Cultivators Are So Weak in This World

Chapter 580: Case 544 Investigation 2_2

He was frantically pounding Zhang Rongfang, as if that sword-shaped accessory was extremely important to him.

At this moment, Zhang Rongfang also clearly felt something was off. How could a child less than a year old have such strength?

This was obviously abnormal.

Looking at Xiaohuanqing, who was still shouting and cursing, he thought for a moment and took out a small wooden figure from his pocket.

"Here, your uncle will give you this, it’s fun."

"Who wants your stupid wooden figure! Give me back my thing! My thing!!" Xiaohuanqing screamed, continuing to lunge at him like a lunatic.

This made Zhang Rongfang increasingly feel that what he had taken was very crucial.

As the commotion grew louder, faint sounds of people approaching could be heard from afar.

Zhang Rongfang had no idea how to comfort children, let alone a child as abnormal as Xiaohuanqing.

He suddenly felt a bit anxious; if his sister saw this, it wouldn’t be good.

In a moment of urgency, he looked around. There was no one around, the maid from earlier had long since run off somewhere.

Bang.

He swiftly knocked Xiaohuanqing unconscious, then held him in his arms.

He was burly and sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding Xiaohuanqing completely shielded him just right.

But although he was holding him, the noise did not stop at all.

"Uncle will give it back to you, give it back. Please stop shouting, okay?"

"That’s more like it... Uncle, you’re mean!" Xiaohuanqing’s voice sounded again.

"Alright, stop crying. Others will think I’m bullying you," Zhang Rongfang said helplessly.

"If you take my things again next time, I’ll tell mother!" Xiaohuanqing said again.

Zhang Rongfang faced the wall, holding the unconscious Zhang Huanqing, his back to the approaching guards and maids, chatting affectionately with Xiaohuanqing.

Only no one would have guessed that both voices came from his own throat.

From the back, people could only see Xiaohuanqing lying in Zhang Rongfang’s arms, with only a bit of his legs visible.

Seeing this heartwarming scene, the guards and maids relaxed, smiles appearing on their faces as they each left.

No wonder he’s the uncle, the little troublemaker Xiaohuanqing became so obedient as soon as his uncle arrived.

Everyone had this thought in their minds.

No one had any doubts about Zhang Rongfang. After all, he was the lady’s only relative, also one of Xiaohuanqing’s closest relatives.

Besides, even though Xiaohuanqing had spoken so harshly to Zhang Rongfang before, Zhang Rongfang never got angry, he had an unusually good temper.

So no one believed he would behave badly towards Xiaohuanqing.

Soon, people slowly dispersed again.

Zhang Rongfang still held Xiaohuanqing, he wasn’t fiddling with the sword-shaped accessory, but was continually examining Xiaohuanqing’s body with one hand.

He lifted the eyelids, parted the hair, and checked the nostrils, mouth, ears, and all over the body.

"Uncle..." At this point, Xiaohuanqing surprisingly regained consciousness unexpectedly.

The duration of his unconsciousness was utterly different from what Zhang Rongfang had anticipated when he struck him.

He woke up more than twice as early as expected!

"Don’t be afraid, Uncle is here."

Bang.

With another muffled thud, Xiaohuanqing’s eyes rolled back as he fainted again.

After thoroughly checking inside and out, Zhang Rongfang found nothing wrong.

He thought, perhaps the real core issue was that purple sword-shaped accessory...

Judging from Xiaohuanqing’s earlier urgency, this possibility was very high.

Thinking of this, he wanted to take the accessory away, but if he did, it might alert the Yi Vein, one of the seven veins of Confucianism.

Before knowing whether the loss of the accessory would cause any harm to Xiaohuanqing, he still couldn’t take this thing away.

If this thing was related to Xiaohuanqing’s life safety, if both were interlinked, one withers and both wither, one thrives and both thrive, then it would be troublesome.

"Uncle... I want to kill you..." Xiaohuanqing suddenly woke up again.

Unfortunately, Zhang Rongfang swiftly covered his mouth. His voice immediately became muffled and unclear.

He opened his small mouth to bite.

Crunch.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t grown teeth... biting on Zhang Rongfang’s steel-like skin, instead, it hurt him to the point where sweat dripped from his brow.

"Don’t be afraid. Uncle is here." At this moment, Zhang Rongfang didn’t really pay attention to what he was saying, he was pondering how to solve this situation.

Seeing Xiaohuanqing wake up, he covered his mouth with one hand and gently knocked the back of his head with the other hand.

Thus, Xiaohuanqing fainted again.

Unexpectedly, it seemed a resistance had developed. In just a few minutes, Xiaohuanqing surprisingly woke up again.

He opened his mouth again, seemingly about to scold.

And then, within two seconds, his eyes rolled back again, and he fainted.

Zhang Rongfang, with one hand fainting Xiaohuanqing, was playfully fiddling with that sword-shaped accessory, carefully inspecting the patterns and lock script on it.

Yes, there was a kind of script on the accessory extremely similar to a lock script.

Unfortunately, after staring for a long time, he could only recognize a bit of the content, mostly praising and extolling the virtue of the gentleman.

’Aside from the slightly unusual material, there doesn’t seem to be much special...’ Zhang Rongfang pondered.

Then he reattached the accessory to Xiaohuanqing.

Xiaohuanqing awoke again at this moment, about to shout, but then met Zhang Rongfang’s thoughtful eyes.

He shivered all over.

In just this short ten or so minutes, he had been knocked unconscious eight times in succession. At this moment, the back of his head felt excruciatingly painful.

Feeling the accessory return to his body, Xiaohuanqing finally heaved a sigh of relief as his expression slowly calmed down.

"Awake? You were so sleepy just now, so Uncle held you and let you sleep for a little while. Feeling better now?" Zhang Rongfang smiled.

"...Wait..." Before Xiaohuanqing could finish speaking, Zhang Rongfang grabbed his neck, rendering him speechless.

"Still feeling sleepy? Then we can talk some more later, seems like you didn’t sleep well last night."

Zhang Rongfang’s smiling face gradually blurred in Xiaohuanqing’s vision... it darkened and disappeared.

He fainted once again.

Zhang Rongfang had a good grasp of the intensity, given his dim light vision, control over the blood flow in the neck, plus mastery of medical arts, no one could be more precise in this regard.

However, looking at Xiaohuanqing sleeping again, he was now considering how to communicate this matter with his sister.

So... he just stayed holding the child, until past nine o’clock, almost ten in the evening, during which his sister and brother-in-law came over twice. Seeing the child sleeping soundly and calmly, they also left relieved.

In the end, Zhang Rongfang handed the ’sleeping’ Xiaohuanqing back to the maid, it was already deep into the night.

He then went to rest in the room next to Xiaohuanqing’s.

After a thorough inspection and finding no cause, he decided that when dawn came, he would have a good conversation with his sister.

Explaining Xiaohuanqing’s condition, while he was still young, it was still possible to save him, handing it over to him to lay the foundation might be a better choice.

He also intended to frankly discuss with his sister about his own strength, his identity.

To enhance the credibility of his judgment regarding Xiaohuanqing’s matter.