Chapter 4: The Midnight Visitor

  "What are you thinking about?"

  Two servant girls were serving dishes, the little girl sitting on Fan Xian's right hand side pouted and asked. The little girl had dark skin and was a bit thin, so when she sat next to the pretty boy-like Fan Xian, she looked especially pitiful.

  Fan Xian stretched out his hand and rubbed the little girl's yellow hair, chuckling: "I wonder what kind of dishes you usually eat in Kyoto."

  This little girl, who was even smaller than Fan Xian, was the biological daughter of Count South, and also his half-sister, named Ruo Ruo.

  Because she was weak and sickly since childhood, and the old lady pitied this granddaughter, so she was brought to Danzhou for recuperation a year ago. However, after almost a year of recuperation, there wasn't much improvement, and her hair was still somewhat sparse. As an official's family, they wouldn't lack food or clothing, so it couldn't be malnutrition; probably she was born with a weak constitution.

  Fan Xian and this little girl got along very well. Although he was treating her with an uncle's attitude, he pitied her, so he often took her out to play and told her stories. However, in the eyes of others, it became evidence of their deep brotherly love.

  It's just that Fan Xian's identity is a bit awkward, after all, an illegitimate child can't be compared to a legitimate young lady, so the maids deliberately didn't mention anything about the Earl's estate in Kyoto.

  When her brother asked, the little girl carefully counted on her fingers and began to count what people usually eat in Kyoto, but after counting and counting, a three-year-old little girl couldn't remember anything, she could only repeat "tanghulu" (candied fruit) and "mianren" (flour man).

  After dinner, it was already quite late, the sun had sunk halfway below the horizon on the other side of the land, and a thick dusk enveloped the entire courtyard.

  "You're really weak, aren't you?"

  "Brother is bullying."

  "Alright, what do you want to listen to today?"

  "Snow White."

  Fan Xian suddenly burst out laughing, fortunately there was no one else around, otherwise seeing a four-year-old boy's face with such an eerie smile that only adults could have would certainly be startling.

  "Brother will tell you a ghost story, okay?"

  "Bad!" Fan Ruo Rou jumped in fright, shaking her head desperately. Two lines of clear tears suddenly flowed down her small black face. It was very obvious that she had been poisoned by many ghost stories over the past year.

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  Bullying Xiao Yatou was just one of Fan Xian's many hobbies, but what he was best at was bullying those maidservants. He would often tell them ghost stories and scare the young girls so much that they would scream nonstop, and everyone would huddle together in bed.

  Although Fan Xian couldn't use words to tease them in order to cover himself, he could still enjoy the warm and greasy hug of Xiang Zhe at this moment.

  He comforted himself that he was still a little kid and in the stage where touching was needed, these were not shameless but just very normal needs.

  And every time the maidservants wondered how a young master of such a small age could know so many frightening stories, Fan Xian would shift the blame to his teacher.

  So the maids are now looking at the teacher with some malice in their eyes, thinking that the earl spent a lot of money to invite you to teach the young master, but you actually told him ghost stories, not only scaring the child, but also scaring us flowers, your sin is too great!

  After the usual ghost story night talk, the two maidservants looked frightened but also satisfied. They helped the little fellow wash up and then closed the door to let him sleep.

  It seems like just another ordinary night.

  Fan Xian put the hard ceramic pillow under his head to one side, then took out a winter coat from the closet and folded it into a square, which became a pillow.

  He leaned against the pillow, but his two eyes were wide open, shining in the dark night, and he had not fallen asleep for a long time.

  Although I have accepted the fact that I was reincarnated into this world, it doesn't mean I can get used to it. It's already past 9 pm and I need to sleep soon, which is really uncomfortable.

  Besides, he had slept long enough in his sickbed in his past life.

  He ran his hand over the surface of the bed, finding that the hidden compartment he had made would not be noticeable to others, and he slightly put his mind at ease. Very naturally, the true energy in his body began to flow slowly, and it was possible for him to enter a meditative state at any time.

  In the moment before he entered a state of emptiness, Fan Xian thought to himself: how should I live in this world? How should I spend the next few decades?

  Not having had time to enter a vegetative state and fantasize about his future three wives and four concubines, he was suddenly startled awake by an unexpected guest.

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  "Are you Fan Xian?"

  Suddenly there was another person in front of his bed, with a pair of eyes that were icy cold, and an unusual brown color in the pupils, which made it clear at first glance that the other party would not be too enthusiastic about life.

  It's a very polite question, but if it's asked by someone who sneaks into your bedroom at midnight, with their face covered, holding a knife and carrying several small bags on their waist, it would undoubtedly be very frightening.

  It's fortunate that Fan Xian wasn't a real four-year-old boy, otherwise he would have cried out for help the moment he saw this strange uncle.

  It's obvious that a nighttime intruder who can sneak into the Earl's estate undetected must be extremely skilled and ruthless, if he were to call out, the other party would definitely kill him.

  Thinking of this, Fan Xian couldn't help but feel a little proud of his ability to remain calm in the face of danger. He coughed twice, forcefully suppressing the extreme tension deep within him, and transformed into the most adorable and obedient baby image before pouncing forward!

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  "Dad, you're finally back!"

  A four-year-old boy tearfully rushed into the arms of a certain killer, his small hands tightly hugging his waist, but the child's hands were too short to wrap around, so he could only grab the other person's clothes with force, as if afraid that the other party would run away at this moment.

  Perhaps because he grabbed too hard, with a ripping sound, a piece of fabric was torn off the other boy's clothes and left in his hand.

  The nightwalker's eyebrows furrowed, and without seeing how he moved, the whole person slipped out of Fan Xian's arms and stood still on the spot, as if thinking about why this illegitimate son of Count South called himself "dad".

  At the same time, he was also puzzled that this set of clothes was a special product in the hospital, even if it was a knife, it would not be easy to cut through, how did this child tear it apart with his hands?

  He was perplexed, and Fan Xian was even more bewildered to the point of vomiting blood in his heart - when there were no people around, Fan Xian often used the stones on the artificial mountain to test the power of the nameless true energy inside his body. When he found that his tender little fingers could barely crush those not-so-hard pine stones, he had some confidence in his self-defense ability.

  Fan Xian finally managed to make the four-year-old boy cry and let his guard down, then concentrated all his strength on his fingers, thinking he could subdue him, but unexpectedly only grabbed a few threads of torn fabric.

  It seems something is going to happen.