I was spotted by the heroines while doing the quick-travel mission.

In the next few days, the boy applied medicine to Yang Liu, and also begged for food bit by bit. At first, he was afraid that Yang Liu would despise him, but he found that Yang Liu didn't care at all and was very grateful to him. For Yang Liu, there was nothing more uncomfortable than being hungry when he was preparing to survive, and it was not considered that he couldn't swallow.

During this time, Yang Liu recovered slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye under the effect of the ointment produced by the system. However, her legs were still numb. According to the system's diagnosis, it would be almost impossible for her to stand up again without the system's intervention and with the medical methods of this world.

During these few days of getting along with the young boy, Yang Liu got a small amount of information, such as that they were in a small country called Yuanzhao, and they were in Yu'an, the most prosperous capital of Yuanzhao.

The place where they were staying now was a dilapidated Taoist temple in the suburbs outside the city. It was abandoned because it was extremely secluded and remote and had lost its incense.

This Taoist temple is backed by a desolate hill, and on the other side is a mass grave of corpses. In front of it is a mossy stream, which looks particularly desolate. It is said that it was once a very effective Taoist temple, with many gods worshipped. However, the years are ruthless, and coupled with human destruction, it has become dilapidated and the incense has ceased.

Although the temple is in ruins, one can still feel its former glory from the broken carvings, mottled paint and faded statues. Now it has become a shelter for beggars.

The young boy who was with her, after chatting with her, turned out to be about the same age as Yang Liu is now, twelve years old, still a child.

With nothing to do, Yang Liu thought of this body and asked the system, but was told that it was impossible to query any information about a marginal NPC who was not even a passerby. The most that could be found was only what could be scanned by the body itself, such as age, or a name mentioned in the book.

Those NPCs who had nothing to do with the mission and were not even considered passers-by were like the most broken leaves in autumn, falling to the ground and no one cared. After their death, they seemed to be forgotten by the world, leaving only a name, which might be mentioned by others.

Her original name was Yaochun, she was fourteen years old, an age that is only a junior high school student in modern society. However, in this feudal dynasty that regarded human life as worthless, she had been beaten to death and thrown into a mass grave like an abandoned rag doll.

Yang Liu frowned, this matter was like a dark cloud hanging over her heart. Apart from the age and name, there was no other information about this body. She wanted to avenge this body, but found that she had no way to start.

Yang Liu lay on a simple "mat" made of grass, her voice revealing endless unwillingness, and she felt sad for her original self.

She wanted to avenge the child, thinking that since she had taken over the body, the pain must have been borne by her. She was a vengeful person, and if she could do it, no matter what, she should try, even if it was just to let the child rest in peace.

After all, the pain was real. It was hard to imagine how much pain and what a miserable state this child was in before she died.

"Is it really impossible to check?" Yang Liu asked again without giving up.

[Yes, host.] The system replied in a brief and cold voice, without any warmth or emotion.

Just as Yang Liu was daydreaming, the young boy pushed open the door of the dilapidated Taoist temple and walked in, holding two or three large white steamed buns in his arms. They looked very clean and didn't look like the leftovers from others that he had begged for.

He spread out the big white steamed bun in his arms, his lips showing unconcealed joy. He muttered that he had met a kind-hearted young lady who bought him big white flour steamed buns and gave him a lot of silver. He bought her two doses of medicine, hoping that Yang Liu would get better.

Yang Liu looked at his delighted expression and laughed a little. She took the cleanest white bun handed to her by the young boy and stared at it in a daze for a long time.

This child is so gentle. She gives priority to a stranger with all the good things and takes good care of her, but on the surface she really doesn't seem to have anything to gain.

"Why aren't you eating?" The young boy looked at Yang Liu in a daze and asked worriedly.

Yang Liu came back to her senses and forced a smile, "Thank you, you have taken care of me these days, and I didn't even know your name." She took a bite of the steamed bun and chewed it slowly.

"I don't have a name, you can call me whatever you want." The young boy waved his hand nonchalantly and sat aside to eat a steamed bun.

The steamed buns were not as delicious as when they were just out of the pot, but both of them were very satisfied.

Yang Liu thought for a moment and asked the boy jokingly, "Why don't you just follow me? If you accept me as your sister, I will take care of you and make you happy in the future."

"Okay~" The young boy was stunned for a moment after hearing her inexplicable question, but still agreed with a smile. He knew it was just a joke. After all, Yang Liu was in her current state. Not to mention eating delicious food and drinking spicy drinks, it would be lucky for her not to starve to death.

Seeing the boy agreed, Yang Liu thought carefully about what name to give the child. After thinking for a while, he thought of a good name and said with a smile: "My name is Yang Liu, Liu as in the dark and bright. You should follow my surname, Yang Zhao, Zhao as in the bright as the sun and stars. What do you think?"

