After the two shots were fired, the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke. Cang Yue stumbled and almost fell down. Behind her, two gunshot holes were bleeding.
He gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain, limping forward and continued running. Behind him, blood fell drop by drop on the ground, being absorbed by the dry soil and congealed into dark black blood clots.
There is a slope in front, almost at a steep angle of 90 degrees. Below the slope is an endless forest, densely packed together, with a large river passing through it.
"Don't run."
The pursuer behind him took off the grenade from his waist, pulled the safety cover and threw it towards Cang Yue. When he heard the sound, he turned around suddenly and saw a black shadow in front of his eyes. Then there was an explosion, and the yellow soil was exploded.
It flew up, as if there was a sand rain.
When the smoke dissipated, several people came over to take a look. There was only a pool of blood left on the slope, and there was no trace of Cang Yue.
"Damn it, he must have escaped into the woods."
"He was shot and wounded by a grenade. He couldn't escape far."
"Are you still looking for it?"
"Forget it, let him fend for himself."
Several people left cursing, and the wind blew through the forest, making a whining sound, like the cry of wild animals.
The sun was gradually setting. Wen Tong hid in a narrow cave, covered by a large vine outside. She didn't know how long she had been hiding here. It must have been the effect of the "disfigurement fruit", and her whole body was numb.
My whole body was weak, my mind was dizzy, and my face and body were sore and painful, as if there were many bugs stuck inside, trying to break through the thin skin and crawl out.
I feel so uncomfortable that I want to jump into the cold water and use a knife to dig out those painful and itchy places.
"here."
There were noisy voices outside, and then the vines on the cave were roughly torn apart, and the light of a flashlight shone in.
As if Wen Tong was unconscious, someone picked up her arm and dragged her out of the hole.
"Damn it, we've been chasing him for so long and yet we're hiding here." One of the men hit Wen Tong on the shoulder with a gun.
It should be painful, but she was unconscious and her eyes were so swollen that she couldn't open them.
"Dead woman."
The man pointed the gun at Wen Tong's head.
"Wait a minute." One of them grabbed his arm and said lustfully: "Since she is a woman, it is not too late to let the brothers enjoy her first before killing her."
Wen Tong couldn't understand what they were saying at all. It was the local language of Ji Li Gua La.
The man with the gun turned Wen Tong over, cursed and kicked her away, "Damn, she's an ugly creature. I've never seen such an ugly woman."
Several other people didn't believe it and squatted down to look at it. They all came to the same conclusion, "It's so ugly, but someone actually buys it? I'll just shoot him to death."
"No, no matter how ugly you are, you are still half a human being. Take it to the factory."
Wen Tong vaguely felt that her wrists were tied with ropes, and then someone threw her over their shoulders.
She tried hard to open her eyes that were swollen to slits. In her narrow field of vision, she could only see the constantly moving grass under her feet and the black boots of the soldiers.
She raised her head hard and saw half of the bright moon slowly showing its face through the gaps in the leaves.
Cang Yue and Ding Ding must escape.
Wen Tong woke up from a coma and found that she was lying in a dilapidated house, surrounded by women of different skin colors, who must have been trafficked from other places.
She rubbed her sore temples and shook her head vigorously, trying to get rid of the chaos.
The swelling and pain on her body finally eased a lot. She raised her hand, and when she looked at it, her eyes suddenly widened in disbelief. Although the hand in front of her was still fair, it had become swollen like a steamed bun.
She could hardly tell the difference between her fingers and the space between them. She touched her face again, and was so frightened that her fingers immediately flew away. It actually swelled two or three times larger than usual, as if she had an orange in her mouth.
.
She could imagine that she must look extremely ugly now. No wonder the soldiers frowned when they saw her. The "disfigurement fruit" was indeed well-deserved.
Wen Tong moved her numb feet, trying to walk out of the crowd. Their clothes were all in tatters, and some were only wrapped in a layer of white cloth. Dark purple traces were clearly visible on the exposed parts.
It's a bit shocking, and it's not hard to imagine the kind of abuse they suffered.
Wen Tong climbed to the window next to the wall, put his hands on the railing and looked out. In the distance was a dark forest. The moon was very big and bright, hanging proudly in the sky. As the night wind blew, it seemed faint.
There was a burst of floral fragrance, and she rubbed her eyes and saw a large field of poppies not far away, dancing and swaying in the moonlight at night.
"Are you new here?" A hoarse voice suddenly came from beside me.
She turned around and saw a woman with yellow skin and black hair, speaking authentic Mandarin.
"Are you from country Z?" Wen Tong asked in surprise.
"Well." The woman sat up, with a blank look on her bloodless face, "I've been here for a year."
"One year?"
"Does it feel short? Then you don't know what it means to live like a year." The woman took out some rough powder from her pocket and took out something like a mineral water bottle with a straw inserted.
The woman put her mouth up and sucked it very skillfully.
"This is..."
"Poisonous pin." The woman said calmly, "Everyone here will take it. You can't live without it, and you will think about dying every day."
The woman took two puffs and said, "It's better to be alive than dead. People call me Yuzai. What about you?"
"Xiaotong."
"Heh, that's a nice name." Yuzai handed the thing to Wen Tong, "Do you want it?"
Wen Tong shook her head.
The fish boy looks very skinny, with only some flesh remaining on his face, and his eyes are sunken deep, like two huge whirlpools.
"Your voice is quite nice, why..." Yuzai stared at Wen Tong's face and swallowed the rest of his words naturally.
"Is it ugly?" Wen Tong helplessly touched her swollen face, "This is good."
Yuzai was stunned for a moment, then immediately smiled and said: "Yes, very good, do you know how many men we have to accompany every day?"
Wen Tong didn't dare to guess, it must be an amount she could never imagine in her dreams.
"At least more than thirty..."
Yuzai said it as if he was very relaxed, "There are more beautiful ones. Many people were tortured to death. After they died, they were buried under the flower field in front of them. They rotted and turned into soil. Therefore, that flower field also
It’s called Beauty’s Tomb.”
Beauty Tomb.
A name that sounds a bit bleak and scary.
Wen Tong turned to look out the window. One day, will her body be buried in that place?
She stayed awake all night, sitting in front of the window and staring at the beautiful flower fields.