There was a slight sound of footsteps in the darkness, and I ran very quickly, and I let Ziwei take a good look at Tang Jiao, and chased in the direction of the sound alone.

As the afterglow of the chase into the burial chamber grew weaker, I slowed my pace and looked around warily, not finding any extra forks.

We walked this road all over again, and we remember everything on the road clearly, the gloomy tomb, how could there be a human figure here?

I'm afraid that there is something we can't cure, the yin qi in the tomb is strong, and the corpse has been eroded into the bones for many years, and I toss it like this today, for fear that it will make the deceased contact and anger and cause the corpse to change.

I didn't see a single footprint on the way, only the dead man's bones around the corner were touched, deviated from the original direction, and the sitting man fell.

The tomb road to the end of the road, there is no other place to hide, when we walked before, the only thing the three of us did not check along the way was the pile of coffins in the large tomb, the people are fine, in case it is something inside......

I gritted my teeth, I didn't want to go down anymore, no matter how bad it was, I followed the master to fight the evil ghosts, Tang Jiao was injured and couldn't walk, I couldn't retreat and hide behind others at this time, whether it was a person or a ghost, I could only bite the bullet!

Returning to the coffins, fortunately I didn't encounter any rats, so I slowly approached the coffins and stood still listening to the sounds inside.

The burial chamber is very large, the coffins are parked neatly and slightly crowded, at a glance, there are twenty or thirty mouths, if one by one to open the coffin to verify it is too offensive and too impractical, at this time it is seven points guess three points luck.

I started with the first coffin and slowly walked along the gap in between, closing my eyes, slowing down my breathing and focusing all my attention on the breath around me.

The air is flowing, the dead do not breathe, if there is other breathing existence besides me, which can affect the exchange of breath, different from my sense of yin qi, it must be a living person.

I stopped in front of a coffin in the far corner of the wall, took a breath and got ready, and the moment I put my hand on it, I didn't know where I touched it, and all the nails nailed to the coffin lid suddenly shot out. Fortunately, I was prepared, raised my hand to block one with the dagger, and the rest of the sideways dodged, and then looked at the dagger in my hand, because the impact of this blow was so great, that a crack broke in the middle, and my palm was numb, and the tiger's mouth tore a small gap.

Without thinking too much, he seized the initiative he had gained, used all his strength, grabbed both sides of the coffin lid, and lifted the plank with all his strength.

Unexpectedly, the coffin lid was much lighter than normal wood, and when I landed on the ground, I saw that the inside of the wood was a thin layer of stone slabs, and the same was true in the coffin.

I was about to attack with a dagger, and when I saw what was inside the coffin, my movements stopped, and my heart jumped.

In the coffin, a little girl of five or six years old sat in a corner of the stone slab, holding a shabby rag doll in her arms, with a weak figure, so thin that she was only skinny and bones, her hair was long and scattered, and when she was curled up, she could wrap her body in it like a quilt, and suddenly looked like a monster with long hair.

As soon as I opened the lid of the coffin, she hugged her doll tightly and shivered, silently, and hugged her body tighter and tighter, trying to form a ball as small as possible.

"Little sister?" Still holding the dagger in my hand, I tried to communicate with her, "Why are you here?" How did you get in? ”

She remained silent, trembling even more, as if she was terrified.

"I won't hurt you, come to my sister, okay?" I pinned the dagger behind my waist, hid it out of sight, took a step back, and held out my hand.

The girl in the coffin waited a few seconds, then slowly turned her head and looked at me with eyes buried under her hair.

I nervously forced my face, smiled at her, and said, "Don't be afraid, my sister is not a bad person and will not hurt you." ”

She seemed to believe it, and as if she didn't believe it, her emotions loosened a little, and she let go of her arms a little.

I waited patiently, and for a long time, she stood up from the coffin, her long hair cascading vertically down to her knees.

She held her doll, her face looking dirty, without shoes, and she staggered and skillfully crawled out of the coffin, opening her mouth and making ahhhh

I paused and asked, "What do you want to say?" ”

She still screamed and stumbled over to me.

When my hand touched her body's temperature, I breathed a sigh of relief, making sure she was alive.

I squatted down in front of her eyes, gently brushed away the hair blocking her eyes, and asked in a harmonious voice, "Little sister, are you the only one here?" ”

She stared at me for a moment, her eyes looking away, unable to understand what I was saying, full of curiosity.

I looked at her body, which was almost undressed, and went to the coffin, pulled out a thin layer of bedding that was spread underneath, cut off a thin layer of fabric with a knife, folded it in half, broke a hole, put a pullover on the little girl, and tied a strip of cloth around her waist to tie the fabric up, barely sheltering her body.

