Li Qingniu had been savoring his roast meat when Chen Mo suddenly said this. He jumped in surprise and looked all around... There was nobody nearby.
It didn't take him long to figure it out: Chen Mo was talking to a ghost.
Li Qingniu was so frightened that the roast meat no longer tasted good, and he lost his appetite. He immediately put down the half a civet leg in his hand, hunched his shoulders, and warily picked up the torch.
Chen Mo ignored Li Qingniu and stared straight at the little boy.
The boy suddenly jumped in fright and looked at Chen Mo warily, trembling all over. Then he burst into tears and dropped to his knees, pleading, "I didn't mean to steal the food. I was just so hungry. I saw that you didn't want this civet pelt... so I came to scavenge."
The boy had been hiding in the water at a distance. He'd seen Chen Mo and Li Binghui fight, and knew Chen Mo was formidable. Even Li Binghui, a woman, had been no match for him, so it was no wonder the boy was panicking now.
Chen Mo crouched down with a warm smile, picked up the civet pelt, and put it in the boy's hands. "I don't blame you. You must really be hungry. Go ahead and eat."
But the boy didn't dare accept it. Instead, he grew even more frightened, tears streaming down his face.
"Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you." Chen Mo took a jade pendant engraved with blue characters from his robe and waved it in front of the boy. "Do you recognize this?"
As soon as the boy saw the pendant, he stopped being afraid. He snatched it eagerly and examined it in his hands. The longer he looked,