When the young boy heard the name, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and he stared at Yang Liu without blinking. His eyes were a little scary, as if he wanted to see a hint of falsehood and joking in her face, but Yang Liu's eyes were too sincere and clear, so he said hesitantly, "Okay." He knew it was just a coincidence, and the person in front of him couldn't possibly know that he was a member of the Yang family.

It's just a coincidence that my last name is Yang, that's all.

Young boy, no, from today on, I will call you Yang Zhao. His real name is Yang Yuzhou. He was originally the legitimate son of the Yang family in the general's mansion. But when he went on a long journey with his mother, he went to a temple that was said to be very effective to burn incense and pray for blessings. On the way back, he encountered bandits. His mother was killed by the sword. All the servants were scattered, but he escaped by rolling down the cliff. After going through untold hardships to rush back to the city, he learned that the whole mansion was executed for treason. He was ragged and tattered, like a little beggar, and then he mixed into the crowd and saw his father kneeling on the execution platform with his own eyes. His father easily found him, staring at him and signaling him not to make any sound or move. He choked and couldn't make a sound. The crowd started to talk about how his father was arrested, what crime he was charged with, and how ugly the words were. But his father never thought of treason.

He stood in the crowd, watching his father's head fall to the ground. In an instant, he had no relatives in this world anymore, and he had to face the possibility of endless pursuit...

The head fell to the ground and rolled, and happened to look at him. He seemed to be frightened by the bloody scene and sat back, screaming and backing away with his hands and feet. He was surrounded by laughter, some saying that this little beggar was timid, some saying that he was exaggerating, and some saying that he was a child who dared to join in the fun, he might as well go beg for food. He seemed to be unable to listen to these, crawled to his feet, covered his ears and stumbled out of the crowd.

He was very scared and sad, tears fell from his eyes and he wiped them away. He was at a loss about what to do in the future, and could only run aimlessly. The abuse from behind could not stop him. Gradually he ran out of the city, and the sky was dark. He had to rest in a dilapidated Taoist temple, hiding in a corner and crying silently. But before this, their family was so happy, how could it change in the blink of an eye?

The recollection was interrupted by Yang Liu's voice.

"A Zhao, how about I call you this from now on?" Although Yang Liu was still lying down, she tilted her head and smiled at Yang Zhao.

Why is this kid always in a daze? Is he worried about something? Yang Liu thought.

"Okay, you can call me whatever you want, sister." Yang Zhao nodded and agreed with a smile. After all, they were both down and out, so it would be good for them to take care of each other.

The sun set in the sky, and the rays of light fell on them, which was actually somewhat warm and melted the mist in Yang Zhao's heart a little bit.

Yang Zhao finally reacted and immediately went to look for firewood to make a fire. The Taoist temple became much brighter, and the light reflected on the faces of the two people was particularly warm. The night was the territory of wild beasts, so a fire was indispensable.

Next, Yang Zhao helped Yang Liu clean the wound and apply medicine as usual, and the day passed peacefully.

Yang Liu thought about it and called out Yang Zhao.

"A Zhao." Yang Liu looked at Yang Zhao, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

"Hmm? Sister, you say it." Yang Zhao was not used to the call for a while, but still responded.

Yang Liu hesitated but still said, "There is a box buried under the Sophora japonica tree at the place where you brought me back before tomorrow. Go and get it for me." She had actually been planning to give the things the system gave her to A Zhao. After all, it was really inconvenient and she was unable to do it now. This was one of the reasons why she regarded A Zhao as her brother. If she really could no longer stand in this world, she would definitely need a left and right arm. But this would not explain how she got the things.

After all, they had been eating and living together for the past few days, so they knew exactly what was there. In the end, they let the system bury the things directly under the tree that she leaned against when she first came to this world.

"Okay." Yang Zhao nodded and didn't ask any more questions. He felt that this sister he had picked up for free had many secrets, but since she didn't tell him, he didn't feel comfortable asking.

"Thank you." Yang Liu said thank you subconsciously.

Yang Zhao poked the fire with a branch to make it burn brighter. He picked up the half-dry steamed bun and started to eat it in a calm tone. "Sister, you don't need to thank me. Since we are going to be a family, this is what I should do."

Yang Liu listened and smiled, but she was too reserved, so she responded seriously: "Sister said she would take you to eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks, and she will definitely do so."

The sky is already dark and filled with stars. If nothing goes wrong tomorrow will be a sunny day.

Maybe the future is bright, but Yang Liu doesn't think so, because of this difficult start, she really doesn't know how to complete this crappy task. She has been in this world for almost half a month, not only does she not know which part of the plot is, and how far the hero and heroine have progressed, she has not even heard the hero and heroine's face, or even their names, all wasted on recuperation. But at least until now, she has not heard the system prompt that the task has failed.

In response to this, Yang Liu could only laugh, secretly cursing the shitty system in his heart, calling it a useless piece of shit.