My whole family time-traveled! I became a god during my exile in a famine.

Chapter 124 Couldn't Hold Back

That was quite a fall; I have no idea how it happened.

All that was heard was a sharp crack in the darkness, and the man clutched his leg and screamed like a pig being slaughtered; it turned out he had broken his leg.

Xin Nian stood expressionlessly to the side, glancing at the man rolling around on the ground before her gaze fell on the thin, frail siblings with disheveled hair.

Her older sister was about the same age as her, and her younger brother was about ten years old. He was as thin as a monkey and looked smaller than seven-year-old Xin Mohan.

Xin Nian raised an eyebrow and looked around. This group of people should also be from villages near Heng County who had fled to Wan'an Prefecture.

Although they looked dirty from their long journey, they didn't have any tumors on their faces, which suggests they have some sense and didn't just use water from rivers or ponds.

They were young and old, carrying bedding, hoes, and farm tools, and their faces showed signs of exhaustion.

The men, who had been terrified by the ghostly Sixth Sister earlier, shouted gruffly, "Little girl, who are you? Standing here in the middle of the night, you know you're going to scare people to death?"

Xin Nian asked them kindly, "How wide was the fog as you traveled here?"

An old man coughed a few times and waved his hand, "There was no fog before. It was fine yesterday when it rained. I don't know why, but the fog started to come on just two hours ago."

“Grandpa,” Xin Nian took a few steps closer to him, “Are you having an asthma attack? Come sit down here. I’m a doctor, let me take your pulse.”

The farmer, who was helping the old man, nodded gratefully to her and helped his father sit down on a stone. "Thank you, young lady. Thank you, young lady."

Xin Nian took the old man's pulse and smiled, "It's nothing serious. He's having a little trouble breathing, probably due to the fog. Plus, the long walk has made him a bit tired. But you're in good health, sir. You used to be a good farmer, didn't you?"

The old man laughed heartily, coughed twice, and nodded. "I used to be able to push a cart and plow the fields for three to five hours straight without getting tired, but now I'm too old for that."

Xin Nian took out a homemade cough syrup and had the old man put it under his tongue. "Grandpa, you're in great spirits. May I ask, how fast did you feel the fog was moving along the way?"

"Quite fast." The old man and his son nodded after a moment's thought.

"There wasn't such a large fog two hours ago. As I walked, I didn't realize that everything in front of me was fog."

"And look, young lady, this fog is actually slowly moving forward," the old man said, pointing to the thin layer of fog.

The mist was originally several feet away from where he was sitting, but now, as he spoke, it had moved forward by about half a foot.

Xin Nian rested her chin on her hand, seemingly lost in thought.

"Hey young lady, how far is it to Wan'an Prefecture? Is there anyone still living in Wan'an Prefecture?" the middle-aged woman, covered in sweat, asked.

"Yes, about thirty li."

"Thirty li!" The crowd wailed.

"It's still thirty li away. Let's go, let's hurry up."

"Oh dear, I really can't walk anymore."

"Let's hurry up. If we dawdle any longer, the fog will roll in again, making it even harder to walk."

Xin Nian looked at the man who had spoken, "What's your feeling?"

"Hey." The man, carrying his bedding, bent over halfway, looking dejected and unwilling to speak.

The same old farmer kindly remarked, "I don't know if there's something wrong with the fog, but after walking for a while, I feel heavy, my legs feel unsteady, and I feel weak all over."

Xin Nian nodded thoughtfully, "Then we should leave quickly."

It seems that although the fog has not yet formed toxins, long-term exposure will still have some negative effects.

The group trudged forward slowly, each person seemingly on the verge of exhaustion. Xin Nian looked at the brother and sister who were scrambling and rolling to gather their belongings on the ground, gritting their teeth as they followed.

The second uncle, who had lost his leg, was still crawling on the ground, but the siblings didn't even glance at him and walked around him.

"Tian Xiaorui, you jinx!" A curse came from the thin mist.

It must have been the last few members of their group who finally caught up.

Xin Nian noticed the little girl's body tense up and instinctively hugged her younger brother tightly.

The woman emerged from the mist and, in a very unseemly manner, took off her shoe and slapped her on the head. "Tian Xiaorui, you brat, are you deaf?! I've been calling you from behind, and you just pretended not to hear me?"

"You want to rebel right after your father died! Do you really want your brother and me to die so that you two poisonous siblings can seize the family property?"

As she spoke, the woman reached out and began to pull at the package hanging on Tian Xiaorui's shoulder, her tone extremely aggressive, "Give it to me now. You brat, your father is dead, and I'm in charge of this family now."

The boy stepped forward and grabbed the woman's wrist, shouting, "You bad woman, you're not allowed to hit my sister!"

"You little fool, you dare to lay a hand on me? You're asking for it!" The woman was burly and strong, easily taking on two opponents.

Then a five or six-year-old boy suddenly appeared behind her. He was quite fierce and rushed up to bite her calf.

The siblings were forced to retreat step by step by the mother and son.

Xin Nian looked down at herself and raised her hand to compare her height with that of the little girl.

She was about the same age as her, about 158 ​​cm tall, shorter than her, very thin, with a dark face, but her eyes were surprisingly bright.

Even when the burly woman grabbed her by the collar and whipped her with the sole of her shoe, the little girl didn't utter a sound, only tightly protecting her younger brother in her arms.

Xin Nian wasn't one to meddle in other people's business, but she still forcefully pulled her foot back after raising it.

I couldn't resist!
If you can't hold back, then you don't need to hold back anymore.

That damned woman! A scholar can be killed but not humiliated. Why did she hit her on the head with the sole of her shoe?
Xin Nian kicked the woman, knocking her to the ground.

Then they pulled the fierce brat off the skinny little girl's legs and threw him face-first onto the ground.

The shrewish woman immediately let out a wailing scream, rushed over and picked up her son, cursing him with foul language, "Tian Xiaorui, you damned jinx, how dare you hit my son?"

Xin Nian didn't bother to give her another chance to speak, and kicked her with her little feet, making the woman roll on the ground and wail in pain.

Tian Xiaorui gripped the bundle on her shoulder tightly, hugging her younger brother's thin body, her expression showing a mixture of fear and uncertainty.

The fierce woman clutched her head, her screams turning into pleas for mercy. In just a short span of time, she was terrified.

Tian Xiaorui hurriedly bowed to Xin Nian while hugging her younger brother, then pulled her brother away and ran, not daring to look at her disheveled stepmother.

In her memory, her stepmother had always been arrogant and domineering since giving birth to her younger brother, and she had never seen her so disheveled.

"Sister, is Father really dead?"

Tian Xiaorui lowered her head, met her brother's confused gaze, and wiped away her tears. "Don't be afraid, from now on, we sisters will depend on each other."

Xin Nian teleported back to the government office, closed the door, and took out a small glass bottle to hold up to the lamplight.

After shining the light on it for a while, I noticed that the thin mist in the small bottle seemed to have deepened a bit.

She instantly teleported to Xiao Jinzhi's bedside.

Zhu Yan, who was on night watch, was nearly scared out of his wits...