After a while, several people finally finished eating, licked the bowl clean, and then reluctantly put the bowl down.

More soup was delivered today than yesterday, but several of the women looked like they weren't full, and even if they listened closely, they could hear the sound of their stomachs growling.

"When you have your fill, you will clean up the corpse."

Song Qingxiao waited for them to finish eating, then kicked the corpse and gave an order.

Several women responded to Ai Ai's expectation, probably because of the experience of the previous two days, although they were still afraid, but they knew that they could not escape.

After a pause, several people plucked up the courage to step forward one after another to grab the man's body.

The corpse was a little heavier than yesterday, and everyone was afraid that he would come back, and even the woman holding the cat hugged a heavy incense tripod and tied it with his corpse.

The women worked together to carry his body out of the boat mill and into the river.

There were more bloody footprints on the ground in the shipyard than yesterday, and Juan Er and the other three drew water, each taking a brush to wash the blood marks on the ground.

It's just that similar to yesterday's situation, no matter how hard they tried, there was no way to get rid of these bloody footprints.

And as the river water soaked in, the blood seeped more and more, almost dyeing all the wooden planks from the door of the boat mill to the bed.

"I can't wash it—"

Juan Er sighed tremblingly while brushing the floor.

The harder she pushed, the darker the blood became.

The hull of the boat swayed slightly with her strength, and the bottom of the boat slapped against the river, making a 'whooshing' sound of water waves.

It was getting dark, and the third night was approaching.

It may be that in the process of getting along in the past few days, the women have a common purpose, and they are no longer jealous and noisy as before, and their relationship with each other seems to be much more harmonious.

When night came, under the invasion of the cold, the women got closer, quite snuggling up to each other for warmth.

This change made Song Qingxiao not know whether to be worried or happy, after the lights went out, she felt that the eyes of several women fell on her body faintly, as if observing her state through the darkness.

In the darkness, Song Qingxiao began to feel tired.

That's not a good sign!

Since she stepped into the door of cultivation, as her strength increased, her spiritual power nourished her muscles and veins, so that she no longer needed to rely on sleep and food to increase her physical strength.

Her powerful sense of consciousness allowed her to stay sane, but at this time, she felt that her eyelids were unusually sour, and her stomach was 'gurgling, gurgling'.

It was quiet inside the shipyard, and several women who were not yet fully asleep should have heard the sound of her stomach being hungry.

In the darkness, an eerie atmosphere lingered in the shipyard, like a brief silence before a storm.

Song Qingxiao was not flustered, the experience of the trial scene made her calm temperament, and her endurance was also amazing.

She forcibly resisted the invasion of drowsiness, and whenever her eyelids were sour, she bit the tip of her tongue and lips heavily.

Until she smelled blood, the stinging pain pushed her sleepiness back, keeping her awake.

She tried to sense spiritual power, but her veins seemed to be cut off from the outside world.

Her divine consciousness was also rapidly degrading, and when she wanted to call the Heavenly Sword, the little dragon soul that she had nurtured in her body did not react at all.

Little by little, the sky began to shine blue, and the darkness in the shipyard was dispelled, but the despair and fear were worse than in the middle of the night.

After experiencing what happened a few days ago, Song Qingxiao clearly knew what would happen in the near future.

When the sky is dark, the sound of 'clicking' footsteps will be heard.

The man who died three times at her hands will return again, and each time stronger and more hideous.

Compared to this corpse, which could never be defeated and killed completely, her strength became weaker and weaker.

If she loses her strength completely, how should she live?

A sense of fear turned into a chill, burrowing into the soles of her feet and quickly spreading all around her.

"Come back!" In Song Qingxiao's mind, the heart-rending cry of the old Taoist priest before stepping into the red mist sounded, calling her to retreat.

"Are you going back?" This question arose in her mind.

Relying on his own strength, he rashly entered this place, but he fell into such a predicament, "Is it true that as the master said, I shouldn't enter here?" ”

As soon as such thoughts arise, remorse arises like a tide.

"A hundred years ago, I got together with a group of ancients who didn't know whether they were humans or ghosts, I didn't know anything about the task, and I was alone, so it was better to stay on the black ship, at least I had the strength in my hands to resist the corpses."

