Song Yao walked into the room, her hands clenched into two fists, her nails were deeply trapped in her palms, and she clenched the flesh of her palms. Every step she took was extremely difficult, her legs were light and soft, and her knees were sore. I don’t know if it was because of high fever or fear.

"Dad, mom."

When she was about to walk to the bed, she had already identified the two figures covered by the curtain: the two old men of the Qiu family were standing horizontally on the bed, facing upwards, motionless. Two big holes were opened in front of their chests, the size of a fist, the flesh was turned outward, and the ribs were bared, like several wooden sticks inserted into their chests.

Song Yao covered her mouth tightly before she didn't scream, but tears fell from her eyes uncontrollably.

She knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times on the two bodies on the punching bed, and then carried the bag that had already fallen to the ground again on her shoulders, stood up and walked towards the door without looking back.

This time, her steps were much faster, and her drowsy mind seemed to wake up all of a sudden. There was only one thought in her mind: leave here and leave this mansion with strangeness everywhere, she wanted to live, even for the sake of the two old people. After going out, she was going to the government, she wanted to expose all the sins here, and she wanted to avenge the wronged souls who died in vain.

The bamboo shadows were solemn, like ghost hands, passing by Song Yao quickly, but she never stopped and walked all the way to the south gate. As soon as she walked out of this corridor and passed through a hanging flower door, she could see the door of the house.

Thinking of this, Song Yao felt a fire ignited in her heart and she became stronger. Although she had a moment of doubt, because she had never met anyone along the way. None of the little girls who could not sit still on the spot appeared. At this time, they should have gathered together to wash clothes and chat.

However, Song Yao didn't have time to think about it carefully. It was a blessing for her to not meet anyone. She was glad that she was too late, so how could she be distracted by it again?

While she was talking, she had already walked out of the corridor. The hanging flower door was not far away in front of her. Two painted and carved hanging lotus pillars were like a pair of buds that were about to bloom, greeting her arrival. She felt that her heart was swelling and filled with hope. The steps under her feet seemed to have become much lighter. She ran to the door quickly, took a breath, and took a step forward to the threshold.

“Swishy…Swishy…”

The sound of bamboo swaying in his ears was faint and rustling. Song Yao paused and couldn't take a step. Her feet seemed to have roots on the ground, but she could not move again.

In front of her was a bamboo forest, shrouded in milky white fog. The fog flowed, rising and falling, and it was simply a vast ocean, a vast ocean that could never get out of.

But how could there be a bamboo forest here? Moreover, this forest looks so familiar, with bamboo shoots of uneven heights growing in it, and the tips of the bamboo shoots emerged from the thick fog, like sharp sharp knives.

This is the bamboo forest where she discovered Wang'er's body.

Song Yao retreated back, rubbing the soles of her shoes against the ground, and rubbing the soles of her feet hurt. She didn't know why this happened. The forest that grew in the west of the yard seemed to have been moved over now, becoming a barrier between her and the gate of the house, preventing her from escaping from this house where there was no village in front of the village and the shop behind.

"Xiao Yao..."

A hoarse call came from behind, and Song Yao suddenly turned around: She was very familiar with this sound, but it shouldn't appear here...

There were two people standing on the other end of the corridor, although they were far apart, it was not difficult to identify, because the two large holes on their chests looked like two mouths, black and red, and were dripping blood downwards.

"Dad, mom..." Song Yao's head was a little confused. Just now, she clearly saw them lying on the bed without a trace of breath, but now, they not only could stand up, but also walked towards them swaying along the corridor.

Although their movements were a bit strange, their feet rubbed against the ground and their arms were not bent. It seemed that their bodies had been stiff after being dead for a long time.

"Xiao Yao...Xiao Yao, hurry up...he...he has already..." The two of them dragged their steps towards her, saying something in ambiguous way.

However, Song Yao could no longer hear the words afterwards. Although she was confused, her body had already made a choice. She ran forward without looking back, stepped on the wet soil and drilled into the lush bamboo forest.

Although the overlapping and upright bamboo shadows were not thick, they were combined with the flowing white fog, and it seemed as if they were swallowed as soon as they entered. Song Yao looked back and found that the figures of the old couple of the Qiu family were gone, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. But when she looked forward, the heart she had just put down was suspended again: the fog in front seemed to be thicker, not like fog, but like a ball of thick white paint. When she stepped down, she didn't know what she would step on.

But, what would she step on? What was she worried about? Is Wang'er's body still standing here and stuck on a bamboo shoot?

But in this situation, we have to go. Not far ahead is the gate of the house. If you want to escape, this is her only way, and she has no second choice.

Song Yao took a deep breath, and the cold mist went down her throat, feeling a little comfortable. So she raised her arms and waved them in front of her, groping in the direction of the gate she imagined while waving away the fog in front of her.

After walking a few feet away, a sound of flapping his wings suddenly came from behind him. Without turning back, Song Yao also knew what it was. Sure enough, a black shadow swept over her shoulder and plunged into the fog not far ahead, disappearing.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third crows flew over one after another, and they all ignored Song Yao, and there was something more attractive to them in front of them.

Song Yao also knew what that was, so she slowed down, lowered her body like a thief, and waved her hands towards her knees.

There were low bamboo shoots everywhere here. She didn't want to be accidentally tripped and ended up like Wang'er, nor did she want to step on a bloody corpse without any consciousness.

She should have been afraid, but it is very strange that when she is forced into a desperate situation, she can often burst out with power that she has never discovered, such as courage and determination.

Song Yao is like this now. She is now thinking about it and escaped from here, so the fear in her heart was squeezed into a corner by this persistent thought, and gradually she couldn't feel it.

"Swish."

Her hand touched a slippery thing, and the thing suddenly bounced off, and flew past her with a "quack" yell.
Chapter completed!