"Whatâs happening... Why are they afraid of me..."
The little girl saw the uncles and aunts, grandpas and grandmas who usually called her Little Queâer, now filled with fear and dread toward her, and she was confused.
Was it because she killed the tiger?
But donât many of the uncles and aunts in the village also go hunting in the mountains?
Or is it because... sheâs too young to have killed the tiger?
Little Queâer remembered Grandma saying that her strength was too great, and she shouldnât show it in front of others.
She pursed her somewhat pale lips and tried to carry Grandma back to rest.
But her arm was bleeding from the bite of a fierce tiger, causing great pain, and those two punches just now seemed to have exhausted all her strength.
Yet, she still endured the pain, gritting her teeth as she carried Grandma back to the small room and placed her on the bed.
"Huff... huff..."
Little Queâer panted heavily, wiped the sweat off her forehead, rested for a moment, then found a piece of cloth to bandage her arm wound.
Although she had seen old people in the village pass away, Grandma said it was like sleeping, only... she wouldnât wake up anymore.
She hoped that Grandma would wake up, continuously calling out, but seeing Grandma not respond at all, she brought over the leftover food to feed her.
Seeing Grandma not eat, she remembered when they visited Auntie Li who was seriously ill, and Grandma said to drink porridge when not feeling well.
Then the little girl started to make a fire to cook porridge.
Usually, she helped out with cooking, being quite skilled, but now she was anxious, wanting to cook the porridge quickly, so she lay on the stove, blowing on the fire constantly, making her little face red and covered in soot.
After a long time, the little girl saw that the porridge seemed done, but too impatient, she directly grabbed the clay pot with her hands, making her fair little hands scalding red.
Afraid of spilling the porridge, she could only endure the heat, gently placing the clay pot aside, then with reddened eyes, blowing her little hands, and pinching her small ears.
After a while, she found a towel, dampened it, and carefully carried the clay pot to the bedside, shaking Grandmaâs body, saying with a sobbing voice: "Grandma, drink the porridge..."
But no matter how she fed, Grandma wouldnât eat, showing no response at all.
For a moment, a huge sense of fear washed over her, leaving the little girl bewildered, at a loss.
"Little Queâer..."
She did not know how much time had passed when suddenly a slightly old voice came from outside.
The little girl snapped back to reality, got up, opened the door, and walked out of the shabby wooden house to see an old man and a middle-aged woman.
"Grandpa Wang, Auntie Wang..."
Little Queâer wiped away her tears, her voice choked as she called out.
The two were initially a bit fearful, but seeing the pitiable look of the little girl before them, indescribable complex emotions surged within them.
"Auntie Wang... Grandma wonât wake up..."
The little girl continued speaking, choking on her words.
The two exchanged a glance, then entered the wooden house with Little Queâer, taking a look at Grandma Li on the bed, who showed no signs of life. Auntie Wang sighed and softly said: "Little Queâer, Grandma Li has already passed away..."
In fact, before they came, they guessed that Grandma Li was likely dead.
After all, she was already old and was knocked around by the Demon Beast, hitting her head, leaving no chance for survival.
Thinking about how Grandma Liâs family died at the hands of the Demon Beast early on, and now she herself died at the hands of the Demon Beast, the two couldnât help but sigh in their hearts.
"Dead..."
The little girl listened to this word, both familiar and extremely unfamiliar, her expression blank while she pursed her small lips, her eyes bloodshot.
"Little Queâer, although you dealt with the Demon Beast, the village is grateful... but..."
After a while, the old man told the little girl the purpose of their visit.
Many villagers had seen and heard about Little Queâer killing the Demon Beast, believing she was a monster, extremely dangerous, wanting to report to the government and the Immortal Master.
Though some villagers thought Little Queâer was obedient and sensible, staying in the village might protect the villageâs safety.
But after much deliberation among the villagers, they decided to expel Little Queâer from the village to avoid bringing disaster and trouble to the village.
"Leave the village..."
Although Grandma spoke to her about the town, hearing about leaving the village still left her bewildered.
Seeing the indirect sympathy, pity, yet hints of fear and reverence in Grandpa Wang and Auntie Wangâs eyes, Little Queâer nodded blankly.
I was originally an orphan; Grandma adopted and raised me, and the village was good to me too.
Now Brother is not here.
Grandma is also gone, and they donât want me in the village.
Then... Iâll just leave.
Little Queâer silently thought, and at that moment, she seemed to grow up a lot.
"Grandma Li has passed away, and the village will arrange for her burial..."
Auntie Wang continued, her voice sighing.
Grandma Li was well respected in the village, her late husband was a famous hunter in the village, having gained much goodwill.
The older child they adopted was favored by the Immortal and taken away for Cultivation.
Otherwise, many in the village would have believed Little Queâer to be a monster and wanted to report to the government and the Immortal Master to take her away.
Only these two dared to take the risk to check on the little girlâs situation and inform her of these things.
"Mm."
Little Queâer nodded blankly, knowing that when some old people in the village sleep and donât wake up, there would be a funeral.
She just didnât expect Grandmaâs funeral to come so soon. .
"Little Queâer, there are some dry rations in here, you can keep them to eat on the way, and if you donât know where to go, you can go to the town..."
Looking at the bewildered and helpless Little Queâer, Auntie Wang sighed again, handing her a ready-prepared bundle.
"Thank you, Auntie Wang..."
The little girl took the bulging bundle, then lifted her small head, quietly said: "I still want to watch Grandmaâs funeral to the end."