The old woman lying on the bed also seemed to feel a little strange, and she turned her head slightly, and looked at the half-hidden door, as if something was slowly approaching the room.

Although the old woman is old, her hearing is good, and Tong Yao can also hear that it is Guan Yue who is here.

With a "squeak", the door of the house was blown open by the wind, and the old woman's eyes widened in alarm.

Guan Yue's figure floated in from outside the room, with a bit of enchanting grace that did not belong to the world: "People...... Person...... Where are the people......"

Guan Yue deliberately hoarsely voiced, and as she spoke, one foot had already stepped in.

The old woman swallowed and sat up from the bed unexpectedly.

Tong Yao's brows furrowed slightly, and she saw that there seemed to be something in the sleeve of the old woman's coat, shining in the moonlight.

She recited the incantation silently, and peered into the old woman's sleeve—a silver hairpin, hidden in the old woman's sleeve, already held in her hand.

If the "goblin" had taken a step closer to her, the old woman would most likely have taken some measures to defend herself.

Tong Yao frowned, she was really a troublesome old woman.

Her hand stamped under her sleeve as she silently chanted a spell in her mind.

The old woman, who was already ready to go, suddenly had a feeling of lightness, and her hand seemed to be unable to hold the golden hairpin in her sleeve.

At the same time, the scene in front of me began to blur, as if I was in the little boy's room, but it didn't seem to be.

Everything becomes plausible, making it impossible to distinguish between the real and the fake.

She felt her consciousness begin to blur, and another scene appeared in front of her—a dark tunnel.

On both sides were dim oil lamps, and there was no air outlet, but a cool breeze blew from the front and back.

The fires on both sides were clearly extinguished in the wind, as if one was not careful, it would be blown out by the wind.

The old woman's body floated involuntarily in the tunnel, and from time to time water droplets dripped down from the top of the tunnel.

When you touch it in your hand, it has a sticky and greasy touch.

In a trance, she stretched out her left hand and reached into the endless tunnel ahead.

Hands feel particularly uncomfortable in the humid air.

Suddenly, something squeezed out of the crack in the stone above the tunnel.

She couldn't help but reach out to take it, and with a "click", a young carp fell into her hand.

The carp had strange black hair on its head, its eyes were wide, black liquid was flowing from the corners of its eyes, its blood-red tongue was long and dragged outside, and its tail fin seemed to have become a sharp weapon, scraping on the palm of its hand and causing pain.

On top of that, the carp actually opened its bloody mouth and was about to bite into the palm of its hand.

The old woman was startled, and suddenly flipped her palm, and with a "click", the strange carp fell to the ground and seeped into the cracks in the floor.

The old woman had not yet calmed down her fearful state of mind, and her body fluttered unconsciously.

Where is this and what's in it?

She wanted to make a sound, she wanted to ask her husband for help, but when she opened her mouth, she couldn't make a sound.

What's wrong with you?

Her hand rested on her neck, cold, damp, and unwarm.

It's not your own neck!

It's not your own body!

Who is this for?

The old woman began to feel frightened.

She is in a body that does not belong to her, in a place that does not belong to her, and there is no one around her.

Only! Yes! She! Self! Oneself!