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Chapter 1097: Chu Qi And The Little Princess Were Meant To Live
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Chu Qi And The Little Princess Were Meant To Live
The hunter was not a timid person. He hunted all year round and had been making a living deep within the mountains. He was much more courageous than most people were. However, this sudden turn of events had frightened him greatly.
He wanted to make a run for it.
However, something caught him around the leg.
He struggled with all his might but could not be free of it. This had frightened him so much that his heart was about to jump out of his body.
!!Could he have b.u.mped into a ghost?!
The hunter was about to scream in fear, but before he could make a sound, he heard a very weak voice saying continuously, “Help…help her…”
The hunter was stunned. If this was a ghost, how could it be asking him for help?
At the thought of this, he braced himself and turned to face whatever it was.
He lowered his head only to see a man covered in blood lying next to his feet.
From the man’s face, he could tell that he was very young,
From what could still be seen from the man’s face, he could vaguely tell that he was very young. The corner of his eyes were covered in blood, but aside from that, there were no other wounds.
The hunter suddenly held his breath because the man was holding a baby tight in his arms.
It could be because he was hugging the baby too tightly, that there seemed to be something wrong with the baby’s face.
The hunter was astonished as he quickly crouched down to try pulling apart the young man’s hand.
However, he refused to let go even though he was only partly conscious.
The hunter got anxious and he quickly cajoled gently, “Young man, you should let go. If you continue to hold on so tight, the baby might die. Don’t worry, I’m not a bad person. I’m a hunter from these mountains. You’re considered lucky to have met me here. Let me take you to get treated.”
The young man seemed to understand this and released his arms.
It was only then that the hunter was able to take the baby from him.
The baby looked quite feeble. He wondered if it was weak from hunger or was it tortured by the young man.
The hunter was a kind-hearted man. He and his wife had been married for years but had no children. The thought of suddenly having a child this way delighted him.
He was tall and big, which was why it was easy to carry the unconscious young man on his shoulder. He held the baby in one hand and his hunting tools in another, and headed home.
When he pa.s.sed the foot of the mountain, he lifted his head to glance upward.
He could not help but sigh when he saw the tall mountain walls.
His family had lived in the deep mountains for generations and no one had ever climbed up there.
It was said that this cliff was as high as a hundred feet and no one had ever climbed up, nor came down.
The trees here were thick and tall. One tree was as thick as a forest.
It could be that these two were meant to live. They were saved by the trees from the fall down.
If they had landed on the ground, they would have been severely crushed. Even if they were not crushed, they would have ended up as meals to the wild beasts.
He shook his head. It was not difficult to be carrying a person on his shoulder, but considering the young man’s wounds, he did not dare delay and quickened his steps to get home.
The hunter’s home was in a valley not far from the forest.
He had the young man on his shoulder and the baby in his arm when he soon arrived at the front door of his house.
He shouted before he walked through the door.
“I’m home, my wife.”
The hunter’s wife was in the backyard feeding the chicken. When she heard his voice, she placed the chicken feed on the side and wipe her hands on her ap.r.o.n as she walked out.
“What are you shouting for?” She was grumbling but she did not slow down in her steps.
The hunter immediately became meek and docile in front of his wife. “I just wanted help from you,” he said as he handed the baby to her. “This little baby must be really hungry. Hurry up and make some rice soup for it to drink.” He still had no idea if the baby was a boy or a girl.
