Qin Yin was like a doll that had been torn apart by naughty children, her thin body lying weakly on the ground.
Wen Ling cried and ran to Qin Yin. He wanted to reach out and pick her up, but he didn't dare to do it.
The bloody and thin body...
"Ahem..."
Qin Yin started to move, her hands stained with blood flicked a few times, and Wen Ling quickly turned her body over.
The lovely round face was half red, and her eyes narrowed weakly. Qin Yin opened his mouth to say something, but what came out was two more coughs and a few streams of blood foam.
Wen Ling's nose became sore again, and her breath caught in her chest, which made her want to cry and scream. She bit her lower lip and let the big tears fall on Qin Yin's blood-stained clothes.
"Ahem..." Qin Yin raised his hand and wiped away the blood on his mouth with difficulty, "Xiaolan..."
Xiaolan felt something was not right.
Standing in the deep and dark forest, she stopped.
She turned her head and glanced behind her cautiously.
It was the same forest that I had just walked through, quiet and peaceful, with no trace of anything except the night wind.
She sighed heavily, frowned, turned back and walked forward.
Why do you feel so uneasy?
My chest feels tight and there is a slight throbbing sensation.
What on earth is this...
"ah!"
Xiaolan didn't pay attention, stepped on a round stone, and fell into the mud.
She got up from the ground. The palm of her right hand was burning. Xiaolan looked at her palm and then at the ground. It turned out that a sharp stone hidden in the grass had carved a long wound in her palm.
Xiaolan bared her teeth, cursed and tugged at the linen robe on her body, intending to tear off a piece to bandage the wound. When she was tearing off the clothes, Xiaolan suddenly felt a sore nose and started to shed tears.
"Eh?" Xiaolan groaned and shed tears, shocking herself at the same time, "Crying?"
I have never cried in pain before.
Although the pain from the wound is a bit intense because the water on my body has not dried yet, it is not to this extent...
Compared with the pain in the palm of my hand, these tears are more likely to come from... the depression in my heart.
Xiaolan wrapped up her wound, helplessly raised her teary eyes, and looked at the starry sky above her head.
It is said to be a starry sky, but in fact there are only a few stars twinkling.
Xiaolan sniffed and took a few deep breaths before she felt the pain in her chest lessened.
"well……"
She moved her steps, picked up the edge of her robe, and continued walking forward.
Walking deeper and deeper into the forest, Xiaolan didn't know where she was going, but this body seemed to know it, and walked straight forward with Xiaolan's consciousness. When the sky was slightly bright,
At the end of Xiaolan's sight, a wooden house in the forest appeared.
The wooden house was completely green. When Xiao Lan approached in surprise, she discovered that the green color on the surface of the wooden house came from the moss and ivy clinging to the roof and walls. The wooden house's doors and windows were closed, and it stood quietly in the open space, like a coffin.
The sun was rising quickly in the zenith. Xiaolan walked quietly to the wooden house and looked in through the window.
The eye sockets dilated slightly, and the feeling just now became true.
Inside the wooden house, there is really a coffin.
In the center of the room, there lay a simple thin wooden coffin. The lid of the coffin was opened and put aside. From Xiaolan's perspective, the inside of the coffin could not be seen.
"call--"
Xiaolan scratched her head and walked around to the front door.
Push the door.
There was a harsh creaking sound under the door. The door was not locked, but maybe it was too old, and the door panel and door frame seemed inseparable.
"Sin, sin, sin."
Xiaolan apologized sincerely, picked up her skirt, raised her feet, and kicked her forward.
Squeak—bang!
The fragile door panel fell to the ground, and the ivy on the roof fell with a swipe. The fallen door panel stirred up dust and smoke. Xiaolan waved away the dust and stretched her neck to look inside.
Apart from the coffin, there seemed to be nothing else.
Xiaolan's eyes moved downward.
etc!
A string of footprints extended from the side of the coffin.
The footprints were imprinted in the thick dust, starting from the side of the coffin and disappearing at the door.
Someone came out of there.
It's inside the coffin...
Xiaolan was a little scared. She turned around and looked behind her to make sure she was fine.
Don't think blindly, Xiaolan nodded her head, don't be afraid, the person coming out of the coffin is not necessarily a dead person.
And... dead people are nothing to be afraid of.
Thinking of this, Xiaolan became more courageous. She lifted up her skirt and walked in the door on tiptoes.
Approaching the coffin...
Xiaolan's heartbeat was speeding up.
She stared closely at the coffin, the lid next to the coffin, and what was inside the coffin...
She opened her eyes wide and took a breath.
There is someone inside the coffin!
Not empty!
Inside the coffin, a man wearing a mask lay.
Xiaolan blinked her eyes, slowly squatted beside the coffin, and stared down.
The man wore a pitch-black robe, which was just as long as his feet. The mask on his face was also black. There were no holes for light and ventilation on the mask. It was just a complete inverted triangular black wooden board with a pattern drawn on it.
A weird pattern.
The eyes, nose, mouth, and the face on the mask are all painted with red paint, with raised eyebrows and a sinister look. This pattern makes Xiaolan feel uneasy.
The corpse's hands were folded on its abdomen. Although the hands were not fleshy like Xiaolan's, they were not like the hands of a dead person, more like...an old man.
Xiaolan turned sideways and saw the white hair faintly exposed under the mask.
She reached out and grabbed the edge of the mask.
Reveal.
An old man with gray hair, eyes closed, was lying in the coffin.
The wrinkles and expressions on the old man's face were frozen at this moment. His face was peaceful, and there seemed to be a smile at the corner of his mouth. The sunlight was pouring in, and a few rays of light fell on the old man. His silver hair was even shining.
Xiaolan tested the old man's breathing.
A dead man indeed.
It was as if time stood still the moment he died.
There are still a few balls of dried soil on the edge of the coffin. It seems that someone dug out the coffin of the buried old man and hid it here.
Xiaolan looked squarely at the line of footprints.
So the owner of the footprints should have done all this, right?
Xiaolan walked to the footprints and squatted down to look carefully.
The footprints were very slender and petite, and should have been left by a woman. The footprints were not covered with heavy dust again, so... they were left not long ago.
Xiaolan looked around again warily.
There's really no one around.
Nor... anything else.
Xiaolan stood up, returned to the coffin, stared down at the old man for a few seconds, and then turned his head.
She was stunned.
She looked at the line of footprints.
That line of footprints was exactly the same as the footprints I had just left.