Let's just drift through life together in this quick transmigration story.

All the human traffickers were tied up by the little boy. Xiong Bufan found a clean cloth to wipe the bloodstains off the statue. Becoming an immortal was Xiong Bufan's lifelong pursuit.

Xiong Bufan looked at the statue with piety and envy. How wonderful it would be if one day he could become an immortal and have his own temple in the mortal world.

The boy took the burning firewood to the trafficker, but the trafficker's mouth was covered, so he couldn't shout and could only look at the firewood in terror, afraid that the boy might accidentally stab him with his hand.

Xiong Bufan set up a pot next to the fire and cooked rice, steamed buns, and some dried wild vegetables in it. There were some wild animals that she had bought from human traffickers nearby, which she stuck on sticks and started roasting. She was starving after being out and about for so long.

The boy was still observing Xiong Bufan's expression. Seeing that Xiong Bufan ignored him, he took the firewood and shoved it directly at the trafficker's leg. He hadn't forgotten how they had abused him. Just because he couldn't be sold, they burned his back with cigarette butts, didn't give him food, and made him fight with wild dogs for food.

He covered his eyes with his two paws, but still wanted to peek. This boy was a bit too rough.

The trafficker's face was flushed, whether from the fire or the cold, it was hard to tell. The firewood was starting to go out, and the boy came to poke at the fire to find a new one. Xiong Bufan was still cooking rice in the pot, so he naturally wouldn't let him take away the boy who had found the fire. "If you want to cook rice, find something else. And you can't kill him. You have to hand him over to the authorities after dawn."

The firelight shone on Xiong Bufan's face as he gnawed on a half-cooked skewer of meat. The boy rubbed his stomach and swallowed hard; he hadn't eaten all day.

At this moment, he stopped rummaging through the firewood and sat obediently to one side, staring longingly at Xiong Bufan. Xiong Bufan searched left and right and finally found a piece of the neck of some unknown animal, strung it on a string and handed it to him, saying, "Do it yourself, I won't serve you."

The boy grilled the skewers over the fire himself. Xiong Bufan pointed to the two women and the child who were still unconscious and asked, "What happened?"

Kongkong thought the question was directed at him, so he said, "I don't know."

“They bought them from nearby villages and were planning to resell them elsewhere. The children were included when they bought the adults.”

Xiong Bufan hesitated for a moment, remembering how he had almost been sold. "Oh, when will they wake up?" he asked. "They can eat their fill now, so why would they sell their daughters and wives?"

After thinking carefully for a moment, the boy said, "It will probably be tomorrow night. This drug is very strong; it can keep you asleep for a whole day and night." That's enough time for human traffickers to take them away and sell them.

"Oh."

Once the food in the pot was cooked, Xiong Bufan found a bowl for the boy, poured some food into it, let the pot cool down, and then picked it up and poured it directly into his mouth.

In the firelight, Xiong Bufan looked a little scary as he poured food into his mouth while holding the pot, but the boy thought it was good this way, so that he might not have to run around with human traffickers and be abused anymore.

After Xiong Bufan finished eating, he wanted to go home to sleep. Since Cui Di was still at home, he wrapped his clothes tighter around himself and said to the boy, "You stay here and watch over them. I'll come find you tomorrow morning."

Don't even think about leading them away; you can't escape.

The boy nodded. "Okay."

After Xiong Bufan left, Sister Wang opened her eyes and, without anyone noticing, removed the rag from her mouth. "Doggy, could you loosen my grip a bit? I won't run away."

The boy shook his head, walked over and stuffed the rag back into Sister Wang's mouth. He had seen how Sister Wang had deceived other girls, so he didn't believe a word she said.

"Uh huh"

Without even removing the rag, everyone knew that Sister Wang and those people were hurling filthy insults. The boy found a wooden stick and beat the human traffickers up again.

When Xiong Bufan returned home, he looked around and found that no fools had broken into his house. However, he had a very troublesome problem: he couldn't find the key to the house.

Kongkong: "Bufan, think about where you put the key?"

"Uh, let me think about it."

Xiong Bufan searched under the bricks by the door and looked around the window, making slight noises as he searched, but still couldn't find the key; it was just too cold outside.

Finally, Xiong Bufan used both hands to pull the lock off. Fortunately, he controlled his strength, otherwise the door would have been damaged.

Cui Di must be asleep. Xiong Bufan opened the door, only to almost run into a kitchen knife. He quickly dodged to the side and avoided it.

It turned out that Brother Cui had heard a faint noise outside and saw a figure outside the curtains. Fearing a thief, he took a kitchen knife and stood guard at the door.

The person in front of him was Xiong Bufan. Cui Di put the kitchen knife on the stove and hugged Xiong Bufan's leg, saying, "Mom, you're finally back."

