Do you owe it or not? Do you have to bring up embarrassing things about others?

"What about me?" Xie Wen asked politely.

Wen Shi pursed her lips and wanted to scold him. But in the end, she selectively skipped the question and said, "Where is the child?"

If I remember correctly, he also took advantage of the little boy's mark at that time. Although he was merciful and didn't penetrate him, it had some effect.

In his memory, the last scene he saw when he closed his eyes was the little boy sitting on his knees on the ground, fainting as if his life had been sucked out of him.

So what now?

Xie Wen said: "The old man took him into the bedroom and took care of him."

When he heard about it, he asked again: "Where are those heads and hands?"

Xie asked: "It's gone."

When I heard it, I said "hmm" and thought that would be fine.

Originally, the screams of those stumps were the cage owner's subconscious stress response. Now all his attention was on the unconscious little boy, so he naturally put aside the intruder.

But he still doesn't quite understand...

The old man picked up a child, and the child was a puppet. He raised the puppet regardless of its origins, and then what? Why did this cage form?

He has lived and died in the human world for more than ten rounds. In fact, many things are still not clear to him. It's like there is something that this old man can't let go of.

Maybe it’s because I don’t have a spiritual vision, or maybe it’s because I’ve been a judge for too many years. I thought when I heard this.

Without those stumps, the small building is much less spooky, but the bathroom is still a very atmospheric place.

As Xia Qiao cried, she shrank up and moved little by little to the wall.

"Why are you moving so far away?" Wen Shi asked.

"The back can't be empty," Xia Qiao said, "otherwise you'll always feel like there's someone behind you."

"..."

I was convinced when I heard it.

He thought for a while and said: "We have to move anyway, so let's move further away."

Xia Qiao didn't react: "Ah?"

"I want to see what's going on in the bedroom." Wen Shi said, "Move the bedside mirror back."

Xia Qiao's voice trembled: "Ah???"

Xie Wen seemed to agree: "The old man will come out to change towels and get things in a while. You can take the opportunity to go in and put the mirror beside the bed. We can also watch from both sides."

"..."

Xia Qiao felt that these two wanted him to die...

But he was unable to resist.

Five minutes later, the bedroom door creaked, and the old man moved out slowly and walked towards the kitchen. Under the urging of the "devil", Xia Qiao ran into the bedroom with her skirt and mirror in hand, tears in her eyes.

He didn't dare to stop at all. He put the mirror on the bedside table and rolled it down immediately. He really rolled it off...

Unfortunately, before he could reach the door, he heard the old man's footsteps coming back. In desperation, he saw a crack in the old-fashioned wardrobe and hurriedly got in.

The old man held a white porcelain bowl, stirred gently with a spoon, and walked to the bed.

His attention was focused on the sleeping child, and he didn't seem to notice that the bedside mirror was back, and naturally he didn't see the shadow of the mirror in the mirror.

When I heard it, I thought that what the old man brought over was medicine or food. After all, this is the first reaction of ordinary people when their children faint and fall ill.

But when the bowl was placed on the bedside, he discovered that it contained a handful of incense ash mixed with water.

He stared at the ashes and thought:
Chapter completed!