Just when they all thought the plot was over, the voice started again.
This time, there was a hint of crying in my words.
"Wenya, take mom's doll and go to the last place."
Xiaolan looked at the doll in Wen Wenming's hand.
This was the last doll Sun Po sold to them.
This should also be the last words my mother said to Wenya.
Everyone looked at Xiaolan.
Xiaolan was speechless, silently walked to the bedside, reached out and grabbed the doll in the mummy's arms.
The force of pulling lifted the mummy's hand, and the fingertips of the mummy, like dead branches, gently touched Xiaolan's palm, feeling numb and cold.
"Dang clang... clang clang..." The sound of the mechanism.
The last door actually opened on the floor.
A square trap door slowly lifted up, and a large black hole appeared on the floor.
There is light in the cave, orange-red.
A wooden ladder leads down.
Before Xiaolan followed her companions into the basement, she turned back and took one last look at Wen Wenming's body.
He was motionless and alone.
"Xiaolan?" Qin Yin turned around and called her.
"Why."
Xiaolan used her hands and feet to climb in quickly.
Qin Yin landed, quickly raised the candle lamp and looked around, but suddenly bumped into the Taoist priest's arm.
The Taoist priest turned his back to them and looked steadily ahead.
"Taoist Priest? Are you..."
"Oh my god..."
"This is……"
The basement was very spacious, and they stood on the edge and looked at the scene in the middle.
The orange-red light comes from a circle of candles standing on the ground. The candles are burning and the flames are shaking slightly.
In the middle of the candle, there is a circular raised area, and the ground seems to be drawn into some kind of pattern, which cannot be clearly seen.
On the raised ground, there was a person sitting cross-legged.
Xiaolan's heart beat violently.
Who could it be?
The person's back was facing them, and a piece of pink plaid cotton cloth covered her head, spread from behind her, and spread to the ground.
Qin Yin walked around to the side of the man.
"It's a child." She looked up at her companion.
Xiaolan walked over.
His black hair was braided into two braids, his eyes were closed, his lips were pursed, and his face was pale. The man had his arms folded across his chest, as if he was hugging something.
She was also wearing a white dress that had turned yellow.
"It's a girl..." Jasmine's voice was trembling, "This...is Wen Mengli..."
"Wen Mengli has died in the closet," the Taoist leader said stiffly, "The baby god and Wen Mengli have changed their bodies, and the dead person in the closet is Wen Mengli."
"Then this is..."
Qin Yin hugged Xiaolan's shoulders tightly.
No one spoke.
Xiaolan half-opened her mouth and stared blankly at the corpse.
No way.
Obviously...
"哐! 哐! 哐!... Wow... Boo-"
There was some noise up there.
"What's going on?" Jasmine raised her head.
The fool took a few steps, stood on the ladder and looked up.
"Wow!" He shrank his neck, "The All-Life and Literature Army is coming in!"
The sound of messy footsteps was approaching.
"Close the door quickly!" Qiao Nian shouted.
The fool leaned out half of his body, grabbed the door panel, and closed it hard.
"Hey!——"
An iron rod stuck in the crack of the door.
The fool refused to accept this trick, so he grabbed the iron rod with one hand, pulled hard, and instantly seized the weapon of the literary army.
That’s it.
"Bang!"
There happened to be a latch inside the door, so the fool locked it.
The two of them were outside the door, banging on the door.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"Fortunately, we fools are strong and capable," Qin Yin touched Xiaolan's hair, "Those two people are really bad guys and have done it to the end. One is dead and the other is crazy and still doesn't repent. It's really... ah! -"
Qin Yin's scream had several times the effect in this enclosed space.
Especially Xiaolan, who was closest to her, was instantly stunned.
But soon, they learned the reason for the scream.
When their attention was drawn away by the intruder outside the door, at some point, a figure appeared in the corner of the room.
The figure said nothing, his long messy hair spread around his waist, and his face was hidden behind his hair.
The red dress was already in tatters.
Moreover, if you look carefully, the woman's limbs are twisted abnormally, and her body seems to be shaking slightly.
Qiao Nian and Jasmine's hands were clasped together.
The fool was very confused and regretted closing the door.
The woman moved.
Baomu rushed behind the Taoist leader in one step.
Xiaolan seemed to know.
The woman raised her head, revealing her face behind her black hair.
A beautiful face stained with blood.
She is Wenya's mother.
"Wenya," the woman smiled sadly, "Mom is gone too..."
They all realized this - since Wenwenjun appeared here, it meant that he had already taken Wenya's mother...
"Mom comes to see you for the last time."
Qin Yin put her hand on Xiaolan's shoulder. She felt Xiaolan's trembling, so she lowered her head and glanced down.
There was no fear on this child's face, only sadness.
"Mom," Xiaolan took a step forward, "I... am I dead too?"
She pointed to the body.
"This is me."
Wenya's mother didn't speak for a long time. After a long time, she shook her head with a smile and said, "Wenya, mother can't say anything. Put the divine baby...put the divine baby in this child's arms. The divine baby will tell you the answer. Mother can't say.
ah……"
Wenya's mother said and stepped back.
"Mother!"
Xiaolan was caught by Qin Yin.
"Xiaolan, that's Wenya's mother," Qin Yin hugged her hard, "You are a divine child, have you forgotten?"
The figure of Wenya's mother disappeared into the darkness.
Xiaolan lowered her head and stared at the doll in her hand.
"She asked us to put the divine baby in the arms of this corpse," Jasmine said softly, "Xiaolan, please put the baby down and take a look."
Xiaolan nodded heavily, turned around and placed the doll in the arms of the corpse.
But there was no response.
The doll sat upright in the arms of the corpse, its blue eyes shining with the flickering candles.
The Taoist priest stepped into the circle surrounded by candles, thought for a while, and placed the two dolls in his hands next to the corpse.
"I think - in the last room, the broadcast asked us to take away Wenya's mother's sacred child. This should have a purpose."
"Then do we have to gather all the dolls together?" The fool handed his doll to the Taoist priest and asked him to place it at the feet of the corpse.
Others followed suit.
Including Wenya's mother's doll, there were seven dolls in total, neatly guarding the body.
Wenya's baby in the corpse's arms was still squatting quietly in her arms.
"Isn't it like this?..."
The Taoist priest muttered and moved closer to the corpse to readjust the position of the doll. The moment his eyes came into contact with the corpse's face at close range, the Taoist priest was stunned for a moment.
Immediately, a flash of light appeared in his eyes.
The Taoist priest raised his hand and reached straight for the corpse's head.
"Taoist Master, what do you want to do?——"
The thick cotton cloth was lifted off.
What fell with it was the dark hair fixed on the cotton cloth.