Yu Moji sat silently in the dark, occasionally moving his fingers silently.

That's exactly what she's used to. As long as she could control her fingers, she knew she was at least alive.

But all she knows now is that she is still alive.

She had been in this situation for twelve days.

There is no light source in this cramped cabin, and after staying for a long time, it is easy to lose the ability to judge time. Yu Moji can estimate the time because two people will come every day, bring in a basin of water, and a dozen roasted and blackened sweet potatoes.

That's what a dozen girls in this cabin eat for a whole day.

They were held here for more than ten days, their hands and feet were tied, and an iron chain was tied to their waists, so there was no possibility of getting out. The frequent and violent shaking caused by the wind and waves caused the frail girls to vomit from intense discomfort.

The cabin was full of filth.

However, these half-dead girls have completely ignored such trivial matters.

Faced with the food that is simply used to raise dolphins, they seem to think of themselves as pigs.

The screeching sound of the daily locks opening, and all the dying girls suddenly regained a little of their vitality, and a little light gathered in their chaotic eyes—the source of that light was the heavy wooden door that had been pushed inward. Then a petite female ghost will lead a tower-like male ghost to appear at the door.

Ink Marks sees them as ghosts, because only ghosts do what they do.

The female ghost is "what a woman's home should look like" in the minds of Tusu men, her face is not very beautiful, and she is still beautiful when she describes it carefully; The posture is not very dignified, and it is quite charming when it is dressed; I know what I should do, but when I don't want to do the physical work I want to do, I also know how to be coquettish, and beg the man to do it by praising the man's temperament.

Duanli's reserved girl is the pursuit of a large family; Ordinary civilians just want such a delicate, considerate slave who can speak considerately and have a bit of housekeeping skills.

But such a woman who completely meets the standards of a woman's family set by someone who doesn't know who plays a role that makes a living by bullying and abusing other women.

The coquettishness of this female ghost was only used to instruct the tower-like male ghost to put down a basin of water at the door, and then smash the dozen or so sweet potatoes like briquettes at the poor girls.

She knew the fate of these girls perfectly, and in that reddened lip she could tear up the fate of a person who should not belong to an independent person at any time in a very vicious tone.

But that kind of distant future is no longer the concern of these girls who have long been in doom.

The girls don't have these two ghosts in their eyes. All they knew was that as soon as the door opened, water and sweet potatoes arrived.

At this moment, the girls, whose hands and feet were bound together, were able to squeeze out a frenzied force, and scrambled to drag the rattling chains, arching towards the tattered basin and the briquette-like things, stretching out their usual silent lips, sticking out their tongues, which they had been ashamed to confide, to take in and grab the only food and water they had.

It turns out that hunger and thirst can really drive people to disqualification.

Actually, it wasn't like that in the first place.

When Yu Moji regained consciousness in a daze, more than 30 girls had already been stuffed into the cabin where more than a dozen people were crowded, and their heads touched their heads and their feet touched their feet. Frightened, Yu Moji immediately woke up, and thought that he was back in the ice crevasse of the dead corpse in that place.

Fortunately, these girls are fresh and warm people.

They were all kidnapped or coaxed or tricked into getting them on this ship.

Some of them have violent tempers and curse at the heavens and the earth; Some are cowardly and gentle, and only complain about their own miserable lives. Some are noble-born, they are young ladies of the scholar clan, and some are cold and lonely, like residual ink marks.

In the predicament, the only thing the girls can rely on is almost strangers to each other.

The chamber was impregnable, and most of the time, no one entered.

A few bold girls, taking advantage of the fact that the abductors still left them a mouth to eat, took the lead in discussing countermeasures. Some of them said that their families were so powerful that as long as they could find a way to report the news, all the girls here would be rescued; Some say that when the female ghost and the male ghost who deliver food come, everyone will break out together, and it may not be a chance at all - but this proposal was opposed by several girls at the beginning, after all, the tower-like figure of the big Han tower is really quite intimidating. The girls are already scared mentally, and it is even more difficult to have a chance to win.

Although Yu Moji didn't speak much, his mind didn't stop spinning quickly.

She had just snatched her life back from the extremely difficult snowy mountains, and she was unwilling to give up the struggle no matter what.

At first, she wanted to start with the structure of the giant ship, which was the craft she was most proud of; However, this cabin has only four walls, and I am afraid that she will not be able to use this skill until she has a chance to leave here.

If there is no opportunity, create it. Yu Moji thought a lot about the only doorway with the only exit facing inward—she only thought that the people who held them had no common sense at all, so wasn't she afraid that they would directly dismantle the doorway?

It's just that, although they didn't have chains around their waists at that time, the leather ropes on their hands and feet were tightly tied. Not only was the leather rope quite strong, but the more she struggled, the tighter it became, and Yu Moji couldn't set her still dexterous hands free, and the plan to dismantle the door shaft never came to fruition.

