The old man surnamed Gu walked straight up to me, lowered his eyelids expressionlessly, and only stared at me with his dark eyes.

I looked up at him, my eyes cold, and my smile grew brighter.

"Once you are desperate, you will give up hope of turning the tables and start begging for death, so that you will be fearless. You really can't hold up the wall with mud. His tone was still emotionless, and he still didn't stick to his mouth when he spoke.

"There's nothing wrong with being a puddle of mud that can't hold up a wall. I smiled even deeper.

"It's interesting to say that the mud that can be put up on the wall is still mud. His mouth didn't move, but a chuckle came from his mouth, and there was still no expression on his face.

"Since you're willing to be a puddle of mud that can't hold up to the wall, stay here and die. He said this, turned and followed the passage made way by the stone-like beast back to the main house.

As he stepped into the stone statue, the stone statue in the courtyard suddenly returned to its original state, and the whimpering and frightened cries in the room came to an abrupt end.

At the same time, there was no longer silence beyond the eerily quiet frontage.

The familiar sound of slamming doors and fighting accompanied by screams of terror came from outside, and judging by the direction from which the movement came, the killing had already taken place outside the street, and one was not far from the stonemason's shop.

I was stunned, smiled, and continued to concentrate on massaging my ankles.

The carnage that could strike at any moment did not make me despair.

The reappearance of the old man surnamed Gu made it even worse for me, dragging me into the abyss of despair in an instant.

He said yes, once I despair, I will be fearless, but I didn't say that once I despair, I will give up hope of turning the tables and start begging for death.

Maybe it's because people who have experienced death will cherish their lives more, but now I will not give up hope of turning the tables even when my life hangs by a thread.

When I see him again, I feel that it is better to die together, but it is only a temporary psychological resistance.

He gave me the feeling that it would make my life worse than death, more terrible than the brutal killing itself that could strike at any moment.

I don't want to die out of despair, and as he steps into the statue I have decided that when the killing is coming, I will roll into the statue and ask him for protection.

If I could survive the danger of killing, I wouldn't be stuck in the mud against the wall.

As soon as my wings grow and his teeth grow, even if he did save me, no one can lock me in his control.

Not long after I massaged my ankle again, the group of killers closest to the stonemason shop arrived at the stonemason's shop.

I immediately avoided the stone standing on the ground and rolled into the stone circle, and the killing team suddenly stopped advancing outside the stone circle.

I was only one step away from the nearest slayer, and I could see more clearly their faces as white as paper, their deep-set eyes, and their mouths firmly stitched together by the fine red threads of stitches.

They didn't seem to see me in the stone statue, their eyes were full of splashed ink and had no focus, dull and dull.

The white bones of their necks, which did not have any flesh and skin, had long been stained red with blood, and most of the hand bones were still dripping with blood.

They abruptly halted their advance, and remained still until another group of killing parties soon arrived.

As the two killing teams converged, the gate and courtyard of the mason shop were pushed in, and the buildings adjacent to the mason shop were razed to the ground.

The stonemason shop stood like an isolated island in a river of blood and corpses, and two teams surrounded the stonemason shop.

The situation outside made me unconsciously turn my head and glance in the direction of the main house.

When I entered the stone statue, I could get a glimpse of the inside of the stonemason's shop, and there were several paths leading to the kitchen and latrine in the side room of the main house.

The short man who had whimpered and cried in horror fell to the ground and remained motionless, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

The old man surnamed Gu stood at the door of the main house with his hands behind his back, looking at the direction of the door with expressionless eyes.

I glanced in the direction of the main room and withdrew my gaze, sat up from the floor again and continued to massage my ankles.

In less than ten minutes, other killing teams continued to arrive one after another, growing the encirclement of the stonemason.

As the last of the killing teams arrived on the scene, the encirclement made way for a passage.

I'll say goodbye to Granny Huang.

Her mouth had been stitched together with fine red threads, and the tips of her fingernails were long and black.

She walked down the passageway, and around her neck sat a baby covered in blood, with the umbilical cord unbroken, red eyes, and hatred and violence rolling under her eyes.

I froze as I massaged my ankles, unable to tell what I was feeling.

The baby should be the child that my mother-in-law wants to entrust to me.

I never expected that in this situation, I would meet my baby for the first time and meet my mother-in-law again.

After the mother-in-law walked into the encirclement, her eyes fell on the stone dangdang erected on the ground.

I then stabilized my mind and paid attention to Xiang Shi Dangdang, and found that the beast faces on the forehead of different Shi Dangdang monuments had slightly different eyes.

Some eyes are wide with anger, some are half-squinted, and some are tightly closed.

On the whole, there is a certain order in the arrangement of the stones, which is according to the process of the eyes from closed to open, and conversely, it can also be said to be the process of opening to closing according to the eyes.

After glancing at the stone daredang on the ground, the mother-in-law began to walk outside the stone statue circle in the order of closing to opening her eyes, pausing briefly at the southeast, due east, northeast, and due north.

With each pause, the baby on her neck would wave his hand and shatter the stone that the tip of her right foot was pointing at.

When she paused in the northeast to break the stone again, a broken stone hit the paw of a man more than a person tall to ward off evil spirits.

The half-narrowed eyes of the evil spirit-warding stone statue slowly opened, and silently tilted his head towards her, and his thick chest suddenly rose and fell slightly.

Am I dazzled?

As I rubbed my eyes, the stone statue of the evil spirits had arched its back again, ready to pounce on her.

She walked briskly to the north and paused, and the baby immediately shattered the stone dang in the north again, and at the same time, the evil spirit instantly re-petrified, maintaining the posture of attack and motionless.

Although the kitchen and latrine of the side room of the main house of the mason shop are actually separate from the stone statue circle, they do not enter the stone statue circle, and if you are outside the stone statue circle, you can only see the stone statue circle, but you cannot see the inside of the stone mason shop.

The place where she stood again was just in front of the old man surnamed Gu, but neither she nor the baby on her neck seemed to be aware of the existence of the old man surnamed Gu.

With the re-petrification of evil spirits, the old man surnamed Gu, who continued to stand still, moved.

He was so fast that I couldn't even see his movements, my mother-in-law's body was torn, and the baby's neck was broken.

The slayers surrounding the stonemason shop then rioted in unison, and began to storm the stone henge.