Although Fan Xian was only four years old on the outside, he possessed a mature soul. The blood and corpses from the first day he arrived in this world were firmly imprinted in his mind, so he always harbored a great sense of unease, knowing that his unclear origins would one day bring him trouble.

It seemed that trouble had finally arrived today.

The sneak attack failed, so he naturally couldn't repeat the same trick. On one hand, he sobbed pitifully, intending to confuse the night intruder, and on the other hand, he quickly racked his brains, trying to find a way to escape.

If he cried for help, the other party would definitely kill him in a very short time. But seeing that the intruder hadn't made any move yet, he was obviously stunned by his random cry of "Daddy."

Fan Xian's mind worked incredibly fast. Seeing that the sneak attack had failed, he relied on his ultra-young age as a natural advantage, looked at the night intruder, and wailed, "Daddy, Daddy..."

While crying, he nervously began to calculate how to escape.

"Don't pretend, young master Fan," the night intruder said in a very indifferent tone, but it didn't seem dangerous. "It seems you are very clever, knowing how to protect yourself at such a young age. But you should know that I am not the Earl."

After saying this, the night intruder brandished the knife in his hand and approached the four-year-old Fan Xian.

Fan Xian's face was still full of innocent tears, but his heart contracted tightly. He sobbed and said, "Then who are you, Uncle?"

"I was sent by your father to see you, so don't shout."

The night intruder's eyes were slightly brown, making him look somewhat ugly, and the wrinkles around his eyes exposed his age. The tone of his voice made Fan Xian directly think of those old men who tricked little girls into looking at goldfish.

But Fan Xian didn't reveal anything, still perfectly playing the role of a four-year-old child with a trace of fear, a few hints of surprise, and a little anger.

"You're not Daddy!"

Then, as if he hadn't seen the knife in the other's hand, he twisted his little butt, climbed onto the big bed, and mumbled, "I don't even know what Daddy looks like."

The night intruder walked toward the bed with a sinister smile.

Suddenly, the little boy on the bed turned his head, looked behind the night intruder, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes as he shouted, "Mommy!"

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This was a very clumsy feint. If anyone else had used it, they probably wouldn't have fooled the night intruder, after all, he was a master who independently owned a laboratory in the capital.

But the one who used this trick was a four-year-old boy, so the night intruder naively believed it. Moreover, when he heard Fan Xian calling for Mommy, the night intruder's eyes showed extreme shock, and he suddenly turned his head to look behind him.

Behind him, of course, was the tightly closed door and the dense darkness of the night.

Bang! A crisp sound rang out in the bedroom.

The night intruder lay on the ground, his head covered in blood.

Fan Xian held the half-broken porcelain pillow in his hand, looking at the guy on the ground with lingering fear. He weighed the broken pillow in his hand, gritted his teeth, raised his little arms, and slammed it hard on the back of the other's head.

This was a muffled sound, and the force used was extremely great. Even if this night intruder was a grandmaster, if he suffered this muffled blow, he probably wouldn't wake up for a while.

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The voice of the head maid came from outside: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, Sister. I broke a cup. Let's clean it up tomorrow."

"How can that be? What if the young master's feet get cut?"

"I said I'll clean it up tomorrow!"

Hearing the little young master, who was always gentle, kind, and innocent, throw a rare tantrum, the maid shut her mouth and didn't say anything more.

Fan Xian walked back to the wardrobe, laboriously dragged out a winter quilt from inside, and then tore the quilt cover into strips of cloth with force from his fingers. He twisted them and tied the unconscious night intruder on the ground firmly.

At this point, he realized that his back was completely wet.

A trace of fear welled up in his heart – whether in his previous life or this life, this was the first time he had intended to kill someone, although he didn't know if he had killed the other person. He was too risky. If the other person was really a martial arts master, his previous blow would have definitely cost him his little life.

He reached under the night intruder's black mask to check, and found that the other person was still breathing. For some reason, the thought of killing someone to silence them arose in Fan Xian's mind.

Immediately, his heart skipped a beat, realizing that since his rebirth, his personality seemed to have become much tougher. He had struck so ruthlessly just now without the slightest hesitation.

He didn't realize that this was because in the heart of the child now called Fan Xian, he was already someone who had died once. This rebirth was particularly precious, so he wouldn't allow anyone to harm his life.

Only after being drunk does one know the depth of emotion, and only after death does one know the importance of life. It was that simple.

Holding the small knife in his hand, he thought and thought again, but Fan Xian still couldn't make up his mind to kill the unconscious night intruder on the ground. Suddenly, he thought of someone, and a look of joy appeared on his face. He quietly pushed open the door, ran to the backyard, crawled out of the dog hole, and came to the outside of the general store across the street from the Earl's mansion.

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"Tap tap tap tap..." He gently knocked on the door of the general store, the sound was very small, and in the quiet night of Danzhou, it didn't carry far.

But Fan Xian knew that the person inside would definitely hear the knocking sound. Although the other person had pretended not to know him for the past four years, Fan Xian could only think of this person as trustworthy when it came down to it.

"Who is it?"

A very plain voice, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, came from the general store.

Fan Xian thought that this person was indeed still the same as outside Kyoto back then, doing things by the book. He rolled his eyes twice and said softly, "I am Fan Xian."

As Fan Xian expected, the wooden door of the general store opened silently, and the blind boy stood at the door like a ghost, startling Fan Xian instead.

Fan Xian looked at the person who had sent him to Danzhou Port, looking at the other person's cheeks and the black cloth over his eyes, which seemed to have not changed at all in the past four years. He was a little curious, didn't this person age?