He raised his eyes and looked around, his eyes filled with confusion.
He didn't know where he came from or where he was going.
He heard a sobbing sound.
He followed the sound and saw a man coming out of the room of the twenty-second priest's wife.
He was one of the Gu family's children on duty.
A child of seven or eight years old was squatting in the corner, crying softly. Under the weak light, half of his face was covered with blood bubbles caused by the fire.
The skin and flesh were separated, it was hideous and terrifying.
"Mom, I hurt, it hurts..." he cried, trying to get into the house when no one was paying attention.
But he was grabbed by the Gu family disciple, kicked him to the ground in disgust, and cursed: "You useless little bastard, you are worse than a pig or a dog. How dare you set fire to the house? Why didn't you burn to death!"
The little boy was in pain and burst into tears.
A violent cry came from the room: "Go to hell!"
Then the servants and women shouted: "Hurry up and hold her, hold her up quickly, don't let her die..."
The little boy became even more anxious and struggled desperately to run inside. He was caught by the Gu family and was beaten again.
Indescribable anger and hostility arose spontaneously.
Gu Yilan jumped out from the corner, waved her long sleeves, and the Gu family's children screamed and flew out of the courtyard wall like a kite with its string broken.
The little boy who was rescued looked at him with wide eyes in horror, unable to say a word.
A servant girl heard the noise and rushed out. Gu Yilan was about to continue killing people, but she felt a sudden severe pain in her head, which was so painful that it almost split.
He staggered away, found a secluded corner at random, shrank in, pressed his back tightly against the wall, held his legs tightly with both hands, and huddled himself into a ball.
Whenever pain came, he would grab his legs desperately, even if his fingertips dug into the muscles, he would never let go.
The pain became stronger and stronger from time to time. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and passed out.
A little boy came over, poked him carefully with a stick, then touched his forehead, and left again.
After a while, the little boy brought a broken bowl over and gave him water.
The sweet well water soothed her dry throat. Gu Yilan slowly opened her eyes and saw a pair of clear eyes.
He was startled, and so was the other person.
The two looked at each other, neither daring to move easily.
"Who asked you to give me water?" Gu Yilan's eyes fell on the other party's broken bowl.
The little boy quickly hid the bowl behind his back and slurred: "God, God..."
He was saying that Gu Yilan must be a god because she is so beautiful.
Gu Yilan smiled slightly, with a lot of loneliness, helplessness and desolation in her smile: "Where is your mother?"
The light in the little boy's eyes dimmed, and he lowered his head without saying a word. Tears flowed down his cheeks. When they rolled down from the wound, the salt stimulated him to tremble.
Gu Yilan asked: "Why did you set the house on fire yesterday?"
"I want to save her," the little boy said.
Gu Yilan opened his trousers and saw that the leg injury he had pinched before had gradually healed.
He stood up, put his hands behind his back, faced the morning light, and said in a decisive way: "Since you have set the first fire, why not set the second fire and burn the whole place down?"
"All burned?" The little boy was shocked: "But..."
Gu Yilan smiled slightly, her smile was pure and elegant: "This is the source of all evil. Destroy it and you will be clean."
He led the little boy forward: "Come on, let's destroy it."