Holding a green bamboo staff in his hand.
Blinking at him.
"Where did this little fellow come from? There are many sharpened bamboo roots in the bamboo forest, it would be troublesome if you fell and got hurt!" Meng Huo thought he was seeing things and felt it was extraordinary. As he spoke, he ran towards the barefooted young child.
Meng Qiu found it odd that their secluded bamboo forest on the back mountain was rarely visited by others; only the lowly-cultivated descendants of the Meng Family would dig for spirit bamboo shoots to eat. How did this five or six-year-old child appear here?
"Could it be a ghost or a specter?"
When Meng Qiu took another look at the child, he saw that the child was full of vigor and not at all panicked, which was unlike ordinary children. Startled, he hurriedly called out to Meng Huo, "Little brother, come back!"
"Big brother?"
Meng Huo stopped and turned to look at his older brother.