"Master." As soon as I finished doing it, I heard Ziwei's voice, got up and shook my head at him, signaling that there was no danger.

Ziwei helped Tang Jiao, he looked better than just now, he was no longer sweating, and he didn't cover his stomach with his hands.

"How does it feel?" I went to his side and touched his forehead, which was the kind of coolness that caused too much water loss on the surface of the body, which was normal.

Tang Jiao was still weak to speak, and he didn't say anything about himself, but when he saw the little girl, he asked me in horror: "What is this, is she a human?" ”

"I've checked it, rest assured."

"This is someone's tomb, can you rest assured, how did her child come in?"

"I don't know, I asked, she hasn't spoken."

"Dumb?"

I said no, "Maybe." There was a problem with communication, she couldn't understand what we were saying, and she would only utter some unspoken monosyllables. ”

"Hey, hey-" Tang Jiao became uncomfortable again, "I don't think I'm going to die here, Shopkeeper Shen, for the sake of our common suffering, if I am gone, you can remember to burn me a copy of that paperwork and let me have a good baby." ”

"Stop talking nonsense, shut your mouth and rest, you can live a little longer."

When I finished speaking, I saw that the little girl was stimulated, and the person quickly slipped back into the coffin, and wrapped herself in it again, and grasped the head of the rag doll with so much force that the doll was torn to a shapeless, and a few clumps of gray cotton were pulled out of the place where the thread was broken.

"Does she understand us?" Zi looked at the girl suspiciously.

I shook my head and remembered the potentially frightening part of our conversation just now, counting them one by one, and only one word might scare the child.

"Dead ......" Ziwei repeated the word to the girl, and the little girl immediately shrank again, and snorted twice in her mouth.

"Little sister, what's your name?" Ziwei stepped forward, propped his hands on the coffin, and asked her in a soft tone, "Where is your mother?" Who brought you here? ”

Our questions made her feel frightened and confused, Ziwei tried to gesture with her hand twice, explaining what she meant while repeating, and picked up a stone to draw on the ground.

"Why are you here? Did someone bring you here? Zi didn't ask.

I listened to him and looked at him, and for no reason I felt that this scene was familiar, as if it had happened in front of my eyes once. Moreover, the subject of the questioning made me empathize with the discomfort as if I had experienced it myself.

But who's asking? And for what?

The little girl seemed to understand what he meant, and danced on the ground, but her movements confused us.

She pointed at herself, then at us, then stuck out her tongue, tilted her head to one side, rolled her eyes and twitched, and then fell straight to the coffin with her doll in her arms, staring at us motionless with wide eyes.

I couldn't understand what she was expressing, I couldn't see the meaning of this action, I just felt weird, even weird, and my back was numb when I met her gaze.

We didn't understand, so naturally we couldn't give her a response, and before Ziwei could ask again, the little girl got angry, turned her head around the doll, crawled out from the other side of the coffin, and ran in the direction of the road.

"Keep up." I say.

She kept walking forward, her small body ran barefoot fast, there were no footprints behind her, I raised my hand to shine with the light, her shadow was faintly cast on the ground, blurry and hazy.

Not far away, she turned along the wall, and when we followed, we found that the person was gone, and only the wall with the map of the catastrophe was drawn in front of us.

Tang Jiao's face turned a little paler, and said, "Is that kid a ghost, how can anyone disappear out of thin air?" ”

"Impossible." I was all too familiar with the Shade, the child must have been human, and there was no place in her that resembled the Shade.

"There must be something here." As I spoke, I groped around the wall, thinking there would be some mechanism.

It's simpler than imagined that it doesn't matter if you touch it, I found that the mural above feels very light, and when I tap my fingers, the sound is crisp, "Empty." ”

"It's better not to go back to square one." Tang Jiao's heart palpitated, "Don't come up with anything scary." ”

I stooped down, and there was a black hole in the hole, which we didn't even notice last time, that a piece of the mural hidden in the ruins of paint under my feet had fallen off, and there was a small mouse hole hidden behind it.

"That's where the little girl came out?" Tang Jiao almost turned his back on his anger, "What if I bump into a mouse?" ”

"It's a shame that you're still sane." I said, "This won't be an exit, if the rats could get out, they wouldn't be hungry like this." ”

"Then this is ......"

"It's a trap."

After speaking, when he saw the first abnormally large white mouse come out, he quickly grabbed the skeleton corpse lying on the ground, wrapped it in a rotten cloth, and stuffed it to block the hole, and a nest of rats squeaked incessantly.

Suddenly, small footsteps sounded behind me, and I jerked around to see the little girl's shadow slip away from my eyes, and when I followed her again, I saw that she was laboriously dragging the lid of the coffin back into place.