The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 832 The culprit
A ray of morning light shone obliquely on Ariel's face.

The light that shone through his eyelids awakened his consciousness.

His eyelids fluttered and he finally woke up.

This is a strange but warm room.

There was a soft bed beneath him, and he was covered with a thick quilt with a large floral pattern.

Yaril, who had slept in a yurt since childhood, found this scene strange and new. He sat up and wanted to take a closer look, but felt dizzy.

What was even stranger was that he could feel a strange and powerful force surging in his body...

He didn't know how to control it yet, he just felt the force rushing straight to his head, causing him to cry out in pain and fall into the quilt with his head in his hands.

At this moment, there was a "pop" sound on the head and he was hit lightly.

No, it was like something jumped over his head.

"what!"

Ariel looked up and saw a palm-sized, white thing. It jumped to the door with a grunt, nimbly opened the crack, and ran out in the blink of an eye.

"what is this?"

Before I could recover from my shock, a strong fragrance rushed in through the crack in the door.

The aroma of the perfectly stewed mutton, mixed with the spicy aroma of various spices, made him salivate.

How long has it been since he had eaten such delicious food?

Can't remember some clearly.

Even if you graze on the grassland and live with cattle and sheep every day, killing sheep and eating meat is a luxury.

Grandpa is old, and it is not easy to raise Ariel to this age, so how can I ask for more?
Ariel felt a pain in his heart when he thought of his grandfather.

Tears suddenly welled up in my eyes and I couldn't stop them.

"Ouch, what's wrong?"

The door was pushed open and a friendly-looking lady walked in. At her feet was the white shadow, jumping and following her all the way.

"I heard from Huahua that you woke up."

The aunt came over and without any greeting, she placed her hand, which was filled with the aroma of bread, on Ariel's head to feel it carefully.

"I'm fine, no fever."

Ariel's face flushed.

He had never had a mother, and this gentle and familiar action could almost only be imagined. But now it was actually happening to him, making him a little uncomfortable for a moment.

But looking at the way this lady is dressed, she doesn't look like someone from Mobei.

The white thing next to him jumped onto the quilt, and two round eyes popped out from its furry head, staring straight at Ariel.

He was startled by the stare and shrank back.

"Don't be afraid, this is Huahua." The aunt laughed.

"Huahua... is it Cauliflower Ghost?"

Ariel recalled the big snow-white cauliflower that he occasionally saw at the market with his grandfather, but he didn't see it often and could only vaguely remember that it seemed to be somewhat similar in shape.

As a result, "Huahua" was so angry that she jumped heavily and bounced on Yariel's head, then fell on Yariel's quilt with a "bang", leaving a shallow dent.

"Ouch!" Ariel grimaced in pain.

"Ha, who told you to say it's cauliflower? Huahua comes from a pear tree." The aunt bent over with laughter.

"Pear tree?" Yaril asked curiously.

"Oh, there are no pear blossoms in Mobei, no wonder you can't recognize them."

The aunt nodded and changed the subject.

"Okay, stop crying and come down to eat something?"

In fact, Ariel had stopped crying a long time ago. The aunt had already distracted his attention when she came in. Now he felt a little embarrassed when he talked about it, and his cheeks flushed.

Children of this age are most concerned about their reputation.

However, when he heard the word "eat", he swallowed his saliva, but still hesitated: "Grandpa said that we shouldn't eat other people's food casually..."

Before he could finish his words, his stomach growled loudly, and Ariel's face turned even redder.

The aunt just smiled and said, "Well, such a child is still so disciplined. Really, isn't it said that you Mobei people are the most casual?"

Ariel didn't know whether this was a stereotype or not, but he couldn't refute it.

I had no choice but to lower my head, stand up quietly and put on my shoes.

The shoes were soft and fitted, more comfortable than any pair he had ever worn.

When I looked down, I realized that my clothes had also been changed.

"Your clothes are stained with a lot of blood, so I changed them for you." The aunt said casually, "These are left by Xiaoer when he was a child. They are a bit old, but don't mind."

Ariel blushed and shook his head.

"Okay, come downstairs with me. Your partner is waiting for you."

partner?

Ariel walked out of the room with doubts.

As soon as I came out, I saw the sister named "Soma" sitting downstairs, eating at the table - a golden and crispy pancake and a bowl of steaming mutton soup.

She seemed to sense something, looked up at him, then waved and greeted him with a smile.

Ariel walked down the stairs in a daze.

Sitting at the table, a plate of equally golden pancakes and fragrant mutton offal soup was soon brought to him.

There were many tables and chairs nearby, but they were all empty.

There was only a young man sitting by the window. He looked white and tender like a glutinous rice dumpling. He was drinking by himself early in the morning and his face was red from drinking.

Outside the wide-open window, the morning light poured in and pear blossoms fluttered everywhere.

Ariel had never seen a place like it.

But he knew that this was definitely not Mobei.

"Where are we now?" Ariel asked, "Where are my sister and grandfather?"

Soma shook his head: "I was here when I woke up, but the seniors were gone..."

Ariel lowered his head and took a bite of the biscuit.

It is crispy and soft, making a light crunchy sound on the tip of the tongue.

Then try the mutton offal soup, the soup base is rich, spicy and fragrant, and the meat pieces are so soft and tender that they melt in a sip.

He had never eaten anything so delicious before, so he took a bite of the pancake and a sip of soup and wolfed them down.

"Eat slowly, don't choke. You look like a starving ghost reincarnated." The auntie joked with a smile.

Ariel didn't say anything, perhaps because the food was so delicious, or perhaps because he had something important on his mind. He just lowered his head, his eyes turning red, and ate in silence.

After finishing the last bite, he put down his bowl and chopsticks, wiped his mouth, suddenly stood up, and looked at the aunt seriously.

"Auntie, I want to know how to get to Sudan?"

The aunt was stunned for a moment: "Going to Sudan? That place is far away."

"Just tell me the direction. I'm not afraid of the distance." Ariel said stubbornly.

"It's not a question of how far it is," the aunt frowned, "it's how are you going to get there?"

"I can walk there, or... is there any caravan going there that can give me a ride?" Ariel's eyes were slightly red. "I don't have money, but I can work. I can do any hard work!"

"Caravan?" The old lady chuckled, "What caravan is there here?"

At this time, Soma, who had been eating with his head down, suddenly raised his head. His eyes were still red and swollen, as if he had just wiped away tears.

"Little boy..." she asked softly, "Why do you want to go to Sudan so much?"

Ariel was silent for a moment.

Then he raised his head, his eyes red, but his gaze was sharp and stubborn, which was rare for a young man, and he said word by word:

"Because...the person who killed my grandfather...and your sister's husband..."

"The culprit is in Sudan!"