Huo Yuhao returned to the carriage and pulled it somewhere far from the path. Even after Huo Yuhao had gone to kill those two, there had been no sound here except for the horses, not even a faint sob.
Huo Yuhao opened the carriage door, letting sunlight shine inside. The children's faces were still filled with terror and numbness. Huo Yuhao cut their chains one by one. Some curled into themselves, while others simply sat there numbly.
Seeing this, Huo Yuhao wanted to say something, so he said, "The bad people are dead. You're all safe now."
The carriage remained deathly silent. No one looked up; they all kept their heads lowered. Their worn, tattered clothes could not cover their entire bodies. From wearing chains for so long, the skin around the hands and feet of their scrawny bodies had been rubbed raw, and some wounds had already become infected.
Huo Yuhao wanted to heal them, but whenever his hands were about to touch them, they instinctively trembled and shrank away.
Huo Yuhao did not know what he could do to make them understand that the danger had passed.
Huo Yuhao looked at their bellies. They were in a state of never having enough to eat, given just enough food to keep them from starving to death, but only that little, to keep them from having the strength to resist and escape on full stomachs.
Huo Yuhao left the carriage and took ingredients out of the Bracelet, then lit a fire to cook. He chopped the ingredients very finely and simmered them with rice into porridge. People who had gone hungry for a long time could only have a little liquid food at first, or their stomachs would not be able to take it.
The flames burned. After a while,