The pit was not deep, but it was filled with grayish-white sacks. My body fell on one of the sacks and rolled to the side. But even though I just had this all at once, I still felt what was in the sacks. They were hard and small, and some were pointed, rubbing the skin of my waist.

I knelt next to these sacks, and I was not afraid. It turned out that the playmates who had disappeared in the past six months were all thrown here. There should be a small skeleton of my sister in the corpse bags. Is she still having her big confused eyes open? I don’t know why her father smashed the back of her head so hard that she used her flesh and blood to feed me, allowing me to live for so many more days.

My father's voice of searching for someone gradually disappeared. I knelt on the ground piously, kowtowed a few deep to the sacks piled up in the hills, and then climbed the wall of the pit with both hands to prepare to climb up. However, after trying several times, I couldn't get out of the pit. First, because I didn't eat for many days and was plagued by the disease, my body was extremely weak. Second, I blamed the damn weather. The snow and rain swayed from above, making the wall of the pit slippery and muddy. Often, as soon as one hand went up, my feet below slipped down unscrupulously.

After half an hour of hard work, the only little strength left in my body was exhausted. I lay next to the corpse bags soaked by rain and snow, laughing out loud: This is fate, I was going to be eaten by my parents and thrown into this big pit. Although I have escaped a disaster, I can't fight against fate in the end, and I will still die and rot at the bottom of this pit.

I gave up my resistance to fate and fell asleep at the bottom of the pit. When I was awakened by the rain, it was completely dark. In a trance, I seemed to see a sack not far from me moving. Then, the hemp rope that tied the bag to the mouth slowly dispersed, and a seductive fragrance floated out from it. It was the smell of roast duck. No, not only that, but also steamed transparent white rice and fried crispy osmanthus candy cake.

Swine suddenly came out from my lips and teeth. I crawled towards the sack, grabbed the delicious food inside and chewed it. After a while, I finished eating the things in the sack, so I opened the second sack, followed by the third...

I can't remember what happened later. I don't know how long I've been in the pit, nor where the endless food came from. I only know that the snow and rain gradually stopped, and the sunshine that had not been seen for many days fell into this big pit with bones all over the field again.

In the bright white sunlight, a figure was watching from the spruce tree. He rode on a brown horse, dressed in military uniform, like a god in the nine heavens. His eyes were filled with pity and sadness, but I was blurred by the tears of my eyes that looked at me. He ordered people to rescue me from the pit. The moment he showed his head, I found that behind him was a long army, and each war horse was carrying several bags of bulging food.

Yuquan Town was rescued from the famine for several months, and I also returned to my own home. My parents and I both kept silent about what happened that day. That memory was like a boil on my body, slowly disappearing with the passage of time. But only I knew that the thing had already taken root in my heart, and it was tied in every inch of my texture, blending with me.

From that day on, I swear to myself that I will never live such a life of being chased by hunger. I will eat enough, no, not just eat enough, I will satisfy all my desires and be released, control everything, and live the most free and easy life.

Jing Yunlai suddenly turned around and looked at Yan Niang with wild wolf-like eyes, "I ate my sister. There is nothing in this world that I dare not do or cannot do, girl, tell me." After that, he lowered his head and laughed dryly, his shoulders trembled constantly, like a broken leaf that could be swept away by the wind at any time.

"So Mr. Jing's philosophy of life is to act according to his heart, and he has no regrets in this life." Yan Niang sneered on her face.

Jing Yunlai did not answer her words, and the old slave who had been standing by the bed walked up and whispered, "Master, the soup is going to cool down," he said, helping Jing Yunlai to the bed and sit down, then gently picked up a bowl and fed a spoonful of soup into his mouth, "I have been telling the story for so long, and the mouth is dry. Drink this bowl of soup first. After a while, it's time to burn the kiln. The townsmen are waiting for the master's first fire."

"What? Do you still want to burn the kiln?" Shi Jin couldn't help it and walked up and broke the soup bowl in the old slave's hand. "Tell me about Miss Jiang's whereabouts first, otherwise I will kill you now."

Jing Yunlai's face did not look angry at all. He took the handkerchief handed by the old slave, gently wiped the soup off his face, and then looked at Shi Jin with a smile, "It doesn't matter if I die, but how should Lord Cheng hand over the court? The Xin'an Mansion case was not solved, and he killed the Duke and Marquis personally named by the emperor. Lord Shi, do you think the black hat on Lord Cheng's head can still be protected?"

Shi Jin was speechless for a moment. He looked at Cheng Muyou and saw him standing expressionlessly. He seemed to have not noticed what had just happened. He could only silently and withdrew with the sword.

Seeing this scene, Jing Yunlai smiled proudly and then said to Cheng Muyou: "Mr. Cheng, if nothing happens, then Jing will take the lead. Today is the Dragon Boat Festival. The townspeople are waiting for me to add the first fire to the wa kiln. There have been too many deaths recently. This fire must be burned more vigorously tonight, and it will be unlucky."

After saying that, he laughed loudly and walked out the door. When he passed by the otaku side, he heard something softly saying: "There is nothing to do when the building is gone, and the building is nothing to do when the building is gone. The pagoda is a pagoda. The place where you detain them is that pagoda, right?"

Jing Yunlai's feet were stuck, but his mouth was still tough, "Mr. Cheng was afraid he was confused and always said something Jing couldn't understand. The pagoda was the pure land of Buddhism. But if Lord Cheng suspected it, he would send someone to check it out, and Jing would never stop it." After that, he shook his sleeves and walked out of the door.

"Sir," Yan Niang walked up. Her face was cold and her tone was low. "We are one step late. Miss Jiang should no longer be in that pagoda. With Jing Yun's cunning, he should have transferred the people in the pagoda when he found out that the adult was suspicious. So Miss Jing left the four words "people are gone and empty."

"I know," Cheng Muyou closed his eyes and pressed his eyelashes deep down, "but I still want to go and see where she last stayed."
Chapter completed!