bloody square, only the ashes of the unburned fire were swirling in the wind. How could there be a single person?

"My little brother must have forgotten the way home. I'll go get him!"

The soles of his shoes had been worn out long ago, and his toes were exposed, stained with mud from the road. The child in his arms was wrapped in a half-blue cloth robe, the corner of which was dragging on the ground and half wet by the dew.

Every few steps he took, he would look down at the child's face. Seeing that the little body was still twitching and feeling hot, he became very panicked.

When he reached the seventh col, his knees began to tremble. The place where he was kicked by the demon guards last night was still aching, and every step he took felt like a needle piercing his bones. The child in his arms was getting heavier and heavier, so he had to tighten his robe around his shoulders, but he accidentally pulled the child's hand.

"Ah!" He quickly stopped and looked down at the child's fingers. There were still blood scabs from the mother embedded in the nails, and the dark red color made his eyes sore.

"Brother is wrong..." He put the child's little hand on his face, "Brother will take you to find your brother... Your brother will give you candy cakes, and your brother's candy cakes are the sweetest..."

He heard the sound of flowing water in the distance. His ears moved and he stumbled towards the source of the sound, but he tripped over a protruding tree root.

He rolled into the bushes with the child in his arms, and his knees hit a sharp stone, which immediately bled. But he ignored the pain, crawled to the stream with his hands and feet, scooped up some water and poured it into the child's mouth:

"Drink...drink it and the fever will go away..."

The stream water mixed with mud and sand poured into the child's mouth, choking the little guy and making him cough. He tore off a piece of cloth, dipped it in water, untied his torn coat and wiped it carefully until the child's little body stopped twitching as if it was burning.

When night fell, he found a broken pottery jar in a patch of weeds. He put the child on the mouth of the jar and looked inside on the ground. There were a few wild chestnuts at the bottom of the jar.

"The baby has food!"

He stretched out his hand to grab it, but his fingertips were cut by the gap in the jar mouth, and blood dripped onto the chestnuts. He hurriedly wiped the chestnuts clean and stuffed them into the child's hand, watching the little guy holding the chestnuts in his palm and shaking them around, which made him giggle.

This child is really lucky. He managed to hold off the high fever that recurred during the days of traveling, and on the seventh day, the fever miraculously went away.

Guiju didn't know how long he had been walking.

When he saw the spire of the ghost clan's palace in the distance, his steps suddenly stumbled. The child in his arms was awakened and whimpered in a baby voice. He quickly lowered his head to comfort him:

"Good boy, big brother has found little brother..."

His voice was hoarse like a bellows with a hole in it. He hadn't had a drink of decent water in days. When he passed by a mud pit, he scooped up dirty water mixed with grass leaves and poured it into his mouth. As expected, he rolled on the ground with stomach pain.

When the guards saw him, they almost didn't recognize this dishevelled man. Once the eldest son of the Rakshasa clan, his hair was now a mess like a bird's nest, and his face was covered with mud and dried blood scabs.

The outer robe on his body had long since turned into rags, and the exposed skin was blue and purple. The wound on his knee was still oozing blood, with two drops dripping onto the ground with every step he took.

In his arms, he held a baby wrapped in blue cloth. The corners of the cloth dragged on the ground and became frayed. Even the refugees fleeing famine did not look so miserable.

"Hello, hello..." He grinned, "I'm the older brother, here to take my younger brother home." He shook the child in his arms, "Baby also wants to find his younger brother...Tanggaotian."

The guard's eyes fell on his festering knee and his throat moved but he said nothing.

When the situation was at a stalemate, the laughter of Demon Lord Di Yin came from the corridor. He stood with his hands behind his back and raised his eyebrows when he saw him:

"Silly boy, how did you find this place?"

He immediately took the child in his arms, knelt down and saluted, "I am a member of the Rakshasa tribe... No, my father no longer wants me. I am the nameless Guiju, paying my respects to the Demon Lord. My younger brother Gouwen is lost, so I am here to take him home."