The lower body of the Bodhisattva is really amazing, with six arms pointing in all directions, some holding toads on their palms, some holding fairy children, and the middle hand is unusually long and large, holding a baby made of jade.

Ding Yiyi gasped with lingering fear, and tremblingly took out her mobile phone to call Ye Nianmo. As soon as a number was broadcast, her fingers stopped.

In her mind were Fu Fengyi's hopes and the scene of Ye Nianmo playing with her child in the hospital. Warm tears welled up in her eyes. She resisted crying and put away her phone.

She didn't know what time it was outside the window. She stood there, her feet were already very sore. There was only a futon in front of her, but she didn't dare to sit down, for fear that something terrible was hidden under the yellow futon.

After a while, she could no longer hold on and could only pace around the house in a small area. The air was filled with the stench of dead rats, cockroaches and scorpions. She almost wanted to vomit, but finally endured it.

Come down.

People are prone to despair in a closed and dark space, and at this time she knew that she had fallen into this situation.

She was extremely panicked, worried that no one would notice her, and how long she would stay here. A cockroach crawled next to her, with a ring of white eggs behind its tail. It looked like it was preparing to give birth. She

I was finally so disgusted that I vomited it out.

An hour passed, and it should be noon outside. Although no one brought her food, she was not hungry at all, and her stomach was full of sour water.

Suddenly, someone seemed to be moving outside the door. She ran towards the door as if she had grasped a life-saving straw, "Is there anyone there? I give up, please let me out."

The footsteps outside the door stopped, and no one responded to her. Then they sounded again, but this time they left far away.

In despair, she curled up and slid down the door panel, and beside her, a fat scorpion arrogantly crawled past.

"La la la la." A series of meaningless sounds came out of her mouth; tears had dried up on her face.

Suddenly the door lock was lifted, and then there was the sound of a key being inserted into the door lock. After a while, the door opened from the outside, and she was caught off guard and fell on the threshold.

The host looked at her with a hint of sympathy, "Everything is over."

Ding Yiyi lay silently on the ground. It was already dark outside the door. The nearly two-meter-long bamboo was blown by the wind. Compared with the darkness in the room, the darkness outside was a little brighter.

She silently got up and dragged her tired body out, but was stopped by the host behind her, "Wait a minute."

The host stepped into the door and turned a blind eye to the horrific scene inside. He picked up an unclean cup from the table, grabbed a handful of ash from the incense burner in front of the Bodhisattva and put it into the cup, and borrowed the kettle he carried with him.

Pour water into it.

"This is the last step." The host came out and handed her the cup in his hand.

Ding Yiyi's body trembled, and her eyes followed the swirling gray liquid in the cup. She heard a rumble in her stomach and couldn't help but spit it out, but only sour water came out.

"I don't want to drink." She wiped the liquid from her mouth with difficulty and frowned in refusal.

The host did not force it, "I have said that many wealthy ladies have come here to ask for a child, and they have all suffered the same pain as you. But since you are asking for a child, you have to suffer some."

Ding Yiyi continued to stare at the glass of liquid mixed with various strange things. The host's words reminded her again of her purpose of coming here.
Chapter completed!