It felt like the air seemed to stagnate for a moment.
Fu Anan carried a stool and walked over, locking the door, completely eliminating the possibility of it closing it confidently.
After doing this, she turned her attention to the house.
The room was extremely large. In addition to the kerosene lamps placed around it, the nine beds arranged in a grid were even more conspicuous.
The four of them, including Wang Ziyi, and other women in the village.
They lay neatly on the beds, with no one to take care of them, no doctors or medicine. My eyes fell on their abdomens, some of them had flat stomachs, while others had high bulges.
Wang Ziyi's stomach condition got better.
She tried to wake her up, but failed. She lifted her clothes and found marks on her belly that only appeared after giving birth.
If a baby is really born, what about the child
Fu Anan suddenly raised his head and looked around.
There was nothing in sight except the bed and the candles.
As for the only possible place to hide someone...
Fu Anan looked under the bed.
The white bed sheet drooped, covering the entire bottom of the bed. Although there was no wind, the drooping bed sheet moved slightly, and Fu Anan, who was only ten centimeters away from it, felt a little cold in his calves.
She held the teleportation egg in her hand and glanced towards the door.
Not far away.
Then she slowly bent over and lay down.
With her other hand, she slowly pulled up the long strip of cloth. She was ready to crush the prop in her hand as soon as she found any problem underneath.
He pulled it open suddenly and the view suddenly became closer.
There was thick mud underneath, and the bed was connected to the ground. If you knocked it with your hand, you would know that the bed was solid.
Pull open the other eight and see, the same thing happens.
It was a false alarm.
On it was a wooden carved earthen building model box with a large copper lock on it that looked quite old and could hardly fit in the narrow space.
The box was very close to the candles on both sides, and the corners were even blackened by the fireworks.
She approached slowly.
Reach out and try to get closer.
Before their hands even touched, they suddenly felt palpitations. Fu Anan paused and looked over. The orange-red light of the candles on both sides was faintly green.
At the same time, she suddenly had tinnitus.
A sharp noise, the kind produced when a microphone is pointed at a speaker, echoed in her ears and lasted for a full ten seconds before disappearing.
Fu Anan covered her ears, feeling the voice still echoing in her mind.
This place was so weird, as if something was "watching" her.
Fu Anan didn't stay any longer and prepared to leave.
Slowly retreating to the door, she suddenly thought of something, paused, and took out an object wrapped tightly in cloth from the space.
When the cloth bag was opened, inside was the broken mirror brought back from Jian Village.
Seeing the mirror, Fu Anan smiled sinisterly.
She tied the mirror up with a rope and hung it on the shrine facing the wooden box in the shape of a tulou.
It's so refreshing to see our own people fighting each other.
As soon as the mirror was hung up, the candlelight began to flicker, and the orange candlelight around it began to turn blue and green.
The noise was so frightening that Fu Anan quickly opened the door and ran out, closing it behind him.
Inside the house
The two candles on the shrine turned completely green. From the mirror, one could see that the lid of the wooden box in the shape of a Tulou was shaking constantly, as if something was about to come out.
(End of this chapter)