Houses flickering in the smog. The dead leaves that fall from the trunk from time to time seem to be snowflakes floating in this white world.

In this desolate village, terrible things are brewing. A centipede broke through the parched soil, its tentacles explored the cold air for a while, and then pulled out its knots and crawled into the middle of the road, and without climbing two steps, it creaked with one foot and trampled it to the side of the juice.

Li Xumu walked alone on the deserted road, didn't pay attention to his feet at all, squinted his eyes and carefully looked for No. 180 Jinye Village in the fog.

After walking for some time, a strange sight on the side of the road caught his attention.

It was a house that had been burned to the point of being reduced to a frame, and it had become a ruin, littered with wood that had been burned to black charcoal. And around the ruins is a ring of wooden branches. The twigs were tied to a fence with wire, which was supposed to prevent anyone from entering, but it looked more like preventing anything from coming out of the ruins, because the fence was densely covered with yellow paper symbols.

Li Xumu found that a large amount of white paper money was scattered on the ground around the ruins, judging from these various anomalous phenomena, this should be the former No. 180.

Li Xumu approached the fence, and he could still smell the smell of burning, and vaguely seemed to be able to hear the faint cry of a little girl, ethereal and ethereal.

Li Xumu could imagine the little girl twisting in pain in the flames. Her birth, the tragic fate was already doomed, it was a sunny childhood, but she endured hunger and cold, and faced the cold and hostile faces of the villagers. Born deformed, she may no longer think that loneliness is an unbearable thing, and perhaps death can be regarded as a cruel relief.

The crying was gone, maybe it was just the crying of a villager in the distance. Li Xumu woke up from his trance and found that the height of the fence was almost at the waist of his waist, and there was a fence where there was already some inclination, which looked like someone had climbed over it.

With his height of 185 and years of physical training, he was able to jump over this height easily. After a little run, he jumped and landed steadily in the fence, and the fluffy dust flew in all directions.

In the yellow soil, Li Xumu clearly found that there were several footprints on the ground, and there were some black char residues left on the footprints, which were obviously someone who had walked out of the ruins. Judging from the paper money and paper charms all over the ground, the villagers here are afraid of this place, and regard this place as a place of bad luck, and no one should come here easily, so this footprint is very likely to be Ah Fang's.

Li Xumu walked into the ruins, hoping to find some useful clues. Stepping into the charcoal all over the floor, you can vaguely find some unburned residues, blackened combs, half-burned pillows, and dolls whose faces have been melted away by the heat.

And what really catches the eye is a picture frame. Picked it up, removed the glass shards on it, and found that the photographs were not burned.

wiped the stains on the photo and saw that the photo was a group photo of Afang's family of three. In the photo, a woman is smiling, her hands are hanging on the shoulders of a little girl, Li Xumu recognized this woman at a glance as the previous A Fang, she was not crazy at that time, and there were no sores on her delicate skin, like a happy expression. And the deformed little girl also saw the real face, she was dumbfounded, her head was almost 180 degrees across her shoulder, and it was really scary to look at it. And what really attracted attention was the man standing next to Ah Fang, judging from the photo that this person should be the child's father.

The man put his right hand around Ah Fang's shoulder, in the photo he seems to be smiling, his skin is dark, although he is not tall, but he looks strong overall, and he should usually work in the field.

But this person seems to have never been seen among the villagers, and he hasn't heard Xiufen mention it, but if the family has suffered such a big change, if he knows about it, he will definitely not sit idly by, so where is this person now? Or is it dead? Just as he continued to look for more clues, a cold children's rhyme sang in the air.

"Wind~child~blow~rain~child~down~, dear~love~of~treasure~treasure~no~to~afraid~, because ~you are in the arms of ~mother~"

This sudden singing voice is goosebumpy, it is an ethereal female voice, the song is full of sadness, and it sounds particularly miserable. Li Xumu tensed his nerves and vigilantly observed his surroundings, but there was no figure in the haze at all. And the nursery rhymes are still floating in the air.

While looking around, Li Xumu found that the sound was actually coming from under his feet! Bending down, a clearer song came from the ruins of the ground.

"Don't be afraid~Don't be afraid~Mom~Forever~Accompany~In~You~Body~Side~"

Fear spread from the top of his head along his spine all over his body, Li Xumu moved his feet, instinctively took a few steps back, this voice can be heard, it is Ah Fang's voice...

In the midst of these few steps, one foot seemed to step on a plank, and the plank made a muffled thud.

"Hollow?!" Li Xumu continued to test it with his feet a few times, feeling that there was indeed a hole under his feet, and at this moment he was even more sure that the singing voice came from under this wooden plank.

Fingers touched the edge of the board, and lifted the board up with force, and the black smoke and dust suddenly rose everywhere, Li Xumu covered his mouth and nose, and looked down from the smoke and dust, and there was a black hole hidden under the board.

