The dizzying darkness seems to have traveled through a thousand years. When he woke up again, Yang Zixi was surprised to find himself in a strange place.

Low clay roof, no windows, dim light, cold and damp feeling. It's more like a tomb than a room.

Yang Zixi moved his arm and found that the pain in his body was gone. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and sat up abruptly. Then she suddenly realized her anomaly: short limbs, thin arms...... This body is only ten years old at most, and it is definitely not her body!

What's going on? Through? Soul out of the body? What about Yu Hai? Where did she go? Yang Zixi's head exploded with a buzz! After the bombing and so many unbelievable things, she wasn't sure if she was still in her sanity! Was she dreaming?

She opened her mouth and tried to make a sound, only to realize that there was another person in the room!

A woman fell more than half a meter away from her, and she couldn't spot it in the first place due to the light in the room. The woman was dressed in an old-fashioned dress, her hair was coiled up to cover her face, her left arm was forward, her fingers remained twitching, and she lay motionless on the ground.

Yang Zixi crawled over with both hands and feet, reached out to the woman's neck, the tentacles were warm skin, but there was no pulse, the woman was dead, but the body had not cooled yet.

Yang Zixi was stunned for a moment, laboriously turned over the corpse, and after a cursory examination, he did not find any traumatic wounds.

The light in the room was very dim, and he couldn't see the woman's appearance and expression clearly, Yang Zixi stepped over the woman's body and stood up, feeling a little dazed in his heart. A closed secret room, a body that doesn't belong to her, and a corpse in ancient costume, what the hell is going on?

After thinking for a while, after all, he couldn't think of a clue, Yang Zixi felt hungry and thirsty, as if he hadn't eaten for several days, no matter who this body belonged to, he had to find food and water as soon as possible.

She fumbled her way to the door, where there was a dilapidated wooden door above the stairs on one side, the only light coming through the crack.

Walking to the door, Yang Zixi pushed the door, originally thought it was locked, but he didn't expect it to open with a light push. The light was so strong that she could barely open her eyes. It took her a long time to get used to her surroundings.

A staircase up to Lu was very long, and the sky could be seen at the top, as if she was at the bottom of a well.

A secret room in a cellar?

Yang Zixi had doubts in her heart, and climbed up the stairs, her young body was very difficult to climb due to long-term malnutrition or lack of exercise, and she easily climbed to the top while panting.

The wind outside the well swept through and ruffled her hair. It was so quiet that there wasn't even the sound of insects and birds. Yang Zixi cautiously poked his head out, only glanced at it, and quickly climbed out of the well.

The dry well is located in the courtyard of a courtyard, and in the small courtyard lie five people, two men and three women, who lie motionless like the women in the secret room.

The five people were dressed in uniform colors, and they were all in ancient costumes, with the woman wearing her hair in a bun on her head and the man also wearing her hair tied up. Yang Zixi checked them one by one, and as expected, they were all dead, there were no wounds on their bodies, and the cause of death could not be seen, but the corpses had residual warmth, as if they had just stopped breathing. The expressions of several people were very natural, and they did not see the slightest pain, but they seemed to be asleep. One of the maids dressed as a woman even had a tray in her hand, and the food that had fallen on the floor was even hot.

The doubts in her heart became stronger and stronger, what kind of world did she come to? Who has become? Why are you locked up in a well surrounded by dead people?

The food on the floor whetted her appetite, but as a doctor, her cleanliness kept her from starving, and she walked briskly out of the courtyard towards the front hall.

Along the way, Yang Zixi passed through the Sanjin courtyard and saw no less than ten corpses. The groom who led the horse lay down with the horse; The cook who killed the chicken still held a dead chicken in her hand; The little guy holding the birdcage fell to the ground, the birdcage was open, and the parrot inside was also dead. It's as if the living world suddenly loses its reason for existence in an instant, and all life comes to an abrupt end.

Yang Zixi didn't have time to check on everyone, and although there was no trace of killing, this strange death was even more terrifying than bloodshed, and her stomach felt a strong feeling of discomfort.

Pushing open the gate of the house, the street that should have been bustling is silent. As far as the eye could see, the whole street was full of dead people, there was no brutality of killing, no bloody and hideous scenes, everyone seemed to be asleep, but they stopped breathing.

The sun was shining overhead, and at noon in the middle of summer, there were no cicadas chirping or birds chirping, and the whole world was filled with the silence of death.

Yang Zixi began to vomit, because she had not eaten for a long time, she vomited all the gastric juice and bile, and the depressed and desperate mood permeated her chest, making her almost unable to breathe.

Eventually, stomach discomfort is replaced by emptiness. There was no way to vomit, Yang Zixi's violently beating heart finally calmed down, she took a deep breath, and walked carefully on the street to avoid stepping on any body.

In any case, she needs water, she needs food, she needs to live.

At the stalls at the edge of the market, Yang Zixi found a few shrouded buns, opened the steamer, and the buns were even steaming. Yang Zixi silently apologized to the dead boss next to the stall, and hurriedly picked up a bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

After eating two buns in a row, Yang Zixi felt that the new body had stopped being hungry, and what followed was an increasingly intense thirst. Opposite the steamed bun shop is a teahouse, with an open façade and a flag curtain fluttering in the wind, the boss is lying on the counter, holding the teapot in the small second-hand and pouring near the threshold, and there are three or five tea customers lying crooked on the seats. Yang Zixi picked up the teapot and shook it, the water in it had run dry.

Suddenly, a groan was heard not far away.

In the incomparably silent dead city, a voice suddenly appeared, which startled Yang Zixi. She even forgot about her thirst. The moan sounded a second time, like thunder in the silent air, and it was terrifying. Yang Zixi looked for the sound, and after taking a few steps, he saw a sedan chair.

The sedan chair is not big, but it is very exquisite, the top is painted silver, and the blue sedan chair body is embroidered with flowers, birds, fish and insects. The sedan chair driver and maid fell on both sides of the sedan chair, and there were as many as 20 people in the entourage alone.

Such a sedan chair is incompatible with the surrounding town environment, like a phoenix flying into a chicken coop.

Yang Zixi lifted the sedan curtain, and saw a five or six-year-old girl sitting inside, her hair was draped, blood was dripping from the corners of her forehead, her face was wrinkled, and she was humming softly with her eyes closed.

Yang Zixi's spirit was shocked, and his heart was very excited, this moaning was not much bigger than a cat's meow, and it was comparable to the last glimmer of hope in a town full of dead people, and he finally saw a living person!