The idea of waking up Zhao Zaimai only flashed in Susan's mind and was dispelled by her, she was afraid that she would not be able to catch up with Amy, so she hurriedly ran downstairs with her skirt and disappeared into the vast night with Amy.

"Amy, wait Mommy." Susan's skirt was covered with mud, and she didn't know where one shoe had fallen, so she could only run forward one foot deep and one foot shallow. But now she couldn't take care of anything, because although Amy had only been a few steps away from her, she hadn't caught up with those few steps with half a pillar of incense.

Now, they had long since left the inn and had come to a remote place.

Here, apart from the sound of the water and the lonely chirping of wild birds, only the footsteps of the two of them remained: one chasing quickly, the other walking steadily, but never seemed to come closer. Amy seemed to have fallen into an evil spirit, and no matter how Susan called behind her back, she didn't look back once, just walked forward step by step, tireless and determined, as if something was beckoning and attracting her from afar.

"Whoa"

The sound of running water was louder, and Susan could even smell a new stream of water, surging down the sultry air and into her nostrils. She was shocked: Could it be that Amy is going to Jade River? She had been brought down the river by the stream, and now, did she want to go against the tide and find the home she once was?

But the raging river that had just been filled with rain was so dangerous, and she was not risking her life by doing so?

Thinking of this, Susan quickened her pace, and kept calling out in her mouth: "Amy, Amy, come to Mommy, the Jade River is now watery, and when the day dawns, Mike and I will take you to find your parents again." ”

As if hearing her voice, Amy suddenly stopped, but just as Susan was ecstatic and about to catch up with her, she suddenly turned to the right and stepped onto an overgrown path, following it briskly towards the west. Susan didn't have time to think about it, and quickly followed.

The grass was so weedy that it almost covered the road, so Amy's back was hidden in front of her, and on several occasions Susan thought she had lost it and had to trot along the trail. She walked and walked, only the small figure in her eyes, how many times, she had lost Amy in her dreams, and she couldn't find it anyway, and she was so anxious that she burst into tears. Now, the dream scene was real, but she didn't feel the scorching, just like a tireless marionette, numb and mechanical, step by step, leaving countless crooked footprints on the muddy ground.

But even so, when all the strength of her body was exhausted, Susan still fell to the ground with a weak knee and could not stand up again. It was as if her bones had been sucked away, and she was sore from head to toe, lying on the ground, almost becoming one with the mud and grass.

The moment before she fell to the ground, a thought suddenly crossed Susan's mind: Why is Amy completely tired? She was still walking forward, although her back flickered, her pace did not change, she was only a child less than six years old, how could she not show fatigue after walking for nearly half an hour?

But the thought was soon replaced by an overwhelming fear.

Amy stopped suddenly, she turned to face Susan, and gently picked up the wild grass around her with one hand, squeezing her little face into the gap between the blades of grass.

"Don't you remember here?" She smiled, but the look on her face was still frighteningly cold.

"Amy, why don't you call me Mommy?"

"You're not my mother, you know everyone knows about this, don't you?" Her words were like a snake, burrowing into Susan's chest, devouring the last bit of warmth in her bones and blood, "Don't you remember here? Did you really forget? ”

When Amy said this sentence again, Susan suddenly realized that this place, she seemed to have been there. This road is very similar to the path Amy lost, narrow, only two people can walk side by side, but the reeds on the side of the road are growing wildly, almost reaching the neck of a person.

But like the image, the two places are far apart, one inside the city and the other outside the city

But that didn't prevent her from remembering what happened that day: it was a sunny day, and there was not a single wind in the clear sky, so the kite couldn't fly up, and then a gust of wind finally came, and the kite finally went up to the sky, but it fell headlong and hung on a small tower.

It was a tower, but it was not much higher than a house, so she climbed up and picked up the kite herself.

Small towers

Susan's consciousness finally came back to her mind at this moment, and she propped her hands on the ground, and raised her head forcefully, looking behind Amy, where there was a field of weeds swaying in the wind, but she saw another scene in her memory: in the middle of a barren clearing, stood a small tower of blue-gray stone bricks, about ten feet high, with a small hole embedded in the top, which looked a bit like a pigeon tower.

The wall next to the cave is much darker than the other places, as if it has been scorched by fire all year round and covered with black ash.

A thought flashed through Susan's mind: Is this tower used to burn something? What is it?

As if to answer a question in her mind, a foul smell of burnt flesh suddenly entered her nose and made her sick.

"This tower is," she widened, and let a thought take root in her heart, and the branches became entwined with vines, which could never be uprooted.

“e。” Amy walked over to Susan and crouched down and held out a hand at her.

When he was woken up by Baotian, Zhao Zimai was dreaming, and he couldn't tell if it was a dream or a nightmare, because the girl in the dream was squinting at him with crescent-like eyes for a while, and then suddenly two red eyes appeared, staring at him fiercely.

is so different that when he was woken up by Baotian, his face was still confused, and he didn't know where he was for a while.

"Childe, it's dead," Baotian added, blinking his round eyes like copper coins, "The inn is dead." ”

Zhao Zimai rubbed his eyes and raised his hand to wipe the sweat droplets from his forehead, "Who?" Who died? ”

"The young man who ran the hall was killed in his own house, bleeding all over the ground, and he was a little black, he should have been dead for a few hours, and the yamen people are here." Baotian replied to him very seriously.

"Is Master Li here too?"

"Here, the shopkeeper found out that something happened to that guy early in the morning, so he hurried to report to the official, and now the officials are gathered below, but Childe, let's get out of here quickly, that house is too bloody, I'm afraid you will dream of those unclean things when you see it."