She pondered silently:

"No matter how bad it is, with the master and senior brother standing by my side, they will definitely do their best to protect me."

Thinking of this, she seemed to regret it even more:

"I promised my master that I would go back, but now that I'm trapped here and my strength is gone, how can I go back?"

The more she thought about it, the more depressed she became, the tip of her nose was sour, and her eyes seemed to overflow with water:

"If I can't go back, the master doesn't know how sad it is."

"That's right!"

Her gaze flickered, and through the dim light, she saw the small bucket that had been placed on top of the shipyard cabinet by Catwoman.

It was a bucket of soup, and every morning in the early hours of the morning, someone would bring the food.

Now her poor form and declining strength have a lot to do with her not being as good as possible for several days.

As the woman holding the cat said, if she eats some, will her strength be restored?

As soon as this speculation poured into Song Qingxiao's mind, she was immediately moved.

She had enjoyed the taste of superior strength, and once her strength weakened, it would naturally make her panic.

When the ant-like existence that had once seemed weak in her eyes became stronger and more terrifying than her, threatening her life and powerless, her thirst for power increased exponentially, and she could not immediately return to her prime.

"When the soup is delivered, if there is more, I must drink a big bowl!"

She secretly made up her mind, and when she thought of this, she even swallowed a large mouthful of saliva greedily.

'Boom. ’

The voice was so loud in the shipyard that the rest of the women must have heard it very clearly.

"Is that what you're for?" At this time, Song Qingxiao slowly opened her eyes, revealing a faint smile.

From the moment when she stepped into the red mist and was pulled into the scene a hundred years ago, Song Qingxiao had been thinking about what the female ghost was fighting in mind.

She was indeed surprised and confused when she found that her strength had weakened, and when she found that her body had degenerated, and when she had reappeared with long-lost feelings such as hunger, fear, and fatigue, she tried to restrain it with great perseverance.

Patience and restraint have become handy for her, as if carved into her heart and become her instinct.

But she found that the more restrained she was, the more penetrating the feeling became.

And this kind of endurance without purpose is not wise.

She was trapped in the game, and she didn't know what the one who set up the game had in mind, so she could only passively be at the mercy of others, and it was difficult to break the game.

At this time, Song Qingxiao simply let go of the shackles in his heart, let go of the desires in his heart, and only retained a trace of clarity in knowing the sea.

And it was precisely because of this move that she figured out many things.

"You want me to feel their suffering, so take me away from my power and make me feel their fear."

Send her to one place with these women, let her gradually become an ordinary and weak woman, and taste the desperate situation that these five women had experienced a hundred years ago.

Hunger, insecurity, and fear attacked her state of mind, and the only thing that could save her and get her out of it was the bucket of soup.

If something is abnormal, it is a demon.

What is the origin of the meat soup in the bucket?

The woman holding the cat clearly said that Li Guochao did not give birth, and the rabble became an army.

In order to fulfill his promise that day to 'share the grain fields', the only way to fill the military needs was to burn, kill and loot.

So he gathered a large army to attack Shen Zhuang because Shen Zhuang was wealthy.

But after fighting for this time, a lot of manpower and material resources have not been captured, so where is the meat soup in the army, and even benefited this group of women in the white camp?

"Some old and decrepit women, or women who have made mistakes, are thrown into the red camp and used as military quartermasters."

"Don't you know about the quartermasters?" The words that the woman holding the cat once said sounded in Song Qingxiao's sea of knowledge: "Military needs, naturally, to meet the needs of the army first." ”

"When the army fights, the grain and grass go first."

“…… If his life is not good, he will be washed and peeled off the pot and made that plate of Chinese food and belly food. ”

"It turns out that this is meat soup." Song Qingxiao let out a long sigh in her heart, "This is because I want to eat their meat in order to get out of the predicament." ”

In other words, the female ghost in red wants to force her to break the humanity in her heart, completely incarnate as a 'ghost' like them, and fall into the same situation as them.

In front of Song Qingxiao, there are two paths:

One is to eat meat and regain strength.

