Could it be that I am the cruel villain?
Chapter 443 - 273: Crying in the Middle of the Night_3

Chapter 443: Chapter 273: Crying in the Middle of the Night_3

However, just as the man pushed through the woods and planned to move forward along the narrow path, a faint and elusive crying voice caught his attention.

"Wuu wuu wuu..."

"Who’s there?"

He looked over instinctively.

The crying sounded distant and lingering, as well as somewhat eerie, resembling the voice of a little girl, which immediately made Cen Zhuangzhuang nervous.

It wasn’t fear.

Rather, worry.

"Is anyone there? Where are you? Are you hurt? Don’t move, don’t move, be careful not to attract wolves and leopards with your crying, or they will eat you up."

...

One has to say.

Cen Zhuangzhuang’s way of comforting others was quite terrifying.

Nevertheless, after that remark, the distant crying abruptly ceased, leaving only sobbing. Cen Zhuangzhuang naturally had a fearless character, but if it were anyone else, they would be so frightened by the crying in the deep forest that they’d run away without looking back.

Only Cen Zhuangzhuang thought someone might be in distress, as it was quite common for traps or pits to be laid by hunters in the woods.

Because he often encountered them.

Yes, he often accidentally leaped into the pits dug by others while traveling, and the pits were filled with rows of bamboo stakes waiting for him, but each time he crushed the bamboo stakes to pulp, leaving himself unharmed.

Stepping on animal traps was also a common occurrence for him; sometimes he would step on seven or eight traps a day when passing near other people’s hunting grounds. Every time, Cen Zhuangzhuang would reset the traps for the owners. As for why others didn’t encounter these, it was naturally because...

Others used flying swords for travel.

Only you use legs!

Forcefully pushing through the woods, the somewhat impatient man simply charged like a wild bull, rolling over the tangled weeds and thorns, and kept moving forward following the sound. Soon, he saw traces of people not far away.

Bathed in the moonlight was a shadow.

He slowly approached.

"Are you still there? If you’re alive, make some noise."

The Central Plains dialect did not come easily to him, spoken with some stutters, but soon he heard a reply.

"I’m here, I’ve fallen and hurt myself, can you, big brother, please save me... Wuu wuu wuu..."

The sobbing continued.

Hearing this, Cen Zhuangzhuang’s face beamed with joy, and he eagerly stepped forward to look.

Sure enough, in the huge pit on the road lay an inconspicuous young girl, dressed in a simple and dirty dress, with two cute, pony-tailed braids on her head, and a flushed little face that looked somewhat adorable.

She lay sideways on the ground, appearing to have fallen accidentally and gotten hurt.

"Big... big brother, I, I’m from a nearby village, I came here to gather some herbs for my dad who recently caught a cold."

"I accidentally fell down here since noon and haven’t been able to climb up."

"Big brother... can you help me? I, I’m so hungry, so scared, wuu wuu..."

As she spoke, the girl began to sob again. She looked very thin, and judging from her height, she seemed barely around ten years old, instantly filling the robust Cen Zhuangzhuang’s heart with compassion.

The big pit was almost two meters deep, and in it lay broken bamboo poles. It seemed to be a trap dug by someone. To think that to gather herbs for a father who caught a cold, such a small child had to climb mountains; it was truly a sin.

So, he lay down at the edge of the pit, extending his hand toward the young girl with a simple and honest smile.

"It’s okay, little sister! Don’t be afraid, I’m here. Come on, grab my hand and I’ll pull you up."

"Mhm!"

Her small hand gently clutched, only able to barely grasp two of his fingers.

But the next second, with a simple grin on his face, Cen Zhuangzhuang’s expression turned fierce!

He unleashed an Inch Fist, striking straight at the face!