Taking off the mask and washing his hands with clean water, Fan Xian began to record the characteristics of the corpse, and then analyzed the possible illnesses, and recorded them in detail in a large black leather notebook provided by Teacher Fei Jie.
After finishing all this, he stood up, his face was a little pale, and his long eyelashes kept shaking: "Teacher, what else should I do?"
Fei Jie looked at him and frowned. He didn't expect the little guy to be so courageous.
Without waiting for him to speak, Fan Xian finally couldn't hold back his nausea, and ran to the bottom of the field, and with a wow, he began to vomit desperately, and stood up when the boredom subsided.
There was a trace of tenderness in Fei Jie's eyes, wondering if it would be too cruel for him to let a four-year-old child come into contact with the most terrifying things in life? Until he saw Fan Xian vomit, Fei Jie suddenly realized that only at this time Fan Xian was truly like a child, instead of always having another soul hidden inside.
"Forget it, let's have an intuitive understanding first, and talk about it next time."
Before Fei Jie could finish his sentence, he heard Fan Xian's innocent voice say, "It's a pity that Danzhou Port is a small city, and there are too few dead people, otherwise we can find a fresh corpse."
Fei Jie thumped in his heart, and slowly turned his head to face Fan Xian's innocent eyes. He didn't know what he wanted to see from these eyes, and he said coldly after a long time, "Why..."
"Um?"
"Why aren't you afraid? Why aren't you angry because I let you do these things?" Fei Jie felt puzzled, frowned, and looked at the little guy.
Fan Xian lowered his head and said respectfully: "Because the teacher said that he would poison a person to let me observe and study, I was very afraid, so I would rather dig up the corpse."
"It turns out that there are still things in this world that you are afraid of."
"Yes." Fan Xian looked at him pitifully, "Xiao Xian is only four and a half years old."
"Young age is not an excuse." Fei Jie nodded, and then shook his head: "Although you are young, you may not understand some things, but you must know that an illegitimate child of a noble like you may face many problems in the years to come." Sometimes this kind of cheap sympathy is often a sharp weapon to kill oneself."
After saying this, Fei Jie had a strange thought that maybe the kid in front of him could understand everything he said. At this moment, the morning light suddenly reflected in Fan Xian's eyes, which had raised his head up halfway, reflecting a strange luster.
Fei Jie's heart trembled slightly, feeling that the little boy's eyes were very bewitching. He didn't know how many people he had killed with poison in his life. During the Northern Expedition of the late emperor, the venom he prepared killed tens of thousands of soldiers in the Northern Wei Dynasty. Why can't I help but get scared when I look at the cute little guy in front of me
After rearranging the excavated unnamed tomb, the eccentric master and apprentice, one old and one young, began to follow the direction of the sky toward the east. Along the way, Fei Jie suddenly asked, "You must be very curious."
"Yeah." Fan Xian snorted, with a hint of shyness in his sweet smile, "Teacher is very attentive to me."
Fei Jie never expected that the child would answer irrelevant questions, and said with a wry smile: "You can still laugh at this time, I really doubt your nerves and the maturity of your brain."
"Laughing is better than crying."
"That's true." Fei Jie cast his eyes on the faintly visible city wall in the distance, and said with a frown, "Your father's family property in Kyoto is very large, and there will be many people who will compete with you for the family property in the future, so you must become stronger and learn more .”
Fan Xian didn't speak, but he was thinking in his heart. He had always heard that his father, Earl Sinan, was trusted by His Majesty the Emperor, so he had no place to go abroad, but stayed in the capital.
The year before last, there was political turmoil in Kyoto. I don’t know how many princes and nobles died in that coup. In the end, His Majesty the Emperor firmly controlled the situation and bloodbathed countless royal and noble families. Miraculously, he still maintained His Majesty's trust in him, but this official became bigger and bigger.
But Fan Xian still couldn't understand what kind of family property would actually kill him and make his father invite someone from the most terrifying Overwatch Council in Kyoto to be his teacher.
"I understand that someone will definitely want to kill me in the future, so the teacher taught me to use poison because he is actually afraid that I will be poisoned to death."
"Yes, there are many ways to kill people, but the most convenient and the least noticeable method is to use poison." Fei Jie put his hand on the top of his head and touched it twice, "My task is to I will teach you these aspects of knowledge within this year, and ensure that no one will be able to poison your food in the future, and poison you to death."
"Why now? A few years ago, I wasn't afraid that people would poison me to death." Some questions had to be asked clearly, so Fan Xian didn't care about making the other party realize that he was mature beyond his age, and continued to ask.
Fei Jie smiled, but there was something indescribably sinister in his smile: "Because Earl Sinan's concubine just gave birth to a son last month, which means that you already have an extra competitor in the Earl's Mansion. And that concubine happened to be related to some people in the Overwatch Council. Your father was worried that something might happen to you, and it was inconvenient to send someone to protect you for a long time, because that would make you surface prematurely, so he arranged I'll teach you."
Fan Xian noticed that Fei Jie used two titles, Earl Sinan and Father.
"I'm an illegitimate child." Fan Xian smiled sweetly. "According to the laws of this country, I should not be eligible to inherit my father's title. My concubine shouldn't be too worried about me."
"In this world, what can you say for sure?" Fei Jie replied casually, "Although the five masters have been secretly protecting you, it is impossible for him to be your nanny after all. The poison in the food can't kill him, but he can. Killing you so easily. And you don't know how many people will die with you if you die."
Fan Xian became more and more confused, thinking to himself what kind of power his father, whom he had never met in person, possessed in secret. It was obviously much greater than the power and ability that an earl could have.
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In the twilight of the morning, Fei Jie took his little hand and walked towards Danzhou City. Two shadows, one tall and one short, fell on the ground and stretched into two long sections. Fei Jie took a look at his pale little face: " In fact, the dead are the least scary."
"yes."
"Don't use that kind of zhenqi to control your emotions in the future. People's emotions cannot be properly vented. Even if the domineering zhenqi in your body is really cultivated to the peak, it will only become a monster that can only kill people."
"Yes." Fan Xian obediently dissipated the true energy in his body, and no longer forcibly controlled his fear and nausea of dead bodies.
At this moment, Fei Jie suddenly said: "You still have a piece of rotten intestine in your sleeve, are you going to go home and braise it?"
"Ah!" A child's scream and a bad teacher's sinister laughter came from the quiet country road.