Xiao Mo heard the noise and immediately sat up in bed.
He grabbed the shovel beside his bed, carefully opened the door, and stepped out into the courtyard.
If it was a thief, he'd sneak up and bring the shovel down on him!
It was already late at night. Moonlight spilled across the courtyard, draping everything in a faint glow.
The noise had come from the kitchen.
Using the moonlight to see, Xiao Mo softened his steps and carefully made his way toward the kitchen.
The "thief" hadn't closed the door, but had left it half ajar.
Leaning against the doorframe, Xiao Mo warily peered inside.
"Hm?"
Xiao Mo couldn't help but stare in surprise at what he saw in the kitchen.
Inside, he saw only a "boy" who looked no older than nine or ten.
The "boy" had short hair and wore shabby, filthy clothes. Mud and dust covered her from head to toe, as though she had tumbled down the mountainside.
Her face was smeared with soot, and even her hair was caked with clumps of mud.
[The little girl has appeared before the host.]
Suddenly, the voice of the Book of a Hundred Lives spoke in Xiao Mo's mind.
"So she's that little girl."
Xiao Mo was a little surprised.
To be honest,
if the Book of a Hundred Lives hadn't reminded him, he really wouldn't have realized she was a girl.
After all, weren't all wandering children thin? And more than half her face was blackened, making it impossible to see what she looked like.
But her eyes were unforgettable.
They reminded Xiao Mo of the first time he'd met Qingyi in his first life.
Back then, Qingyi had looked much the same, and those eyes of hers had been strikingly beautiful.
The only difference was