I haven't come out of the emotion just now. My mind is filled with memories of the miserable screams of the woman in red, and all I can see is that human face.
The woman in front of me patted my face, lowered her voice and asked:
"You are not from this village?"
I finally came to my senses, nodded slowly, and then looked up at her,
"Are you a servant in this house?"
She nodded, took a bowl of porridge from the stove behind her and handed it to me.
"Drink the porridge and run for your life."
Her voice was not as hoarse as before in the yard, but it sounded nice. Judging from her voice, she was not very old.
I took the porridge and began to observe the room I was in. It was small and pitiful. To put it bluntly, it was similar to the firewood shed of a landlord's house in the past. There were high piles of firewood in the corner, next to the stove, and opposite the stove.
It was a thick pile of straw, and there were a few tattered mattresses on the haystack.
"You...you live here?" I looked at her in surprise.
The woman seemed to have noticed the doubts in my heart, and smiled helplessly. The atrophied muscles on half of her face became more wrinkled with this smile, and she looked indescribably scary. But now I am very grateful to her, and I feel that this
The face is no big deal either.
The woman turned her face to the side, obviously not wanting me to see the burned part. If you only look at the intact side of her face, it is not difficult to see that she was originally a pretty girl.
"It would be nice to have some accommodation. Survival is the most important thing. This is where half of my face was burned, but thanks to the burns, I was able to save my life."
I looked at her in confusion, wondering why being burned actually saved her life.
The woman smiled miserably,
"My name is Dulan, I am a villager in the village. I was arrested a few days ago to sweep ashes. Originally, the fate would be the same as that of the girl in red today, but one night when I was cooking here, I didn't
I accidentally ignited the straw and started a fire..."
"I was disfigured in the fire and was despised by the master, so I escaped death. However, I am afraid I will be trapped in this house for the rest of my life..."
"Master?" I looked at her suspiciously.
"Is that what lives in that room?"
Dulan blocked my offence, his eyes were horrified, and he said in a trembling voice:
"Hurry up and drink the porridge, then leave quickly. Whether you can make it out of the mountain alive depends on your luck!"
I opened her hand and whispered:
"Why did the master make so many wax corpses? What on earth did he want to do? Are all the villagers in the village waiting to die?"
Dulan's eyes were a little red, and she shook her head vigorously, unwilling to say another word.
"Bang...bang...bang"
At this moment, there was a sudden banging on the door behind her. Du Lan quickly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her hands, her expression returned to her previous cautious look. She walked to the door and opened it, only to see a man standing at the door.
The dress is similar to the previous bearer.
"Ugly girl, go sweep the ashes quickly!"
"I know...I know..." Dulan replied secretly.
Just as the man was about to leave, he caught sight of me and said again,
"Bring this new guy over too!"
"yes…"
After the man left, Dulan hurriedly walked to me and said anxiously:
"You hurry up and you won't be able to leave if it's too late!"
"How will you explain to them when I leave?"
Du Lan was stunned for a moment, his eyes slowly lowered,
"Now that I am neither a human nor a ghost, I will die sooner or later. It doesn't matter anymore. But you are different. You don't belong here. There is no need to get involved. You'd better run for your life. Maybe there will be a glimmer of hope!"
After hearing what she said, I slowly stood up and picked up my backpack, then stared at her and said word by word:
"Take me to sweep the dust."
Dulan stayed for a while, then shook his head gently, took out two brooms from the corner and pulled me out of the house, towards the largest room in the yard.
"When you enter the master's house, you can do whatever you want me to do, but remember, don't raise your head!"
"knew."
We followed her to the door of the main house. Before we even entered, Dulan lowered his head deeply. When I saw this, I also lowered my head.
Dulan knocked on the door gently and said in a trembling voice:
"Master...I'm here to sweep the dust..."
"Come in..."
It's still that gloomy and oppressive voice, but I still feel that this voice sounds familiar.
"Creak..."
Dulan slowly opened the door, and a strong and nauseating smell of blood immediately hit my face. I was a little dazed by the smell, but I still followed Dulan over the high threshold and walked in.
.
There was a "pop" sound, and I felt like I had stepped on something wet as soon as I entered the door. I just lowered my head, and under the dim light of the kerosene lamp in the room, I clearly saw the blood and minced meat all over the floor.
Real rivers of blood...
My eyes were wide open, and a surge of anger forced my breathing to become rapid. At this moment, Duran gently tugged on my sleeve, and I calmed down a little.
I saw her using the broom in her hand to sweep the blood and minced meat on the ground into the dustpan bit by bit, and then poured it into a wooden bucket beside the bed. Every time she poured it, there would be a "squeaking" sound in the bucket.
sound.
Listening to it makes one's stomach churn.
I also imitated her and started sweeping. At the same time, I raised my head slightly and glanced at the bed directly opposite the door with the corner of my eye. I found that it was a simple wooden bed, very large, with a tie on the side.
The curtains were white and stained with large blood stains.
At this time, the curtains were lowered, blocking the bed. Through the thin curtains, I could vaguely see a huge figure sitting on the bed, but I couldn't see his face clearly.
Dulan and I kept our heads down and cleaned for more than ten minutes, which made the wet ground dry. However, the ground was still bloody and red, making it impossible to clean it.
Dulan was too nervous to breathe and tugged on my sleeve, indicating that I could leave. I nodded and followed her outside the house.
But at this moment, the figure sitting on the bed suddenly said:
"You, stay..."
Dulan and I looked at each other and said at the same time:
"who?"
A dry hand slowly stretched out from the curtain and pointed at the two of us,
