The peaceful atmosphere didn’t last long.
The man’s brows suddenly furrowed slightly, and his long, elegant fingers pressed against his temples. Though he was almost used to the pain, his mind remained relatively clear.
He had been resting here for many years. This place was a genuine ancient Earth site, yet the tribe here was still searching for other ancient Earth relics elsewhere.
During his rest, he had only awakened once. That time, his awakening was accompanied by a surge of uncontrolled spiritual power, and he had almost wiped out the entire tribe.
This time, once again, he woke up without warning. And, as before, his awakening was accompanied by his uncontrollable spiritual power.
No one would calm and soothe his spiritual energy anymore.
The man closed his eyes for a moment. In the next second, he picked up a child with one hand, expressionlessly walking outside.
Half an hour later.
A gust of wind blew through, chilling the little children's faces. One by one, they all began to shiver and woke up from the cold.
As soon as Lele woke up, he sneezed.
Hearing Lele sneeze, Savi reflexively reached out to touch his forehead, checking if he had a fever. "Are you cold?"
Lele sneezed again, his nose reddened, and his voice a little muffled, "A little bit."
Children always need blankets when they sleep, especially to cover their bellies.
If it were Zhan Xi here, he would have definitely protected the little children's bellies. But the person who had left them outside clearly lacked such experience—he hadn’t even thrown a piece of cloth over the children’s stomachs.
The other children, who had also woken up from the cold, sat still for a while, then looked in the direction of the place where they had been staying.
"Wagner, do you remember how we got out?"
"I don't remember."
Wagner didn't remember, and neither did the other children.
But one of the children recalled the man in black with black hair he had seen earlier. He thought that it must have been that man who had placed them here.
"Ningning, what are you going to do?"
"I-I want to see that uncle again."
As soon as Ningning finished speaking, Savi, who had been talking with Lele, was drawn in. "What uncle? My dad and the others aren’t here. Who are you looking for?"
"There’s a handsome uncle where we were sleeping."
The little child remembered that before falling asleep, he was still holding onto that uncle's finger. But after a nap, that uncle’s finger was no longer in his chubby hand.
Savi listened to him, and it seemed like he suddenly remembered something, causing his small face to turn a bit pale.
“There’s no uncle.”
Savi grabbed Lele with one hand and the little child with the other: “Let’s go back, back to have dinner.”
“Is the festival over?” The little child hadn’t eaten much at noon, so he was starting to feel hungry now.
Savi was stumped by his question and could only say, “It’s not over yet, but it’s about to end soon. We can go pick some fruit to eat. Oh right, I haven’t dug up the fruit from the field for you yet. Do you want to eat some?”
The little child: “…”
The little child turned his head to glance back in the direction they had come from.
He really wanted to see that uncle again, but... but he also wanted to eat the fruit from the field.
For a few seconds, the little child struggled between choosing the uncle or the fruit, and then he chose the latter.
“Is the fruit from the field tasty?”
“It’s super tasty. I’ve dug it up before. That kind of fruit can be steamed, boiled, or roasted,” Savi said, hurrying to take the little child away.
The little children walked hand in hand together. After they had gone some distance, Savi finally breathed a sigh of relief.
His dad had said that their benefactor lived in this mountain.
It was only just now that he realized that the place Ningning had found to sleep looked a lot like the place meant for their benefactor to stay.
Since it was where the benefactor stayed, there was definitely a sleeping benefactor inside.
Thinking about the benefactor’s bad temper, Savi still felt a lingering fear.
How scary!
Luckily, they hadn’t woken the benefactor up. Otherwise, if the benefactor woke up and got angry, what would they do if he decided to deal with a bunch of young children like them?
“Ning, let’s not go to that place again.”
Savi shook the little child’s hand, reminding him.
The little child didn’t respond.
He still wanted to go.
Savi noticed Ningning wasn't responding and grew a little anxious. "Ning, let me be honest with you. That place we just went to was really dangerous. The man you saw sleeping there might actually be our benefactor!"
After mentioning the word "benefactor," Savi hesitated and lowered his voice, continuing, "He's not really a benefactor. He's more like a big demon king."
They had previously watched a cartoon together featuring a demon king. The demon king had a terrible temper and was unpredictable, which had scared Ningning.
The little child, however, felt some familiarity with the man they had just encountered and argued with Savi, "That uncle isn’t a demon king. He looks nice."
Savi: "..."
Savi, exasperated, responded, "Just because he looks good doesn’t mean he can’t be a demon king!"
He suddenly realized that Ningning was so focused on appearances!
The little child wanted to keep arguing, but Wagner stepped in to mediate. "Alright, stop arguing. Let’s go dig for some fruit to eat."
The mountain was vast, and there was plenty to eat.
Under Savi's guidance, the T little children ate another round of food. Their bellies were now round and full, and they lay sprawled on the ground, too lazy to move.
"Ningning, do you still want to have dinner?"
"Yes, I do."
"You sure can eat." Savi looked at his belly, then listened to his reply, thoroughly impressed by him.
"The festival is almost over. If you want to eat dinner, we can go find my dad and the others now."
"Let’s go."
After wandering around the mountain for a while, the the little children quietly sneaked back.
When they left, they had been clean and tidy, dressed in beautiful little red outfits with small red dots on their foreheads. After playing outside, they returned dirty and disheveled.
Especially the little chubby one, whose face was now completely blackened.
The kids, with their messy appearances, returned thinking they were clever, believing the adults had no idea what they had been up to.
The little child even came up with an excuse, "We went to pee."
The adults: "..."
As expected, the little children always assumed the adults had the same level of intelligence as they do.
The adults, however, turned a blind eye to the kids' "peeing" excuse.
At the sacrificial festival, they skipped lunch, but the adults, being robust, didn’t mind missing one or two meals.
Although the little children wouldn’t starve from missing a meal, they were still hungry.
Even the strictest adults weren’t completely indifferent to the little children. When they saw the children looking for food, they might show some disapproval on the surface and comment that the kids didn’t follow the rules, but deep down, they were relieved.
Savi’s mother even secretly touched her son’s belly—it was round and full.
