With curiosity, Mei Yuzhang and Wu Yongchang finally discovered the most mysterious place of the Mei family.

They raised the torch and walked into the dungeon step by step.

They followed the peculiar sound, low, soft, but clear whimpering.

It was faint, but they heard it, and it was impossible to mishear it, and they did, no matter how faint it was.

The soul awoke in their bodies.

They went to the deepest part of the dungeon and were stunned by what they saw.

In a corner of the bare slate floor, a woman was squatting rather than sitting.

Her chin rested on her knees, her arms crossed and clasped tightly in front of her chest.

She curled up in a ball, a sack-like brown coarse cloth gown enveloping her in wide folds, long gray hair draped down from the front, covering her face, and dragging down her legs to her feet.

At first glance, she resembles a strange form reflected in the gloomy bottom, a triangular body that seems to be black but not black, reflected by the sunlight that penetrates through the hole, and she has two contrasting hues, half dark, half bright, like the half-dark and half-light ghosts that people see in dreams, pale, dull, and gloomy.

This is neither a woman nor a man; Neither a living person nor a definite form; It is an image, an illusion in which the real and the unreal, the dark and the light are intertwined.

Hidden by the hair that hung to the ground, it was almost impossible to distinguish a thin and grim figure; From under her robes, a bare foot cowered on the hard, cold stone floor loomed. This faint figure looming under the mourning clothes makes people shudder.

The form, which seemed to be firmly anchored to a stone slab, seemed to have no movement, no thought, no breathing. In this cold weather, she wore the thin coarse cloth shirt that looked like a sack, and sat barefoot on the granite floor, without fire for warmth, in a black cell, the vents were crooked, and the cold wind came in from outside, not the sun.

She didn't seem to feel any pain in all of this, not even in it. It was as if she had been turned to stone with this black prison, and to ice with the season. She clasped her hands together and stared blankly. At first glance, I thought it was a ghost, and at second glance I thought it was a stone statue.

However, her blue lips opened slightly from time to time, so that she could breathe, and from time to time she trembled, but they were like leaves drifting in the wind, lifeless and dull.

Her dim eyes revealed an indescribable gaze, a deep, gloomy, calm gaze that kept staring at a corner that could not be seen clearly from the outside. This gaze seems to bind all the sorrows of the miserable soul to some mysterious thing.

Wu Yongchang stretched his head out, and it was not easy to see the corner where the miserable woman had been staying.

He carefully examined the emaciated, haggard, disheveled face, and eyes full of tears, and his heart became more and more uneasy, and he couldn't help whispering: "Who is this, it's so strange!" ”

When he retracted his head, he saw her burst into tears.

Mei Yuzhang looked at the miserable woman carefully, and couldn't help crying.

But whether they looked at it or wept, they didn't have the woman's attention at all. Her palms were still clasped together, her lips were not moving, and her eyes were in a daze.

They didn't say a word, they didn't dare to say anything, they didn't even dare to whisper. Seeing this extreme silence, this extreme pain, this extreme loss of memory, everything but one thing was forgotten.

"She may be dead." Mei Yuzhang said.

"Put this steamed bun next to her." Wu Yongchang said. "She probably hasn't eaten in a long time?"

"Well, I'll take a look, too!" Mei Yuzhang said.

As soon as she heard this crisp, innocent, and loud child's voice, she couldn't help but tremble, and suddenly turned her head, moving quickly, like a steel spring.

She stretched out two long craggy hands, swept the hair that was draped over her forehead, and stared at the child with surprise, pain, and despair. This gaze is nothing more than a flash of lightning.

"Oh, is it Huzi?" She screamed suddenly, and at the same time hid her head between her knees, listening to the hoarse voice, which seemed to tear it apart as it passed over it. "You're a tiger!"

"No, I'm Goubao." Wu Yongchang said with a serious expression.

The shock was like a landslide, and it could be said that it woke her up. I saw her trembling all over her body from head to toe, her teeth trembled, her gee sounded, she half raised her head, pressed her elbows tightly on her legs, and clasped her feet with both hands, as if she wanted to warm up, and she said, "Oh! It's cold! ”

"Poor man, do you light a fire?" Wu Yongchang asked with pity.

She shook her head and said no.

"Alright then," Wu Yongchang said again, handing her a small jar. "This is a little sorghum wine, it can warm you up, drink it!"

She shook her head again, looked at Wu Yongchang fixedly, and responded, "Water." ”

Wu Yongchang insisted: "No, you can't drink cold water in January. You should drink a little wine and eat a tortilla. ”

She pushed away the cake that Wu Yongchang gave her.

"Come on, there's an overcoat here, it's warmer than the one you're wearing. Put it on! Mei Yuzhang also suddenly felt pity, took off the woolen cloak on her body, and said.

Just as she refused wine and bread, she refused to accept the coat. ”

The woman replied. "I've been without water for two days."

She paused and said, "They forgot about me." ”

As soon as the words fell, she seemed to be tired from talking so much, and hung her head again, leaning on her knees.

Wu Yongchang was simple-minded and kind-hearted, thinking that he understood the meaning of her last few words, thinking that she was still complaining about the cold, so he replied innocently: "So, do you want a little fire?" ”

"Fire!" The woman said, in a strange tone, "Lessen everything"

Her hands and feet trembled, her voice trembled, her eyes sparkled, and she fell to her knees. Suddenly, she stretched out her white and thin hand, pointed at the child who was looking at her in amazement, and shouted, "Take this child away!" Youkai are coming! ”

She then threw herself headlong to the ground, her forehead striking the stone slab on the ground with a sound like stones striking each other.

The two children thought she was dead, but after a while she moved again, and saw her lying on the ground, using her hands and feet, crawling into the corner.

At this time, the two of them did not dare to look at her, and could no longer see her, only heard a series of kisses, a series of sighs, interspersed with heart-rending cries, and a muffled sound that seemed to hit the wall again.

Then, there was a violent crash that staggered both of them, and then there was no more sound.

"Ahh OMG! She didn't move! Mei Yuzhang said. Is she really dead? ”

Wu Yongchang had been choking up and couldn't even speak, so he cheered up and said, "Wait a minute." ”