Chapter 560: Chapter 560 Starving for Three Days Chapter 560: Chapter 560 Starving for Three Days Xuexue finished her meal, put down her chopsticks, and said, “If I had no human warmth, I would have kicked that old man out of the door by now, and would Auntie have had the chance to come to our house to steal things every day?”
Madam Xie thought about it and realized it was true. They, mother and daughter, had suffered so much in the Mo family, and it was understandable that Xuexue held resentment towards them; she could not blame her.
In the end, Madam Xie insisted on borrowing two eggs from the neighbors and fried them sunny-side-up for Old Master Mo to eat.
Shuangxing County
The weather in June was particularly hot.
The dwarf lay on the ground, reeking with a nasty smell; it had been half a month since his last bath. His body was covered in dark, sticky dirt, and even his originally repugnant features were obscured by the filth. Passersby hurried past, only catching a glimpse of a small, dark figure, pitifully curled up on the ground, holding their noses as they went by.
After half a month of hunger and beating, the dwarf’s initial vitality had been completely sapped, but the malice in his eyes only grew more intense, his hatred for the world deeper.
“That damned girl, turning me into this… I’ll skin her alive, eat her flesh, and drink her blood,” the dwarf muttered through gritted teeth, his grimy eyes shining with a terrifying light.
Not only had Xuexue robbed him of all his silvers, but she had also incapacitated his martial arts. Now, in the dwarf’s heart, Xuexue had become his prime enemy, someone he would not feel relieved without killing.
Even with all the hatred in his heart, his body was broken, and he could only lie on the ground.
After spending more than a dozen days exposed on the street corner, both hungry and thirsty, he had gone from loud howling to silence.
He could not bear simply to lie there for the rest of his life, letting his enemies enjoy their freedom and joy.
He was waiting…
Waiting for someone to change his destiny.
He had endured for many days.
That day, the formerly clear sky suddenly darkened, and a storm appeared imminent.
Pedestrians on the street were all rushing to find shelter from the rain.
Only the dwarf lay quietly by the street side, awaiting the torrential downpour.
He paid no heed to the impending storm; instead, all he could think about was how to regain his martial arts abilities and how to seek revenge on Xuexue.
People often say that once the tendons in your hands and feet are severed, standing again, let alone practicing martial arts, is impossible for the rest of your life. But he knew that if he could find his master, all the impossibilities would become reality.
However, despite having sent out messages for over ten days, there had been no news from his master.
But he did not lose hope.
He continued to wait.
Because he firmly believed.
If his master could save him once, he could certainly save him a second time.
Raindrops started to fall from the sky with a pitter-patter, cleansing the dirt from his body, leaving him sparkling clean in an instant. But his clothes were now soaked and caked in wet mud, making him look even more miserable.
After the heavy rain.
Pedestrians finally got a clear view of his facial features, encircling him as they had on the day the shopkeeper chased him out of the inn, pointing and laughing at him low and loud, their words mocking.
Realizing that times had changed, the dwarf was much calmer than his first day and refrained from cursing those around him.
He lay quietly on the ground, letting the crowd surround and watch him.
After a while, the onlookers sensed no entertainment and dispersed.
Night slowly set in.
Red lanterns were hung outside the shops lining the sides of the county town.
The scent of dinner wafted out from each household.
The dwarf took a deep breath, and his stomach responded with a rumble, signaling how famished he was.
For the past few days, he had been living off the occasional kindness of an old lady who gave him some sweet potatoes and taro, otherwise, he would have starved to death.
But three days had gone by, and the old lady had not appeared again.
The dwarf had been starving for three full days.