Chapter 536: Someone Brought the Child

A Mu looked very agitated; at this moment she could confirm one thing: the two men who came to the house asking for water were them, with their dark faces, indeed!

A Mu, calm down.

Nan Qinghuan and Ying have already confirmed that it was these two men who took the child.

But where is their child? At this moment Nan Qinghuan truly does not know how to face everything ahead; without the child she feels her heart empty, the pain of life‑and‑death separation tangled in her heart.

It tears her heart, piece by piece tormenting her and causing her pain.

"Qinghuan, Ying, they took the child, but where is the child? Where is the child?"

A Mu kept shouting where the child is; Ying hurried forward and softly comforted, "A Mu, the child is searching."

"Searching—where exactly will they send it? We hold no grudge against those two; why would they take our child, why?"

Ji Lei knows they are sad, but some things must be said!

"Ying, this is what I found on the dead person; take a look."

Soon, Ji Lei produced a strange Sea Conch and handed it to Ying; seeing the Sea Conch, Ying was a bit puzzled, as such conches were once used as currency for exchange.

"We cannot know their true identities. This is just a Sea Conch from the shore, nothing else. Can you find any other clues around?"

"Nothing else; my people are searching for the child."

"I'll also go find the child; I'm going right now. Tell me where you discovered them; my child is waiting for me to find them, definitely there."

"Oumu, don't act rashly, I…"

"The child is back."

Suddenly, a voice of the ancestors sounded from not far away, and immediately they saw several tribe members rushing here, each carrying a child.

"Goddess, the child has been found."

What, found? Nan Qinghuan ran wildly toward them as if mad; when she saw the two tiny children asleep, her heart pounded, and as she held them her body trembled.

Found them, they are indeed her children.

"Beibei, Mengmeng…"

Tears streamed from her, and Ying stepped forward, tightly hugging one child; overjoyed he wept and kissed Beibei's forehead, then asked excitedly, "What on earth happened?"

"They rescued the child; you quickly tell us how you discovered the child?"

They were a middle‑aged couple, dressed in rags; the woman gave an awkward smile, "Mayor, it happened like this: we went out to chop wood today and heard what seemed like a child crying in the grass. We hurried over, and it turned out to be two children, so we picked them up. Fortunately the nearby wild beasts only come out at night, otherwise the children would have been in danger."

"Thank you, I, Nan Qinghuan, have no way to repay you; I bow to you."

"Ah, Goddess, please don't do that. If we had known they were your children, we would have brought them over early. Later the two children were starving and crying helplessly; I sent my husband to the town to buy some milk, and he heard that your children were lost. They were twins, a dragon‑phoenix pair, and we happened to find them, so we brought them to you. Are they your children?"

"Yes, they are my children. Thank you, that's wonderful."

"Goddess, don't thank us. If it weren't for you, we would have starved long ago."

No one expected that the couple had created a haven here, allowing the tribe to live peacefully and prosper, and they also received blessings.

The child was sent back; the tiny child, unaware of what had happened, suddenly woke up and wailed, Waa— and cried loudly, until seeing the mother's sweet milk, then stopped crying.

That day, Nan Qinghuan and Ying stayed by the child's side, not leaving an inch.

They fed the child until it was full.

In the evening, the Totem's Bonfire party was in full swing.

Inside the house, a lamp shone like a bean.

The two children that Nan Qinghuan had brought back were already full; Beibei fell asleep, Mengmeng still wanted to play with her mother, eyes wide as she looked at her mother, and even smiled.

At that moment, Nan Qinghuan's heart melted.

She kissed the child's forehead, reached out and held the little hand affectionately.

"Mengmeng, my Mengmeng, mother will never leave you again, never again."

"Qinghuan…"

Outside, Ying brought a bowl of tea; seeing how Nan Qinghuan was reluctant to part with the child, he hurried forward, sighed, "It's all right now; I promise such things won't happen again, the child won't be stolen again."

Hearing this, Nan Qinghuan lifted her head and met his gaze; her eyes gradually shifted from tender to cold, "Have we clarified the identities of those two men?"

Although the child returned, she never forgot this; the kidnapping could not have been random, it was premeditated.

She must uncover that person, so she can know who intends to harm them.

Dare to steal her child—seeking death? Hearing her, Ying nodded, "We found a circular Totem on them; they must be from the Baiqi Tribe. I've already sent Yao to compare with captured Baiqi Tribe members—adult men all bear the tribal Totem, a circle."

"Baiqi Tribe?"

Nan Qinghuan clenched her teeth and tightened her fist; that damn tribe again. It seems there can be no peace between them; she now has a grudge against the Baiqi Tribe!

"Yes, Baiqi Tribe. Rest assured, I won't let them go. Qinghuan, you're tired; give the child to A Mu and the ancestors, go see the Totem; A Le and the others are waiting for you."

Ying knew she didn't want to leave the child now, but they were waiting for Qinghuan; if she didn't go, the Totem would be left unattended.

Nan Qinghuan originally didn't want to go, but thinking that the Totem was unjustly blamed today, she felt she should go take a look.

"Fine, we'll send the child to A Mu, but when we return I'll take them back; now I don't want the child to leave my side even for a step."

She now doesn't want to part with the child, nor endure the pain of losing the child again; that would be too cruel for her.

Ying stepped forward and lifted Beibei; the little one woke up as soon as he was lifted, Waa— and began crying.

No matter how Ying coaxed, he couldn't soothe him.

"Beibei, be good, Daddy's hug…"

The once wild man had become a dad now; Nan Qinghuan found it funny, "He must have peed, look?"

"Peeed?"

Yes, when a child pees they cry because it's uncomfortable. Indeed, Ying's big hand reached toward the butt, and his nose immediately caught a foul smell.

He squinted slightly, feeling the hand was warm; when he looked, his hand was covered in golden poop.

The child had soiled.