She was thinking about it so much that a few anxious girls couldn't stand it anymore. They went back and forth and discussed many times, and finally decided that while they still had the courage, they still had to take a risk and rush out together.

The results were disastrous.

When they did their first thing, outside the originally quiet hatch, several boatmen with the same physique as the tower-like male ghost instantly poured in.

The leading girls were dragged out directly, and some never came back; Some of them survived, but they were also tortured to the point that they were carried back by the boatman like a broken sack, and the petite female ghost was given a sneer.

In order to prevent them from thinking crookedly, from that day on, they had an extra chain tied to pigs and dogs around their waists, and they only had this basin of water to eat, and each person could barely get half of the sweet potatoes.

The rapidly debilitating physical strength and the failure of repeated attempts soon eroded the girls' hopes and fighting spirit.

What is especially embarrassing is that there are those who risk death to take the lead, and there are those who are timid and retreat. Those who lead will face unimaginable doom, but those who retreat can settle down in this stinking cabin, enjoying daily pickled drinking water and charred sweet potatoes. This kind of injustice, which can be seen everywhere on land but is often overlooked, makes it difficult to make up for the dislike between these girls who are not very familiar with each other.

Faith and hope passed with time, silence and apathy soon returned, and gradually, no one was rushing forward for the freedom of all.

At the same time, disease, as the inevitable enemy of this stage, has finally quietly emerged from the filth of the ground.

When the hatch opened, by the faint light outside the door, everyone saw a girl's hands and face spread into a rotten red sore. So the team, which had been divided for a long time, was once again united in a rare way - the girls instantly reached an agreement with screams to abandon the patient.

Yu Moji curled up in the corner, and closed his eyes vigorously, trying not to look at the familiar embroidered shoes on the few pairs of feet that kicked the patient towards the door in the darkness.

The patient was dragged out. After a terrifying scream, Yu Moji seemed to hear the sound of something falling into the water.

This incident planted a black seed in the hearts of the girls, and since then, everyone has stopped making any cover for their selfishness.

Some struggled to squeeze away from the crawling bodies that stood in the way, and snatched the first sip of water, which might be called the cleanest, in the pickled basin, as if they had forgotten that a few days earlier they had humbly drunk each other's precious water; Someone blatantly snatched the sweet potato that someone else was about to put out his mouth to chew, as if the girl in the cabin had changed, and the little friendship that had worked together to separate the burnt food so that everyone could eat a little was someone else's.

When chaos first took shape, there were attempts to maintain order through theories and quarrels, but they soon discovered that the quarrels themselves meant nothing as much as their purpose.

They initially brought together their meager strength for freedom and life; And when freedom has become an illusory luxury, all their strength must naturally be prioritized for snatching the only resources they have, maintaining the only life they can hope to preserve.

Later, as hunger and disease took the lives of more and more girls, even chaos lost its meaning. After losing half of the number, the rest of the people had a little space not to interfere with each other, and they had more water and more sweet potatoes.

Eating and drinking were not enough, but the scramble had gradually become a formality, and a tacit understanding had been formed among the girls to maintain it, because everyone had to rely on it to prove that he was still alive.

Yu Moji munched on half of the sweet potato she had snatched, trying to forget the madness she experienced day after day.

Under the erosion of darkness, even being alone has almost become a luxury.

But Ink Mark must protect his fragile sanity.

It's not that she doesn't feel hungry, and she doesn't forget the pain—the wound on her leg isn't even healed.

But there is a little flame in her heart, guarding a line of clarity, and she never wants to give up.

This little bit of heart fire followed her all the way into the lecture hall, met Yuan Yizhi, ignited her ambition, taught her to show her ambition to Xu Fuzi, and also aroused her courage, forcing her to ridicule Wei Yeol. This little fire was as small and weak as herself, but it couldn't even extinguish the ice and snow in the sky, and it always accompanied her out of the Chilu Mountain.

It was something she had never imagined she would do, but she did it all.

When a person is in a desperate situation, he must always find a way to build up the confidence to find a way out. Keeping warm in memories is not something only cowards do.

But anyway, when it was pitch black and everyone was quiet, Yu Moji would occasionally have the illusion of returning to the "anthill" he rented in Aige.

She got up very early when she was mourning, and every day she opened her eyes, it was so dark.

After several years like this, she was still very scared.

And now too.

But whether it was mourning, in the dark ice crevices, or here, the thing that could urge her to move as soon as possible happened to be fear.

Yu Moji's fingers moved again.

These days passed, and she tried her best to toss the leather rope that tied her wrist. Although he was never able to break free, the leather rope was a little loose.

She silently stretched out her fingers in the darkness, reaching for a needle she had hidden in a crack in the wall.