Quick Wear: The Crazy Host is the Paranoid's Treasure

Until I heard the cry of a baby in my ears, I lowered my head in a daze towards the sound. It was a very beautiful baby who looked very much like Grandma.

"Amu..."

Ada's eyes were still sharp, as if he didn't care about the baby. He just said indifferently: "Then call him Amu."

And just like that, I survived again.

As Amu grows up day by day, he really looks like Amu, very gentle but also very smart.

At the beginning, the tribesmen really liked him because he was very smart and developed many useful hunting weapons on his own.

Later, Ada mated with the woman he exchanged at the market and gave birth to another child named Atong.

As Ateng grew up, the tribe members no longer liked Amu.

Because Amu is very white and looks very much like A-Mao, but a little prettier than A-Mao.

And Ateng was very strong and became a warrior in the tribe at the age of thirteen.

Gradually, news spread from somewhere that Amu was sick and would infect those who were close to him, so the tribesmen began to exclude Amu.

Only I knew that the news was false, but the tribesmen did not believe it.

I always protected Amu in front of him, but Amu became very timid and always kept his head down in the crowd.

I told everyone that Amu was a very good person, but no one believed me.

It was not until I grew up and understood many things that I realized that this was a problem with the old-fashioned thinking of my tribe. Even if I said it a thousand times, no one would choose to believe me.

Later, they wrongly accused Amu of being a wizard, and Ada did not stand by Amu.

At this moment, I seemed to have gone back to the time when they threw Grandma directly into the fire.

The tribesmen looked on indifferently, as if they were just bystanders.

I understand now. Silence can never protect Amu. I want to take Amu away.

I returned to my cave, packed up my things, and finally found a small package in a corner, and a small piece of animal skin. There were words pinched with fingernails on the skin, and even a little blood.

"Ah Shui, I really don't want you to see this, but they are all very mean. If it really comes to that, Ah Mao hopes you won't get hurt."

I saw clearly what was in the small package, and suddenly, a horrible guess flashed through my mind.

A-Mao...was forced.

Because A-Mao once said that as a mother, only when she is forced into despair by bad guys will she teach her children to obey the bad guys and hope that they will not die in a ugly way at the hands of the bad guys.

A-Mao always wanted me to be brave, A-Mao......

All kinds of unspoken rumors in the tribe flashed through my mind, and I gradually pieced together a terrible story.

My eyes widened little by little.

No, I have to take Amu away quickly, this is a cannibalistic tribe! !

But the tribesmen didn't seem to intend to let us live. They falsely accused Amu of being a wizard and wanted to kill him!

When the sharp stone was stabbing towards Amu, the beautiful face of A-mo smiling at me gently appeared in my mind.

Amu looks very similar to Amao and is very beautiful.

When I was a child, I could only watch as my grandmother was burned to death by her tribe members, leaving only a pile of ashes.

Now I don’t want to watch Amu get hurt anymore.

I ran in front of Amu and blocked the sharp stone tip while Amu was stunned.

I am very depressed.

Because after I die, Amu will be the only one left in the world.

The tribesmen are very mean. Amu always hides in the corner with his head down. They will definitely bully Amu.

What should Amu do? No one in the world believes in him or protects him anymore.

I didn't want to die because I hadn't brought Amu to safety yet.

But if I don't stop him, Amu will become like A-Mo, and I can only watch him die in front of me.

I staggered in a blank space and forgot who I was.

"Ruomu! I told you to finish your breakfast! You can't put it in A-mei's bowl!"

A warm and annoying voice suddenly sounded.

I gradually came back to my senses and focused on the scene in front of me.

"My sister likes to eat it, so I saved it specially for her!!" A little boy in a white short-sleeved shirt had curved eyebrows and a bright smile.

I raised my hand in a daze, wanting to touch the person in the picture.

"Amu..."

Thoughts flooded back into my mind, and I remembered.

My name is A Shui, which is the name my mother gave me when I married her. My younger brother is A Mu.

Somewhat unbelieving, I slowly moved my gaze towards the beautiful woman who was smiling gently.

He murmured, "A-Mao..."

"Amei, do you like it?" The beautiful woman in the picture asked the little girl who was concentrating on eating.

The little girl raised her head, her mouth smeared with milk, and smiled foolishly: "I like it, I like it, Ah Shui likes it."

My pupils constricted.

That little girl has the same face as me.

"These are all real scenes. Your A-Mao and A-Mu are living well in the other world. That little girl has lost one of her souls. As long as you take one step forward, you can go to that world and live with them forever."

And suddenly a voice was heard, and I turned around to look in the direction of the voice.

He is an old man with a white beard, but he is in great health and radiates a faint white light, like a god.

I looked at him as if I saw hope, and hurriedly said, "God, please save my brother, save Amu!!"

The god's voice was somewhat ethereal: "These were arranged by 'Amu' who has been by your side during this period."

My eyes widened for a moment and I looked at him.

The god seemed to be lost in his own memories: "I am also surprised that he would take the initiative to arrange these things."

"Amu... not Amu?"

The god came back to his senses and looked at me.

He didn’t answer me right away, but asked me, “Do you think evil can turn into good?”