At the same time as it was opened, the children's rhyme also came to an abrupt end. A foul smell gushed out of the hole.

Li Xumu waved away the smoke and dust in front of him, but the sudden stench made him quickly cover his nose. It is a kind of foul smell that has accumulated for a long time, and the pungent smell of entering an unattended public toilet is deeply experienced.

"Ah Fang? Are you down there? Li Xumu asked tentatively, but no one answered in the underground passage, only the strange sound of the wind blowing through the hole.

Li Xumu hesitated at the entrance of the cave, and finally decided to go down to find out, after all, the clue note for this subject was to guide himself to No. 180 Jinye Village, which has now been burned to ruins, so the useful clue is very likely to be in this hidden passage.

Gritting his teeth, he lit the lighter and used it as lighting, and cautiously poked his head in. It was found to be a vertical hole, and a ladder was put down, and from the edge of the hole, it looked like someone had dug it out, because there were shovel marks around the passage.

Li Xumu stepped on the ladder and went down to the bottom of the passage, a deeper passage went deep into the ground, and the end of the passage could not be seen in the dark. The whole passage was very narrow, Li Xumu could only endure the pungent smell and squatt, and the soil fell from time to time on the top of his head, feeling that it would collapse at any time, which was very dangerous.

After walking far, they entered a wide space, and iron buckets were piled aside, and they stepped forward, and they were full of dung. There are also bags of garbage and bottles and cans scattered around the iron barrel, which looks like there are traces of human life here. A sudden small voice made Li Xumu immediately vigilant.

Holding a lighter, the faint light of the fire slowly approached the source of the sound, and suddenly the back of a woman appeared in the firelight.

A woman sat on the ground with her back to Li Xumu, slowly swaying from side to side, holding something in her arms. Judging from the woman's shabby clothes, this person is Ah Fang

"Is it you? Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. Li Xumu tentatively whispered, and at the same time slowly approached forward, as the firelight became clearer and clearer, the things that Ah Fang was holding became clear.

It turned out to be a child in his arms! It's just that the body was blocked by Ah Fang, only a pair of legs stretched out from under his arms, and Ah Fang shook his body as if he was coaxing the child to sleep. Judging by the length of the child's legs, he must be at least 8 years old.

An ominous premonition sprouted from Li Xumu's heart. He stopped approaching, and the flame of the lighter began to sway from side to side, and he inexplicably felt that it was the little girl who was burned to death in Ah Fang's hand at this time.

At this moment, Li Xumu felt a figure flickering behind him, and the air that was driven suddenly extinguished the flames of the lighter, and the whole person fell into darkness in an instant.

Li Xumu was facing the direction of Ah Fang, one hand was slightly stretched out to prevent someone from suddenly approaching, and the other hand desperately wanted to open the flame of the lighter again, but no matter how hard he tried, he only saw sparks splashing from the lighter.

Li Xumu's breathing intensified, and the longer he spent in this darkness, the stronger the sense of oppression in his heart became, and the lighter was a little hot because of the previous burning. With a hard thumb, the faint light of the fire was rekindled.

This warm light made Li Xumu breathe a sigh of relief, but the direction in front of him where Ah Fang was sitting just now was already empty. Li Xumu's heart tightened for a while, because he felt the snort behind him, and the breath was almost close to the back of his neck.

Turning his head suddenly, before he could react, Li Xumu only felt that his head was hit hard by something, and the dizziness spread throughout his body like a tide, and a stream of heat flowed down his forehead and cheeks.

His body was as weak as a sponge in an instant, and he collapsed, and at the last moment of his sight, Li Xumu saw a person holding an iron rod standing beside him.

The eyelids gradually sank, and the vision gradually blurred. The consciousness of survival made him almost use all his strength to open his eyelids again, and it was this time that Li Xumu, who had fallen, saw this person's face clearly.

He wasn't sure if he was seeing a person. Because the person who knocked himself down is a bad face.

There was almost no skin on his face, his cheeks were sunken, and a layer of rotten flesh was applied to them, and the red tissues were hung with a yellow substance that had been crusted, and the rotten flesh could barely cover the high convex cheekbones, and the whole person seemed to be burned like this, and even the eyelids were stuck to the eyebrows, unable to close. Two protruding eyeballs stared at him in a daze.

The dizziness could no longer support his eyelids, and Li Xumu completely lost consciousness at this time and passed out.

At this time, Ah Fang walked out from behind the rotten face man and kissed him in the direction of his mouth, but the rotten face man had no lips for a long time, Ah Fang touched his gums, and stretched back his neck with a happy face.

Ah Fang looked at Li Xumu who fell to the ground and laughed stupidly. Her laughter echoed through the passage. And she was pulling a little girl at this time.

The little girl tilted her neck and looked at Li Xumu as well.