Chapter 8 Section VIII

In that dark room, the sheep with eight hooves desperately ate the grass growing from the cracks in the floor, as if trying to find a way out.It's just that those green grasses are irrigated with the tears of the girls trembling with fear. Jian Guxing squatted behind the door and wept. Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming from a long distance, and he was getting closer. Then, the hinge of the door was loosened. He held the lantern in his mouth and put Lan Yueer on his shoulder return.Yan Guxing wanted to rush out, but Zhizui pushed back hard.The door closed again. "That person will sell me tomorrow morning." She shrank on the ground and told him crying.

"We'll have to find a way to escape," he said, his voice uncertain. "No girl has ever escaped this room," she said sadly. He is speechless.In the darkness, their bodies were firmly leaning against each other, waiting for the unknown and cruel fate to strike them again. There is nothing more tragic than abandoned children and orphans in the world. The wind blows like a wolf howling outside, and the tears they shed will make the floor under their feet grow again miserable weeds. In that salt-smelling room for what seemed like eternity, they were tormented by fear and separation.Afterwards, they heard that the wind stopped, only the noisy insects were left, and they believed more and more that the time for parting was not far away.Until they heard the stiff sound of the hinges on the door being loosened, both of them thought it was dawn, and the two trembling bodies leaned closer.

The door to hell was flung open, and a figure with a lantern stood outside, a figure much smaller than a straight mouth, and without the smell of decay. Their eyes widened a little to see the swing girl standing there who could name someone else. "Follow me!" The girl's voice trembled just like theirs. Yan Guxing hurriedly dragged Lan Yueer out.The sheep with eight hooves jumped over the threshold and followed.The girl closed the door and fastened the hinges, and carrying a lantern led them through a patch of weeds to a mountain road outside the village, and said to them, "Go straight from here and don't stop."

"Sister, come with us." Lan Yue'er said to her. With a bleak smile on her face, the girl abruptly tore off a human skin mask, and the exposed face was covered with mottled scars, with pustules and granulation growing on it, not rotten like a human face . Lan Yue'er and Yan Guxing were surprised when they saw her. "It was Yan Beixiang who made me like this, he is simply a vampire!" the girl said in a desperate voice. "Then why don't you come with us." Lan Yue'er asked her. "I have nowhere to go." The girl slowly put the human skin mask back on, and said in a bleak voice, "This mask needs to be changed every forty-seven days, and only Qian Beixiang has it. Can't go, let's go, child." She said and gave them the lantern in her hand, and walked into the weeds without looking back.

In the darkness of night, the girl walks alone with trembling steps.On the night when she met Yan Beixiang, when she said his name, her spine trembled, but she refused to believe the prophecy, thinking it was the call of love. He told her that a beauty like her, with names and dexterity, would make her a shining star on the silver swing. She left her hometown for him, but there is a hell at the end of this beautiful day.She will never forget, and she doesn't want to remember, that day, she woke up next to him, and before she could take a look at him, she cunningly lost a face, rolled on the ground in pain, and rolled horribly.Holding a bottle of smoking potion through a white handkerchief, he said to her, "You can only stay on my swing from now on."

She lives like a beast.How many nights in the tent, she thought about falling off the swing, but she was still greedy for life.She woke up in the hammock at night, but fell into the mire of self-deception, thinking that there had never been a human skin mask, and that face that turned all beings upside down belonged to her. However, every forty-seven days, Yan Beixiang Just to remind her once.She is like a drug addict who can only rot slowly in the drug den. On the second night after letting the baby go, she put on her shiny silver dance dress again and went back to the red tent of the circus.She hangs herself upside down from a swing by a white ribbon, and weaves through the air.People applauded her when she said her name, but she saw Death sitting on another swing facing her.

The white ribbon tied around her ankles slowly snapped, and she fell silently from mid-air, her head smashed to pieces on the dirt, and the blood that flowed out was not red, but the color of hyacinths.Then she knew that she had suffered enough. Suddenly, the human skin mask fell off her face, and people screamed in fright when they saw that face.In the reflection of blood she saw the black bowler hat that had brought her here.Yan Beixiang not only wanted her to die, but also deprived her of her last dignity.But her eyes were still beautiful, and there was a smile on her face.In the pool of blood blooming like a hyacinth, she saw that one day many years later, the girl she had saved would avenge her.