The shadow wall is carved with the pattern of the sunrise and the sea of clouds: auspicious clouds, mountains, and the sun echo each other, forming an incomparably spectacular picture.

Song Yao looked at this shadow wall that she had never paid much attention to before, and her mood suddenly fell to the bottom. She is not afraid, but she is so depressed that she wants to die immediately, anyway, if she doesn't die, she will always be trapped in these two houses, with these dead people, what is the difference between this and death?

She sighed deeply, wept slowly, and when she looked down, she felt that the sun carved on the shadow wall was a little strange, it seemed to be really glowing, and the white light was shining from behind, reflecting a small round spot of light on the ground.

How can it be so realistic, and how can it really shine?

Song Yao had a trace of doubt in her heart, so she stood up and walked out of the door quickly, came to the bottom of the wall and looked up at the sun. It dawned on her that it wasn't the sun, but a hole that had been cut so that the light could shine through and make it look like a real sun.

"I don't know what kind of craftsman is so delicate." After such a sentence floated in her mind, Song Yao was suddenly stunned, and after a while, she slowly raised her head, looked at the chiseled "sun" again, and silently recited a word in her mouth: "hole".

As if a thunderclap sounded in her ears, she jerked up straight, tiptoeing her eyes to the sun.

She saw it, and saw the shadow wall of the hill house opposite, and the sun on it was also a bright hole. What's even stranger is that there is also an eye behind the hole, which is looking in its own direction.

It was the smiling eyes she was familiar with.

Song Yao was stunned at first, and then, let out a scream, turned her head and ran inside, in fact, the moment she turned around, she had already seen Qiu Ran flash out from behind the wall, his face was covered by shadows, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

Song Yao rushed out through the side door of the main hall in a panic, and directly opposite her was the east wing, according to the location of Qiu's house, this was the room where she and Qiu Ran lived. At this moment, Qiu Ran's footsteps were already ringing behind him, unhurried, as if she was the prey he was determined to get.

Song Yao didn't have time to think about it anymore, her body slammed open the door and flashed in, and after hurriedly inserting the latch on the door, she slowly squatted down and listened to the movement outside with bated breath.

Qiu Ran didn't seem to notice that she was hiding here, and his footsteps gradually drifted away along the corridor, and he slowly became inaudible. Song Yao breathed a sigh of relief, but then hung his heart again: Qiu Ran didn't leave, he had been staying in Qiu's mansion, and he had already understood his plan, but he just endured it all the time, waiting for himself to show his feet. He should have killed all those people in the woods, and he even killed his own parents, so who will die next at his hands?

Thinking of this, Song Yao felt that it was cold from head to toe, she was already sick, and now she was so frightened, her body had reached its limit. Fang was chased by fear, and she didn't feel it, but now that she suddenly squatted down, she realized that her body was already weak, and it was difficult to even stand up. She held on to the door and tried a few times before she slowly straightened up with trembling legs, but the fire in her throat was still burning, and her mouth was so dry that it was as if a saw was cutting her throat.

At a loss, but suddenly glanced at a teapot on the table in the middle, Song Yao was overjoyed, like seeing a life-saving straw, he leaned on the wall and walked inside, staggered to the table, picked up the teapot and poured it into his mouth.

The cold water touched her lips and slid down her mouth to her parched throat, moisturizing her throat and her heart...... Song Yao felt that this teapot was not filled with water, but jade liquid.

The water in the teapot was drunk by her, Song Yao wiped the moist corners of her mouth, and put the teapot back on the table. When I looked up again, I suddenly found that the curtain on the bed opposite the table was also lowered, and there seemed to be a person under the blue veil.

She was so focused on water that she didn't notice it, so her heart beat two beats, but her eyes couldn't take her eyes off the figure.

It seemed to be a woman lying on the bed, and Song Yao saw that her apricot-red phoenix tail skirt leaked out of the corner of the curtain, and stacked it with the green veil, not only did it not dazzle the eyes, but it looked more red and greener, revealing a kind of beauty that complemented each other.

Song Yao's intuition told her that this woman should be beautiful, but what about beauty? She must have been dead, like the others in these two houses, or she wouldn't have been left unattended.

As if by the ghost, she walked over to the bed, grabbed the curtain with her hand, and lifted it open.

The woman's face was exposed in Song Yao's gaze, and her white and beautiful face was as demure as a delicate flower shining on the water.

Song Yao knew who she was.

The woman was not like the other corpses Song Yao had seen, the wounds on her body were shocking, she was intact from head to toe, at least it seemed so. However, Song Yao clearly knew that she was a dead person, her chest did not rise and fall at all, her face did not have any blood, and even her nails showed a faint cyan.

Song Yao took a step back, but his hand was still holding the curtain and did not put it down.

Why? She should have been dead for a long time, why is the body still intact? But Wang'er and the other corpses in the bamboo forest were already stinking, how could they die before her?

Her head was buzzing, and she felt her breathing become heavy, and the half pot of water she had just drunk seemed to have completely evaporated, and her throat was now burning again, and both ears were hurting.

In this case, she couldn't hear the sound of the door latch sliding, and the figure behind her slowly leaned over, and the floating hem of his clothes almost touched Song Yao's body.

"You shouldn't have come today," Qiu Ran's voice was like a stream of cold water, slowly flowing into Song Yao's ears, "Today is my day with her, you shouldn't have come." ”

Song Yao didn't look back, she felt that her neck was frozen into an icicle.