A row of values appeared out of thin air on the blank title page.
[Good and evil value: 10]
Mi August: “Can you explain it?”
The ink font below appears and disappears: If the value of good and evil is negative, you will be punished by heaven.
After Mi August asked further, there was no response from the page.
In just half a day, he had already seen strange things that he had not seen in half a year, and Mi August no longer bothered with a book for too long.
Mi August calculated that it was almost time to put the children to bed, so he opened the door and walked out. He unexpectedly saw two figures lying on the ground in the corridor not far away.
“Help…help.” Liu Jinbao saw her and stretched out his hand desperately for help.
As Mi August approached, the housekeeper appeared out of nowhere, holding a lantern to illuminate her.
Mi August saw Yu Hu fall to the ground in a posture that was almost cut in half. Most people would have died long ago, but cold sweat was pouring from his forehead and his eyes were rolling under his eyelids. He was clearly still conscious.
Liu Jinbao’s injuries were not visible, but in less than ten seconds, he had already wailed three times, clutching his chest and heart.
“Save us, save us.” Liu Jinbao’s eyes turned white, his consciousness was about to disappear, and he murmured instinctively.
Mi August knelt down and unbuttoned the clothes on his chest, revealing the chest he was covering up.
Pure white.
Mi August glanced at it and said, “I don’t know what disease you are suffering from. How can you save it?”
The soft voice in the cold night warmed the body and mind. Liu Jinbao lost all guard and said: “My heart hurts. It hurts as if my heart is broken.”
Mi August glanced at his heart again, thought for a while and said, “There are no instruments, do you mind if I cut it open and take a look?”
Liu Jinbao was in so much pain that he could no longer hear what she was saying. He could only see a pair of gentle, watery eyes and nodded stupidly.
Mi August stood up and told the housekeeper, “Send them back to the guest room first. I’ll be there in a moment.”
The housekeeper carried the people away one by one.
Mi August continued to go to Mi Feixue’s residence. When he arrived at the place, he saw a girl who was wrapped in hair and didn’t know whether she was alive or dead, and a boy who covered his ears with his hands and banged his head on the ground.
After a quick glance, she knocked on Mi Feixue’s door.
The trotting sound can be heard through the door.
The door was pushed open from the inside, and Mi Feixue looked up at her from inside.