Song Yao walked into the room, her hands were clenched into two fists, her nails were sunk deep in her palms, and the flesh of her palms was ripped off. Every step she took was extremely difficult, her legs were light and limp, and her knees were sore, I don't know if it was because of high fever or fear.

"Dad, mother."

When she was about to reach the bed, she had already identified the two figures covered by the curtains: the two elders of the Qiu family were lying on the bed, facing up, motionless. The front chests of both of them were opened with two large holes, the size of fists, the skin and flesh turned out, and the ribs were sticking out, like a few wooden sticks stuck in the chest.

Song Yao covered her mouth tightly so that she didn't scream, but tears were gushing from her eyes uncontrollably.

She knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times to the two corpses on the bed, then put the burden that had slipped on her shoulders again, and walked towards the door without looking back.

This time, her steps were much faster, and her mind, which had been groggy all along, seemed to wake up all of a sudden, and there was only one thought in her mind: to leave here, to leave this mansion full of weirdness, she had to live, even for the sake of those two old men. After she goes out, she will go to the official mansion, she will expose all the sins here, and she will avenge the unjust souls who died here in vain.

The bamboo shadow was like a ghost hand, passing by Song Yao quickly, but she never stopped, and only walked all the way in the direction of the south gate. Soon, walk out of this corridor, and then pass through a hanging flower gate, and you can see the gate of the house.

Thinking of this, Song Yao seemed to have a fire in her heart, and her body became more powerful, although she also had a moment of doubt, because she had never met anyone along the way. None of the little girls who couldn't sit still on weekdays appeared, and it was said that at this hour, they should get together to wash clothes and chat.

However, Song Yao didn't have time to think about it, she didn't meet anyone, it was a blessing for her, she was glad that it was too late, how could she be distracted by this again.

As she spoke, she had already walked out of the corridor, and the weeping flower gate was not far in front, and two painted and carved weeping lotus pillars, like a pair of budding buds, were welcoming her arrival. She felt her heart swell and be filled with hope. Her steps seemed to lighten a lot, and she ran quickly to the door, and after taking a breath, she stepped out of the threshold.

"Rustle...... Rustle......"

The sound of bamboo swaying was poured into my ears, faint and quiet, and chic. Song Yao's feet were stunned, and she couldn't take a step, her feet seemed to have taken root on the ground, and she couldn't move anymore.

In front of her was a bamboo forest, shrouded in a milky white fog, and the mist flowed, undulating, it was simply an ocean, an ocean that could never be walked out.

But how can there be a bamboo forest here? And this forest is so familiar, there are tall and uneven bamboo shoots growing in it, and the tips of the bamboo shoots emerge from the thick fog, like a sharp knife.

This is the bamboo forest where she found Wang'er's body.

Song Yao stepped back, the soles of her shoes rubbing hard against the ground, rubbing the soles of her feet painfully. She didn't know why this was happening, but the forest that had grown on the west side of the courtyard was now like a panning over, becoming a barrier between her and the gate of the house, preventing her from escaping the house, which had no village in front and no shop in the back.

"Xiao Yao ......"

There was a somewhat hoarse call behind her, and Song Yao turned her head suddenly: This voice is familiar to her, it's just that it shouldn't appear here.......

There were two men standing at the other end of the corridor, far apart but not difficult to identify, for the two large holes in their chests looked like two mouths, black and red, still dripping blood.

"Dad, mother......" Song Yao's head was a little confused, just now, she clearly saw them lying on the bed, without a trace of breath, but now, they were not only able to stand up, but also staggered towards them along the corridor.

Although, their movements were a little strange, their feet rubbed on the ground, and their arms were not bent when they were swinged, as if their bodies had stiffened after being dead for a long time.

"Xiao Yao...... Xiao Yao, you are ...... He....... He's already ......" The two men shuffled towards her, muttering something indistinctly.

However, Song Yao couldn't hear the latter words, although her mind was confused, her body had already made a choice. She ran forward, without looking back, stepping on the wet dirt and burrowing into the green bamboo forest.

Although the overlapping and tall bamboo shadows are not dense, coupled with the flowing white mist, it is difficult to find them as if they have been swallowed up as soon as they enter. Song Yao glanced back and found that the figures of the old couple of the Qiu family had disappeared, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. But when she looked forward, the heart she had just laid down hung again: the fog in front of her seemed to be even thicker, not like fog at all, but like a thick mass of white paint, and when she stepped down, she didn't know what she would step on.

But what will you step on? What was she worried about? Could it be that Wang'er's body is still lying here, stuck in a bamboo shoot?

But in this case, she can't help but go, not far in front of her is the gate of the house, if she wants to escape, this is the only way for her, she has no second choice.

Song Yao took a deep breath, the cold mist went down her throat, there was a bit of comfort, so she raised her arms and waved them in front of her, while dispersing the fog in front of her while groping her way towards the imaginary gate.

After walking a few feet away like this, there was a sudden sound of flapping wings behind him, and there was no need to look back, Song Yao also knew what it was. Sure enough, a dark figure swept past her shoulder, plunged into the fog not far ahead, and disappeared.

Immediately after, the second and third crows flew in one after another, and they all ignored Song Yao, obviously there was something more attractive to them ahead.

Song Yao also knew what it was, so she slowed down, bowed down like a thief, and waved her hands in the direction of her knees.

There were low bamboo shoots everywhere, and she didn't want to tripped over her and end up like Wang'er, nor did she want to step on a bloody corpse without feeling at all.

She should be afraid, but people are very strange, when they are cornered, they can often burst out with strength that they have never discovered, such as courage and determination.

Song Yao is like this now, she is thinking about it at the moment, that is, to escape from here, so the fear in her heart was squeezed into a corner by this persistent thought, and she gradually couldn't feel it.

"Huh."

Her hand touched something slippery, and it popped off, and it flew right in front of her eyes with a "quack".