When everyone returned to Weiruo Village, the sky was already dark.
Wenling followed the route in memory and walked slowly on the path.
The black and gray huts are shrouded in the dim evening light, showing no trace of life. I wonder if these houses are conscious. Do they know that they have been abandoned?
"It seems..." Wen Ling stopped in front of a house uncertainly.
"Is it this family?" The fool looked across the yard and looked into the house. "Well, it's very possible. Look, the door of this family's house is open."
Indeed, unlike other households, the door of this house is open, and the furnishings of the furniture in the house can be seen.
Luo Jiutian pushed open the courtyard door neatly, and the group walked straight over.
Wen Ling was a little nervous, and so was Xiaolan.
If that child was actually inside, what would they see?
In fact, Xiaolan had the same attitude as others, not having any expectations for the child's survival, but facing the last glimmer of hope in Wenling's eyes, they couldn't say anything anyway.
What if there was that child's body inside...
Others also thought of this, so they quickened their pace and walked in ahead of Wen Ling.
As soon as they entered the house, the Taoist priest, Fool and Luo Jiutian started searching separately in perfect agreement.
Even if there is a terrifying scene, it must be discovered before asking the spirit.
Baomu stood at the door and sniffed hard, then shook his head at the others.
When Wen Ling walked into the living room, the Taoist priest and Luo Jiutian had already returned.
"No one," Luo Jiutian said, "The child doesn't seem to be back."
Wen Ling's pupils flickered a few times. She walked slowly towards the wooden table placed against the wall and picked up a photo frame placed on the table.
After looking at it quietly for a few times, she handed the photo frame to them.
"is her."
In the photo, there is a happy family of four.
Four people stood next to a piece of green bamboo. The father and mother each held a child in their arms. The child in the mother's arms was still young, probably only two or three years old. The child in the father's arms was about six or seven years old. Both were girls, sweet. smiles on their faces.
"Yes..." Qin Yin raised his head.
Wen Ling pointed to the slightly older girl, "Her."
Xiaolan blinked. Through this thin photo, Xiaolan could feel the fresh and vigorous vitality.
Those eyes as clear as lake water.
Eyes buried forever under the soil.
The fool also came back, shaking his head at everyone.
"The kid isn't here."
Wen Ling sighed softly, with regret and a hint of comfort in his sigh.
She was also glad that she didn't see a more terrifying scene.
Luo Jiutian looked at Wen Ling's eyes and asked, "Should we go to other households to look for them?"
Wen Ling raised his head and looked out the window, "It's dark."
it's getting dark.
The fool took out the flashlight in his backpack and turned it on. Everything around him became clear again.
The floor here is also covered with footprints.
Wen Ling looked around, slowly moved to a chair, and sat on it.
"overnight."
"Do you want us to spend the night here?" the Taoist priest asked.
Wen Ling nodded.
"That's pretty good," Qin Yin said, "It's so late at night, we can't find anything. Let's set off again tomorrow morning."
At this time, of course, everyone had to first consider the idea of asking for help. Moreover, since early morning until now, they had not even had a chance to rest, so they naturally accepted the idea of spending the night here.
"In that case, you three can go inside and rest." The fool pointed inside, "The four of us will stay guard in the living room."
"Don't, you haven't had a good rest these past few days. You won't be able to hold on if you stay up any longer," Qin Yin said, "You go to bed first, and I'll keep watch. I slept soundly the past few days, and I'm not lacking at all." If I feel sleepy, I'll call you again."
"How can this be done?" The fool frowned.
It's rare to see these two people showing humility to each other.
"In this case, Xiaoyin and I will keep watch," Luo Jiutian said. "I had enough sleep before, do you still remember?"
This is hard to forget.
"Then add me." Xiaolan also said.
"You can't," Qin Yin shook his finger, "You were too busy saving Wenling, you have to get your blood back."
"I guess I can't sleep either..."
"That's not okay," Qin Yin decisively refused, "Be good, you all go to bed, Jiutian Vigil and I will be fine."
Xiaolan had no choice but to go to the bedroom at Qin Yin's insistence. The boys walked into the master bedroom, while Xiaolan and Qin Yin walked into the children's room.
Two pink single beds were placed side by side. The bedding on the bed was all available, but it was all covered with dust.
Wenling walked towards the bed against the wall, and Xiaolan walked towards the other one.
Without saying a word, Wen Ling took off her shoes and lay on the bed with her back to Xiaolan.
Xiaolan looked at Wenling's back.
She waited for the sobs.
However, more than ten minutes passed, and Wen Ling still made no sound.
She fell asleep.
Xiaolan felt relieved. She lay down peacefully and closed her eyes.
Soon, she fell asleep too.
The dream was chaotic. Xiaolan knew that it was an ordinary dream and that she had not dreamed about what happened to the child.
Just when Xiaolan thought that tonight would be a peaceful night, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her left hand, which woke her up.
"Hiss——"
Xiaolan opened her eyes, sat up, and rubbed the stinging area on the back of her left hand with her right hand.
After I woke up, the pain was gone.
Xiaolan scratched the back of her hand and looked at the back of her hand through the moonlight outside the window.
There were no wounds, no redness or swelling, just a few scratches that I had just scratched.
Is it an illusion?
Xiaolan threw away her hand, turned on her phone, and looked at the time.
It was already late at night.
There was silence all around. The boys' breathing came from the bedroom opposite, and Xiaolan walked out of bed.
Suddenly, a crisp sound of "dong" came from the living room.
"Ah..." Qin Yin's voice.
Xiaolan quickly pulled on her shoes and ran out in a hurry.
The flashlight was on. Luo Jiutian and Qin Yin were sitting on both sides of the table. Luo Jiutian was holding his mobile phone in both hands, lying on his back on the chair, and had fallen asleep.
Qin Yin lay on the table, rubbing his forehead and moaning.
"Sister Xiaoyin?" Xiaolan walked over.
"Ah?" Qin Yin raised his head with sleepy eyes, "Xiaolan? Are you awake?"
"Sister Xiaoyin, what's wrong with you?"
"I...it's nothing," Qin Yin yawned and wiped the drool from his face, "I bumped my forehead on the table, it's okay."
Xiaolan wanted to laugh a little.
They were all so sleepy that they kowtowed.
"Sister Xiaoyin, I've had enough sleep. I'm here to keep watch," Xiaolan said, "Go and have a rest."
"no."
"There has to be someone inside to accompany Wen Ling."
Taking advantage of Qin Yin's hesitation and confusion, Xiaolan pushed and coaxed her and finally sent Qin Yin to sleep.
She returned to the living room.
Good guy, Luo Jiutian slept so soundly.
Xiaolan sat comfortably on the chair and was about to take out her mobile phone.
Suddenly, strange footsteps sounded outside the door.
