Chapter 5447: No Rush
For the woodcutter, the most important thing now was to take the Young Scholar home.
He couldn't let anyone else discover that anything was wrong with the Young Scholar.
The Young Scholar hesitated.
But his hesitation was no match for the woodcutter's strength.
The woodcutter pulled him along.
The Young Scholar looked back.
The well sat there silently, its wide-open mouth swallowing the rain.
It had almost swallowed his life, too.
It was the Black Monster...
It was... Little Auspicious Omen...
As soon as they left the house, the woodcutter wasted no time.
He immediately returned to the inn to pack their luggage.
Then they set out for home.
They traveled without stopping.
Fortunately, they came across an ox cart heading in the same direction.
They reached home before dark.
The woman paced back and forth by the door.
Every now and then, she peered down the road.
Each disappointment made her more and more anxious.
She couldn't help going outside.
She looked toward the end of the path.
At last, the woman heard the clopping of hooves.
She was just about to brighten with joy when she remembered that the woodcutter had left on foot.
Those hoofbeats probably had nothing to do with him.
Her expression instantly fell.
It was almost dark...
Why hadn't they come back yet?
The woman clasped her hands tightly.
The woodcutter jumped down from the cart at the crossroads.
"Elderly man, thank you."
The woodcutter grabbed the Young Scholar by the arm and helped him down.
He frowned.
He'd noticed it earlier, when he carried the Young Scholar back to the inn, but feeling it again, he couldn't help sighing inwardly. The boy had gone off to take an exam and come