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Ji Yan was startled, and when he looked back, he saw that the door of the Zheng Mansion was automatically closed.

The light from the outside world was forced to cut off, and darkness shrouded it, and everything in the house seemed gloomy.

The space was so quiet, in addition to her own breathing and heartbeat, there was also a song from nowhere, echoing like nothing, very terrifying.

There were traces of ruin everywhere, the corpses that had long been cold were scattered among the ruins, and the air was filled with a thick smell of blood, and it was clear that the Grim Reaper had visited this place.

Ji Yan followed the singing and walked to the depths of the courtyard, passing through the broken corridors layer by layer, I don't know how long I walked, and suddenly saw the familiar courtyard in my memory.

This is the most complete place that remains in the entire prefecture.

The red tiles and green walls, the shadows of the trees, the sight of the broken gate, which still retains traces of her departure.

The outer wall is full of holes, but it is still standing, and the glimmer of the formation is still left at the root of the wall and the corner of the door, tenaciously repairing everything that is damaged.

It was as if a feather had suddenly floated in my heart, wet, sticking to the atrium, itchy, but I couldn't scratch it.

The singing came from the depths of this courtyard, and it was a woman's voice, singing a two-word lullaby over and over again.

“...... The night was quiet and the wind was light, and my mother smiled in my dreams......"

Ji Yan walked in silently, and came to the main house, where the singing woman was sitting on the stone steps under the eaves, holding a needle and thread in her hand, and embroidering a pair of red shoes while singing......

In this dilapidated courtyard, her singing voice seemed a little poignant, although her hands were constantly threading needles and threads, but her eyes did not follow the movements, but kept raising her head, staring at the direction of the door with a dull gaze.

Ji Yan saw her face when she entered the door, and immediately recognized this woman, she was Aunt Qiong, the housekeeper of the Zheng Mansion, who had always had a lukewarm attitude towards everyone, and only in Zheng Huanle would she show a lot of care.

After taking a few steps forward, Ji Yan saw that two red lines also appeared on her lower eyelids, and she, like those people outside, had also become a puppet of Hong. Aunt Qiong's hand was not embroidered with red shoes, but needles and threads pierced her fingers, and the blood that flowed out dyed the upper of the shoes red......

The needle and thread sewed all her fingers into the shoe, and she was unconscious, just kept singing:

“...... The night was quiet and the wind was light, and my mother smiled in my dreams......"

Red Threads, Singing, Bloody Shoes...... The three things were superimposed, and Ji Yan suddenly felt a strong impact that went straight to his senses, so caught off guard, his eyes flickered, and the scene in his sight changed suddenly!

The original courtyard was like a curtain that suddenly shattered, scattered layer by layer, and a thick mist gathered from the void, turning all sides into a white expanse. The strange singing continued, but Aunt Qiong's figure gradually blurred and was replaced by another white back.

Ji Yan couldn't see her, but she felt very beautiful just by seeing her back, this woman was pacing in the white mist, as if she was holding a child in her arms, and the song was singing softly from her mouth.

“...... The night was quiet and the wind was light, and my mother smiled in my dreams......"

The woman gradually turned around as she walked, and her appearance Ji Yan couldn't see clearly no matter what, but only on her forehead, she saw a pair of strange horns......

Ji Yan suddenly felt as if her heart was choked at this moment, and a strong impulse overflowed from her heart, she didn't know what was going on, but she really wanted to know who this woman was, and wanted to see her appearance clearly, this impulse came inexplicably, but she couldn't suppress it at all!

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