Chapter 7: The Cemetery

  He thought the reason why Fei Jie was so puzzled was: "Isn't his father always neglecting him, this illegitimate son? How could he specially send a teacher over? If it were to teach reading and writing, that would be fine, but why send such an old pervert to teach him?"

  Seeing the other party recognize Wu Zhu Shu, Fan Xian knew that this matter had nothing to do with him and pretended to be stupid, sitting on the bed.

  When the adults had finished talking, Fan Xian used his small arm to remove the bed sheet from Fei Jie's body, then hid behind Wu Zhu and giggled foolishly, pretending to be an idiot.

  Unfortunately, today I revealed a small hand, and these two formidable figures in front of me know that the brain of this four-year-old child is not simple.

  The sky had already lightened slightly, and from afar came the faint sounds of roosters crowing and people burning water.

  Wu Zhuo led Fei Jie out the door, but just before leaving, Fan Xian's ears caught a cold and icy sentence from Wu Zhuo: "When will you explain why you knew who I was?"

  Fan Xian's heart skipped a beat, and he really didn't know how to explain it. Four years ago, when he came to Danzhou with Wu Zhuo on the same day, he was still just an infant of only a few months old. He thought and thought, but couldn't come up with a good excuse, blaming Fei Jie, that strange old man, for scaring him silly at the time.

  Dunzhou City was starting to wake up from its slumber, but that small, unassuming grocery store showed no signs of opening.

  In a dimly lit room in the store, Wu Zhu looked at Fei Jie coldly: "What does 'cripple' mean?"

  Although Fei was also a master in some ways, thinking of the rumors about this blind young man's ruthless and poisonous nature made him somewhat apprehensive. He replied: "Young Master will eventually grow up and face those things in Kyoto, it's better to prepare early and have more chances of winning."

  Wu Zhu raised his head and "looked" at him with a glance.

  Although he knew the other person was blind, Fei Jie always felt that behind the black cloth there were two sharp lights staring at him, capable of killing. He smiled and said: "If Your Excellency has any opinions, I can return to Kyoto immediately, I believe Your Excellency will respect your opinion."

  Wu Zhang shook his head: "I think Lamei brought you here, it shouldn't be that simple."

  "Not bad." Fei was worried that only the guy in front of him dared to call the director "lame", he bowed slightly and replied, "The master has not found the box left by the young lady, and is very worried that it will be found by those with ulterior motives, so I would like to ask the fifth master for guidance."

  "There's no need to look anymore, Miss had already destroyed that box before she passed away." Wu Zhu said with a expressionless face.

  Fei nodded slightly, turned around and left, but suddenly frowned and said: "I always feel that the young master is a bit strange, Fifth Master, he's only four years old, you let him practice such an overbearing true energy method, aren't you afraid of something going wrong?"

  "It's even stranger that he's still behind, and his true energy technique isn't something I taught." Wu Zhu looked at this poisonous thing that was about to become the young master's teacher and said lightly: "It's all up to you then."

  Fei touched the wound on his head that was aching slightly, feeling that this sentence seemed to have some bad omen, and bid farewell with a bitter smile.

  After he left, Wuzi entered a secret room in the grocery store, staring blankly at a dusty box in the corner, with the black cloth still covering his eyes, but it was clear that he was thinking about something.

  ……

  ……

  During the day, a strange gentleman came to the Earl's mansion and after presenting his card, he was received by the old lady herself. Somehow, he gained her trust and began serving as the second tutor of Master Fan.

  The maids had already spread the news, and they were all puzzled - how could a man with his head wrapped in gauze, looking like an old vagabond, be qualified to be the teacher of their beloved young master?

  In the study, Fan Xian was diligently massaging Mr. Fei's back, having knocked him out cold last night, and now he had to make amends.

  "Teacher, this can't be blamed on the student." He said in a soft and gentle tone, but felt quite disgusted in his heart, "You took out a knife, the student is young, so they were a bit impulsive."

  Don't worry about how to pry open the door without a knife, I just wanted to sneak a peek at what this legendary illegitimate child looks like. Who knew that kids these days don't sleep at night and are playing with insomnia.

  So it's inevitable that there's been a misunderstanding. The back of my head still hurts, what a pity. I'll definitely find a way to get this debt back in the future.

  "I thought the teacher would secretly come and teach me."

  "Not bad, in many Jianghu legendary stories, a young man who is alone in a small garden, encounters a stranger from afar, learns an astonishing art, and the people around him are completely unaware of it, this kind of thing is actually quite common."

  Fan Xian looked at Fei Jie teacher with a bitter expression and listened to him speak.

  "But not everyone in this world is a fool, and you're not my daughter-in-law. I don't like climbing walls every day." Fei Jie's face didn't look too good as he stared at the little boy in front of him. "So since we can have an identity, it's better to use this identity to teach you."

  Fan Xian smiled and climbed onto his lap: "Teacher, you know my dad, don't you? What kind of person is he?"

  His face turned slightly red, and he knew that the little guy in front of him was full of tricks, still pretending to be innocent in front of him. He felt a sense of powerlessness in his body, and when he heard the other person's question, he thought for a moment before answering: "The Earl is my superior's friend, so he asked me to come and teach you, so from now on, just call me teacher."

  "Teacher? What are you going to teach me then?"

  Fei smiled mischievously, a strange glint flashing in his tawny eyes: "I can only... use poison, so I've come to teach you how to kill with poison and how not to be poisoned by others."

  He originally thought this sentence could scare the little friend into tears, but Fei immediately realized that the little friend in front of him was not an ordinary person, and his trick probably wouldn't work.

  As expected, Fan Xian's big eyes were filled with excitement, his long eyelashes blinking repeatedly, showing extraordinary interest: "What are we waiting for? Do you want me to catch a few rabbits as test subjects? If rabbits don't work, then let's use frogs?"

  Fei Jie stupidly turned around, thinking that this little guy was really only four years old?

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  After several months.

  In the chaotic tomb ridge about a dozen miles away from Lianjiang Port, the faintly white eastern sky, with its gentle morning light, sprinkled on the gloomy tomb grounds, making this land look even more eerie and desolate.

  Fei stood outside the grave, his hands clasped together, gazing at the young master crouching in the pit, his eyebrows twitching slightly.

  This time it was an excuse for a trip, and after asking the old lady of the Earl's mansion for a few days off, he took Fan Xian to the tomb to dig up corpses and study human anatomy.

  Although he knew that Fan Xian was different from ordinary boys, when Fei Jie saw that Fan Xian had adapted to the gloomy atmosphere of the tomb in just a short while and stabilized his mind so quickly, he began to dissect the corpses in the tomb according to what he had learned over the past month, Fei Jie himself was shocked.

  He was a professional who had always dealt with corpses, but he had never seen a four-year-old boy who could face the dead body so calmly.

  In the grave, a foul smell filled the air. A small boy with a big mask on his face was pulling out intestines from a half-rotten corpse with his tiny hands.

  The scene was terrifying and frightening, Fan Xian felt that his second life was still miserable.