Xie Wu went down the mountain to play, and met a child wearing tattered cloth. At first, he just saw him as pitiful, took him to eat a few full meals, and gave him a few taels of silver when he went up the mountain. But who knew that the child relied on him, crying and shouting not to abandon him, but to recognize him as his master. Xie Wu had no choice but to take him up the mountain, and the fate was formed...
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