Xiong Bufan picked up Cui Di and said, "You're back, you're back."

You're not sleeping in bed so late at night, and now you're freezing cold. You need to get a good night's sleep, otherwise you'll catch a cold tomorrow.

"Mom, let's go to sleep."

The next day, just as dawn broke, Xiong Bufan hurriedly got out of bed, picked up Cui Di, and headed towards the village chief's house.

Zhao Shuxian came out to feed the pigs. When she saw Xiong Bufan walking over from a distance, she assumed he was coming to freeload again. She didn't even bother feeding the pigs and ran home to clean up. As she cleaned up, she muttered, "Daqiang's wife and the child are here to freeload again. You don't need to eat."

The village chief, sitting at the table with a bowl of thin porridge, quickly said when he heard Zhao Shuxian speak, "They're all juniors, so let them have two meals."

Zhao Shuxian snatched the village chief's bowl away, "She eats it every day, she's become so spoiled, that lazy wife."

Go take Hongfa to school, and buy him some snacks on the way.

The snacks on the way were much tastier than the meals at home. Cui Hongfa, who was originally unhappy that his grandmother wouldn't let him eat breakfast, now grabbed the village chief's hand, picked up his schoolbag, and was about to leave, saying, "Grandpa, let's go to school."

"Come back and eat. I'll heat up the food for you in the pot."

The village chief found a hat and put it on Cui Hongfa's head, then put one on himself as well. "Good for you, come on, let's go to school," he said, and walked out of the house.

Xiong Bufan, carrying Cui Di, quickly ran over, afraid that the village chief had gone too far. "Village chief, wait a minute!"

"Grandpa Village Chief, wait for us."

The village chief walked to the door and asked, "Daqiang's wife, what happened again?"

If there's nothing else, I need to take my grandson to school.

Xiong Bufan: "Village chief, I've caught the human traffickers, but I don't know where the government offices are?"

Human traffickers are hated by everyone. The presence of human traffickers in a village means that it is very likely that the village's children or girls have been abducted.

The village chief became serious. "Daqiang's wife, this is no joke."

"It's true, right there in the dojo on the mountain, there were four people, including two children and two girls who were trafficked."

Cui Hongfa tugged at the village chief's sleeve, "Grandpa, you'll be late for school if you don't go now."

The village chief called into the house, "Old woman, take Hongfa to school, I have something important to do!"

Zhao Shuxian came out of the house. "What could be more important than sending Hongfa to school? Alright, go ahead."

"I knew you weren't reliable the moment I took Hongfa to school."

Seeing Xiong Bufan and Cui Di standing to one side, Zhao Shuxian said again, "Daqiang's wife, you should hurry home and cook."

"Old woman, hurry up and take Hongfa to school."

"understood."

As Zhao Shuxian left, she rolled her eyes at Xiong Bufan.

The village chief gathered the strongest men in the village and they went up the mountain with Xiong Bufan, who carried Cui Di and led the way.

Xiong Bufan opened the dojo's door. Upon hearing the noise, Gou'er sat up abruptly, grabbed the knife beside him for self-defense, and glared menacingly at the door. The human trafficker also opened his eyes.

When I came at night, I couldn't see clearly. The dojo courtyard was in a terrible state of disrepair. The incense burner was overturned, the graphite was broken, and tall, withered weeds were everywhere.

The villagers moved forward back to back, as if afraid that something might suddenly appear.

Xiong Bufan walked straight to the house and kicked open the door. Gou'er was about to swing his knife forward when he realized that it was the same person from last night. He quickly put the knife behind him and threw it down.

I don't know what's wrong with kids these days, they all love to get knives. Cui Di is one, and so is Gou'er.

The village chief led the villagers inside. Gou'er thought they were bad guys and even tried to slash at the leader with a knife. Xiong Bufan quickly took the knife away and explained, "They're all here to help, not human traffickers."

"it is good."

The village chief was startled, but quickly calmed down and explained, "I am the village chief from the foot of the mountain, not a human trafficker."

The dog pointed to the human traffickers on the ground, "The human traffickers are over there, and on the other side are people who were bought and are about to be sold." As he spoke, the dog also pointed to the two adults and one child who were unconscious.

The burly men swarmed forward, perhaps without restraint, and carried the human traffickers on their shoulders, while the unconscious people were gently carried on their shoulders as they walked down the mountain.

The remaining people searched the dojo and found an old yellow ox, an oxcart, and some food.

After setting up the oxcart, out of consideration for their reputation, they placed the victim on the oxcart, covered him with something, and the group slowly descended the mountain.

But the village chief found that old ox strangely familiar.