"Are you out of your mind? If evil spirits were hunting you, how could you have lived to nine?" The moment Daoist Qianyun finished speaking, he froze!
That was right. Why had Liu Zi Xing lived to nine without ever encountering an evil spirit?
Why, by contrast, had the others been targeted from the moment they were born?
He voiced his questions.
Liu Zi Xing stopped crying.
He, too, stared blankly at Daoist Qianyun.
"I don't know. I was adopted into the Xie family when I was three, and I met my little sister when I was six, right after she was born. I don't remember whether anything hunted me, or whether my original family was hunted either."
His memories from before he was three were hazy. Even if he had been hunted, he could no longer remember clearly.
Those were things the adults should remember.
"Brother Zi Xing, do you still remember where your original home was?" Xia Wanwan asked.
Liu Zi Xing shook his head. "One of the mamas serving Old Madam Xie bought me. I don't remember, but that mama should."
But hadn't the entire Xie family had their property confiscated and been executed? Where could he possibly find anyone now?
At that thought, he lowered his head in dejection.
Had his birth caused his original family to be hunted? Was that why they had sold him?
Suddenly, he felt a heavy pat on his shoulder. He looked up and saw his older brother.
Zi Mu said, "Don't think so much. The past is the past. We're your family now."
Tears welled in Liu Zi Xing's eyes, and he nodded hard.
"But I still want to know why they abandoned me back then. I also want to know how they've been living since they sold me."
"Daoist,