C22

The night was as cold as water.

After everyone had gone to sleep, Xiao Mo Xin got up from the bed, took out the money pouch under his pillow and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Goudan!" "Don't be afraid, your father will bring you to find a doctor right now, don't be afraid …" A middle-aged man around forty years old pulled the flat car while running, and asked the boy who was lying on the flat car s who was twitching non-stop.

Sweat trickled down his forehead, but he did not bother to catch his breath or wipe his sweat as he rushed to the infirmary.

"Daddy ~ ~ Daddy ~ ~ I'm in pain ~ ~ Daddy ~ ~" The little boy mumbled as he rolled on the ground, his little face slightly contorted.

"Goudan!" Hold on, daddy will pull out the flat car right now … " The middle-aged man was on the verge of tears. He exerted all his strength, but was still unable to move the carriage by even a little bit.

Moments later …

The middle-aged man sat down on the ground as many rumors related to the bridge flashed through his mind.

A few years ago, the river flowed rapidly beneath the bridge. That summer, five or six children fell into the river and died. Later on, the river was filled up, but ever since, the bridge had not been peaceful …

There were also people who said that someone had walked across this bridge and fallen without any reason …

All sorts of rumors were spreading, causing this bridge to become depressed in the night.

No one dared to leave, fearing that they would run into something unclean.

And today, if it wasn't for the fact that this place was the only path that led to the medicine hall, he wouldn't have taken the risk.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew and the middle-aged man couldn't help but shiver. His face was deathly pale as he sat on the ground.

"Heroes, I do not intend to offend you guys. I am just anxious to save my son. I hope you heroes can show mercy …" As the middle-aged man pleaded, he kowtowed to the ground, as if this would make them show him mercy.

The chilly wind blew by, bringing with it a few traces of coolness and a few traces of gloominess.

The middle-aged man's forehead started to sweat more and more cold sweat. The voices of the children on the flat car started to grow louder and louder …

In the distance.

"Prince! Something seems to have happened up ahead? " Mo Zi Xuan said.

Yu Chi Ming listened attentively, and a pleading voice could vaguely be heard from the front. He screamed, "Go and take a look!"

"Yes sir!"

The two of them lightly tapped their toes and quickly charged towards the direction of the sound.

The two of them landed on the bridge one after the other.

What entered his eyes was the middle-aged man's painful cries for help, and the child's twitching body.

Mo Zi Xuan walked up quickly: "What's going on?"

The sudden voice made the middle-aged man widen his eyes in fear. He staggered back a few steps and asked, "You, are you a human or a ghost?"

"Nonsense!" Of course it's a human! " Mo Zi Xuan rubbed his glabella. These past two days, why did he keep hearing about things related to ghosts?

The middle-aged man didn't completely believe him. Swallowing his saliva, he asked with a trembling voice, "Th-then can I touch your hand?"

The corner of Mo Zi Xuan's mouth twitched, but he resigned himself to his fate and extended his hand towards the middle-aged man.