Chapter 122: One Hundred and Eighteen: Star, Moon,

Coral, Rhinoceros

Translator: 549690339

Mi Bai didn’t know how he was brought back to Qingfeng Bank. Whether drunk or panicked, he staggered back to his room, a narrow space that could only accommodate a bed, a desk, and a wardrobe.

His contract with Qingfeng Bank was not for life, implying he retained considerable freedom. However, due to his non-permanent status, he received the lowest salary among the scribes and enjoyed the poorest living conditions.

But he didn’t feel bitter about living in such a shabby shack for three years. For a child who had begun fending for himself at the tender age of ten, this small room with a bed and a desk was practically heaven.

But he knew this might be his last night here because he had already decided to

flee tonight.

He planned to take those children to another city to earn a living. Calligraphy and painting were his only means of survival. If he were to become a tool for producing replica artworks, he would rather die.

Lying on the bed, Mi Bai remembered the deceitful face of Feng Dezheng, regretting that he hadn’t seen through him earlier.

At midnight, the sleeping Mi Bai suddenly opened his eyes. Like an alert black cat, he rolled out of bed without making a sound.

He slung the pre-prepared package over his shoulder and embarked on his

escape.

His room was in the backyard of Qingfeng Bank, while the guards would be stationed at the gates of the front yard before midnight. Therefore, as long as he didn’t make any noise, he could easily leave.

Feng Dezheng would never suspect that the scribe, who had acted like a puppet at the dining table, would have the courage to escape that very night. The inebriated shopkeeper didn’t even leave a word for the guards, allowing him to quietly open the gate and slip out.

The streets were deserted at midnight, with only the bright moon hung up high. The chill wind blowing against Mi Bai’s face made him shudder. He pulled himself together, planning first to go to the deserted temple to gather the children, and then leave the city overnight.

Mi Bai hurried along, he failed to notice the two pairs of eyes

brother really is a prophetic

he is. A real prophetic wonder,” Zhang Kuo mumbled in agreement, his nasal voice altered by a bandaged

was not someone easily manipulated. He thought that Feng Dezheng, as the steward of Qingfeng Bank, wouldn’t let someone slip away under his watch. Asking Zhang Kuo and Wen Wei to squat and keep an eye

be so incompetent that he couldn’t even keep an

and grab him

silhouette of Mi Bai disappear into the

Wei sinisterly

deal with it once they leave the

worn and dusty, reached the deserted temple, the children had already curled up in one corner and fallen asleep. Only Yang Fan, hearing the noise, alertly grabbed a wooden stick

Mi Bai, he hurriedly asked, “Big Brother Bai,

seen such urgency on Mi Bai’s face

city tonight.” Even in such a critical situation, Mi Bai’s

sleeping children. The older ones, suddenly awoken, didn’t cry or create any

Ya, Mi Bai led

out of the city.

Xiling was a trade city without fixed walls. Otherwise, how could this young man sneak out

was said to be a female Bodhisattva there who

that once they reached Clear Water

in fear of

group snuck out of the city in the dark, and when crossing an old temple, about a dozen strong men rushed out

Mi Bai’s heart tightened. He recognized Zhang Kuo, the gang leader

Qingfeng Bank but

has nothing to do with these children,” Mi Bai said resolutely, locking his gaze with Zhang

a burly figure behind him. Wen Wei glanced at the children

supposed to watch over Mi Bai had let him slip away. As soon as they asked around, they would find

the profits with Shopkeeper Feng would naturally come to nothing. Although Wen Wei wasn’t very intelligent, he understood such

city dwellers were just good at taking

to the children, “I’ve implicated

Righteous Gang over the years,

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