Xuanxia

Chapter 613 Let’s play a game

The next morning, Fu Qingzhou stretched lazily and staggered as he walked in the refugee camp.

Before the daily morning prayers began, the refugees he passed by all looked at him with awe and expectation, as if they wanted him to rescue them but did not dare to speak directly.

Fu Qingzhou just smiled at them without saying anything, and continued to walk leisurely and hum a little tune.

Since he dressed up as Jigong and entered the camp, he was naturally here to cause trouble.

Early in the morning, he had already chosen the target to contact today.

Not far away, a small figure huddled beside the tent, his hands wrapped around his knees, half of his face buried in his arms, staring blankly at the extinguished campfire in front of him.

Fu Qingzhou recognized him.

This is the child whose mother died the day before yesterday.

He was also very ill, with half of his head covered with dirt and stones and his hair was completely bald. Even though he was wearing a thick cotton jacket, he still looked as thin as a sick cat.

Fu Qingzhou fanned himself and sat down beside him.

The child turned his head, looked at him, and then turned his head back again.

"how?"

Fu Qingzhou smiled and asked, "Others are eager for me to choose them and save them, why don't you look at me?"

"My mother is dead." The child's voice came out muffled from his arms: "It doesn't matter whether I live or not."

Fu Qingzhou narrowed his eyes and asked again: "If you want to die like this, why do you still stay here?"

"I do not know."

The child still didn't look up, and said in a muffled voice: "I don't know where to go, I don't know what to do. If I can live, I will live, if I want to die, I will die, it doesn't matter."

Fu Qingzhou lowered his voice and asked meaningfully, "What if your mother was murdered by someone?"

The child shook his head: "No, my mother died of illness, no one harmed her."

"Your mother was murdered."

Fu Qingzhou said slowly: "This disease was deliberately spread by bad people."

The child's body stiffened, and finally he slowly raised his head, opened his eyes wide, and looked at him intently.

"What would you do if your mother was murdered by someone?" Fu Qingzhou asked again.

The child's eyes turned red for no reason. He pursed his lips and said bitterly, "If what you said is true, I will take revenge!"

But after saying this, he lost his temper and shrank back into his thick cotton-padded jacket again: "But I'm too young, and what you said is not true."

"Hey... they all call me Living Buddha."

Fu Qingzhou came closer and grinned, "Look, everyone is avoiding you. They all have cloths on their faces for fear of infection. Only I am not afraid. I even saved two people last night! Why don't you believe me?"

"..."

The child finally wavered. He frowned and asked suspiciously, "How can there be such a person in the world who can make so many people sick at the same time?"

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "Don't worry about it. You don't know what to do anyway. Why don't you try and see if you can catch the bad guys?"

The child seemed to be a little interested.

But he was not a carefree child after all, but a poor child who had just lost his mother and was seriously ill. His mind was more mature. He hesitated and asked back: "If you are really a living Buddha and know everything, why are you looking for me?"

"If your mother was really murdered..."

Fu Qingzhou lowered his voice even more: "Do you want to take revenge yourself, or do you want others to help you?"

The child was startled, then immediately gritted his teeth and said, "Myself!"

"That's it."

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "Do you want to play this game? If you catch the bad guys, you can get revenge."

The child's eyes flickered, he hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded heavily.

"By the way." Fu Qingzhou asked, "What's your name?"

"I……"

The child whispered, "My name is Yang Fuwang."

……

Soon, the daily morning menstruation began.

As usual, Fatuo led all the refugees in reciting the Sutra of the Hundred Disasters, but today, among the rows of people sitting around, there was a small figure crawling and moving around.

That's Yang Fuwang.

The task assigned to him by "Living Buddha Jigong" was actually very simple. As soon as he heard it, he knew why this method could help catch the bad guys.

As he said before, he didn't know what he was going to do or what he could do anyway. Maybe there really were bad guys? Could he really avenge his mother? Then he could play this game. Of course, although he said he was playing a game, his expression was extremely serious, as if he was doing something great that could save the world.

He crawled and crawled, and soon came to another child in the crowd.

Of course, there are many children among the refugees. This child is even younger than Yang Fuwang. He has no parents or elders around him and is all alone.

He also couldn't understand the "Hundred Evils Sutra" and just followed others in reciting it with unclear pronunciation.

"Hey, hey."

Yang Fuwang crawled to his side and patted him: "Do you want to play a game with me?"

The child was startled and lowered his voice: "Playing games?"

"Ok!"

Yang Fuwang nodded vigorously: "A game of catching bad guys!"

"Are there any bad guys here?" the child asked in a low voice, his eyes lighting up.

Yang Fuwang frowned and said, "Just tell me whether you want to play or not?"

The child nodded quickly.

After drinking rice porridge for a few days, the spirits of these refugees have improved a lot, and the children are no exception. The previous escape, the illness in recent days, and the boring life in the refugee camp have already made the children feel uncomfortable.

Now that he heard there were games to play, how could he refuse?

"it is good."

Yang Fuwang patted him on the shoulder and said, "Then you should do the same as me and quietly go find other children of our age. Find more and don't let anyone find you."

The child was confused again: "Why can't anyone find out?"

"Are you stupid?"

Yang Fuwang scolded, "I said we were catching the bad guys. How do you know who the bad guys are? What if the bad guys find out in advance?"

The child suddenly understood.

"Anyway, hurry up."

Yang Fuwang assigned tasks: "If anyone doesn't want to come, just ignore them. If you find someone, have them meet up at the west side of the camp, near the official road."

The child nodded vigorously, and the two of them immediately split up and crawled in different directions.

Soon, the number of children crawling in the crowd increased from two to four, and from four to eight. In less than a quarter of an hour, twenty or thirty children gathered "quietly" outside the western camp.

"Cough cough!"

As the initiator of the game, Yang Fuwang was like a child king. He lowered his voice and ordered: "This game is not difficult, but it is not easy either!"

Under the excited gazes of the children, he said seriously: "The bad guy is hiding in this camp! But now no one knows who he is, we have to find him!"

One child couldn't wait to ask: "How do we know he is a bad guy?"

"Um……"

Yang Fuwang whispered, "Have you noticed that although we have been drinking porridge and our illnesses are getting better, some people are getting sicker and sicker?"

A large group of children looked at each other. After a moment, some nodded, some shook their heads, and some were at a loss as to the answer.

This is not surprising. They are too young to pay attention to these things.

"Anyway, I'm telling you now!"

Yang Fuwang said seriously: "We have to look carefully and seriously! See if those people who suddenly became seriously ill have had contact with someone! The person who deliberately made others seriously ill is a bad person!"

A group of children nodded ignorantly, but their eyes were shining.

Of course they would not notice that not far away, Fu Qingzhou was watching all this with a smile and nodding with satisfaction.

As for evidence, what others say doesn't count.

What they find themselves is easiest for them to believe.

And children’s words are not to be taken lightly... Who would believe that the evidence found by a group of children was false?

As for the matter of making someone seriously ill... Fu Qingzhou's eyes were slightly cold.

This matter was also revealed by Fado timidly last night. In order to keep having coffins transported to the charity cemetery and maintain the flow of medicinal materials, they must ensure that at least a few people die in the camp every day.

But after drinking the porridge, my body got better, so how could it be so easy to die?

Naturally...they could only add some more yellow mud powder to secretly aggravate some people's condition.

“I wonder what expressions these refugees will have when they learn about this.”

Fu Qingzhou closed his eyes, shook his head, turned and left, leaving the group of excited children alone, and they once again returned to the camp.

(End of this chapter)