But in this way, the impassioned words she said to the cat-hugging woman and others that day became a joke, and they would naturally be shameless and rejected by them, and what kind of changes would be caused in the end, Song Qingxiao did not know.

- After all, she was born in the red mist at this time, although the group of women in front of her seemed to be weak and helpless, and they didn't know how to resist and struggle, they only knew how to be obedient and ravaged by others, but Song Qingxiao never easily underestimated anyone's potential.

The second is the refusal to eat meat.

But if she doesn't eat it, her strength will be limited.

Although she kept her promise and did what she had told her daughters that day, she would face a very dangerous situation when her strength was lost.

One of them is the terrible corpse that will not die, which has turned into a nightmare again and again.

The second is this group of women.

Born in troubled times, they have become accustomed to eating the flesh and blood of their fellow women, and have expressed their resignation and have begun to adapt to such rules.

In other words, they are the unfortunate ones born in this special era, but at the same time, they have also passively adapted to the rules imposed on them by this era, no longer resisting, and becoming cannibals.

When Song Qingxiao's strength was strong, they obeyed her.

And when her strength is weak, will they eat her in turn?

Song Qingxiao frowned.

Time passed little by little, and several people in the shipyard seemed to be making their own ideas.

'Click, click, click. ’

The familiar footsteps outside sounded again, accompanied by the chill that diffused as the river fell.

"Open...... Meal......"

The male voice sounded again, which stimulated several women in the shipyard to hold their breath involuntarily.

As Song Qingxiao expected, the man who had been soaked in the river water and became inhumane returned, and turned into an even more terrifying existence.

Her strength had become incredibly weak after a night's time, and what she summoned with her spiritual power was no longer an ice sword, but barely formed into a short dagger.

Song Qingxiao seemed to have returned to the time when he first entered the trial, hid in the water tank, and fought to the death with the doctor.

She is like a ferocious beast, using both hands and feet, and is not afraid of life and death.

Even though there were scars on his body and his strength was not as strong as before, he still used the dagger formed by ice crystals to poke the face of the soaking male corpse into a sieve.

She hadn't fought so hard for a long time, nor had she been so seriously injured, but this did not affect her style and temperament.

Song Qingxiao turned over and sat on top of the corpse, pressed the head of the man who was still spraying water droplets along the wound, raised the dagger, and cut his neck hard.

The ice blade is not very sharp, and after lacking the blessing of spiritual power, it is even more blunt.

With each cut, the corpses under her hands bounced several times, and large strands of diluted blood gushed out, staining the palm of her hand.

But Song Qingxiao's eyes were resolute, and he used all his strength and perseverance to still cut off this head from the corpse.

I don't know how long it took, the soaked head was finally completely cut off, and the corpse that was still struggling suddenly lost its movement.

"Go get food."

She panted and looked up, her face already thin and distorted, with only skin and bones left.

She didn't sleep all night, causing her eye sockets to sink and her eyes to turn blue-black, as if she had aged ten years overnight.

But her eyes were the same as before, no, even sharper than before.

It was like a sword about to be unsheathed, revealing a chill.

The women she had seen shrunk their shoulders, their faces frightened, afraid to meet her gaze.

The woman holding the cat stood in the corner in a daze, and when she saw the scene where she had slaughtered the man's corpse earlier, she bit her lip thoughtfully.

Juan'er and the other three women sat on their knees with their knees crossed, their expressions pale and they didn't dare to make a sound.

Meow. ’

A cat meow woke up the woman holding the cat, she hesitated, but still took the initiative to stand up, picked up the bucket on the cabinet, and walked out.

After a while, the smell of cooked meat came into the shipyard, and the woman holding the cat came back with a small bucket in her hand, with an excited face:

"There are two buckets of food today."

Food was scarce, and yesterday they divided a large bucket, and several of them were not full.

When they heard that there were two buckets of food today, the other four women in the shipyard all made loud swallowing sounds.

"Why is there so much food?"

Song Qingxiao sat on top of the cold corpse, so weak that he didn't seem to have the strength to get up.

The feeling of detachment after hand-to-hand combat came up, and every muscle around his body was extremely sore.