C164 Soldiers

As I knocked on the door, I suddenly remembered two unrelated lines: The wood door hears the dogs barking, and the snow returns to the people at night.

There were no dogs and no snow. But as I knocked on the door, a strange thought came to me. It was as if the people of the Inside the house had been waiting for me here.

I was anxious, but I had to go in. I had only twenty-four hours, so I pushed the door.

The worn-out wooden door was not locked, and was only slightly ajar. With a casual push, it was opened.

A burst of cold air blew across his face. Inside the house was colder than he was outside. I bundled up my clothes and walked in, holding my breath.

The furnishings in the room were simple. There was only one table, two stools, and then a kang made of adobe. There was a mat made of reeds on the brick bed. It was unknown how many years it had been used for, but it had already been damaged in many places.

In the corner of the kang, I saw a pile of torn quilts. Other than that, there was nothing else in the room.

The boy's body was not here at all. Did I find the wrong place? I looked down at the candle in my hand. The candle was burning brightly. This place should be my destination.

I put the candle on the table and studied it again. The oil lamp in the room hung on the wall and it was unknown how long it had been burning for.

I leaned over and smelled it. It smelled of kerosene. It looked like a real lamp, not my imagination.

This room could be described as a house with four walls. There weren't many places to hide people except … Except for the quilt. But how big could a person be hidden under a blanket?

I hurried over and pulled back the covers. A child was asleep on the bed with his back to me.

This child should be the son of the Ghost Prison. But he looked only three years old. Not only was he short, but he also carried a bag of bones as if he had never eaten his fill before.

I patted the child on the shoulder. The child didn't move. He really wanted to sleep.

I touched his shoulder, and the child swayed and lay on his back. I was surprised to find that he had been dead for a long time.

I took a step back and my heart started pounding.

I comforted myself: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. It's nothing. What was the purpose of this trip? Wasn't it just a search for the body? It was a good thing to see the child's body now. It would be troublesome if you saw a living child. "

After cheering myself on, I went up to check. It was true that the child was malnourished when he was alive, but this was not the cause of his death. He had been killed. There was a wound on his neck, deep enough to see bone, and it had cut his neck in half.

I suddenly thought of what the ghost prisoner had said. His wife and children were killed by random soldiers after a big battle ended.

I was about to lift the child's body up when I saw something grabbing him.

I took the lamp off the wall and shone it on the child. I found a hand reaching out from under the bed and holding the child's arm.

The flesh on his hand had disappeared, leaving behind only white bones. I broke my hand, and the child's body was free.

I don't want to know who's under the bed. I just want to take the child's body and leave.

But I just picked the baby up from the bed. I felt a cold breeze blow against my neck, and I subconsciously lowered my head. There was a loud clang, and in a daze I saw a sharp blade slashing at the bed. It was a knife. If I hadn't dodged in time, my head would have fallen off.

Terrified, I threw the child's body on the bed and rolled off. After falling to the ground, I didn't even have time to get up before I took out the dagger in my hand.

I hid in a corner with my back against the cold wall. I looked around vigilantly. The room was quiet. There was no one here other than the little kid from before.

I let out a long breath and went back to bed.

This time, I was very vigilant. I didn't take the child's body down. Instead, I observed everything around me. The knife did not reappear, so I began to move the child's body.

Then something strange happened, and his arm was caught again by that hand.

Feeling a little annoyed, I casually cut the hand into two. Then I carried the child's body out of bed.

At this moment, a sharp piercing sound could be heard, like the wailing of ghosts and the howling of wolves. I shivered in fear and subconsciously lay down on my stomach.

Then, with a muffled bang, I saw a sharp arrow shoot out of nowhere. It was so powerful that it pierced a hole in the wall and flew outside.

I hid in the corner again, wiping away my cold sweat. I still can't see anyone. When I looked at the kang again, the arrow hole had disappeared.

Was this an illusion? What in the world was going on in this strange room?

Actually, it's very easy to test if it's an illusion. It's just that I don't need to dodge the next time the concealed weapon comes. As long as they can't kill me, it's not an illusion. But I didn't dare to try. What if he really killed me?

I love truth, and I love life more.

I waited for a while, but there was no movement, so I jumped back onto the kang.

Now I see that if I try to lift the child's body off the kang, the hidden weapons will appear.

If the Ghosts were here, these concealed weapons wouldn't be a problem, but I couldn't. I had to be careful.

I examined the child's body, and it was as I had expected. He was caught again by a hand.

I didn't move my hand, but took out my knife and carefully dug away the brick bed. The scene inside made my scalp tingle, and I saw that the ground below was packed with human bones.

Amongst these bones, some of them were wearing tattered armour, while some even held rusted blades.

I looked at the child's body, then at the bones. He thought to himself, "These people under the bed are obviously the soldiers from back then." They killed innocent children while they were still alive, and after they died, they would even trap his body and not allow him to leave?

I was a little angry, but also a little helpless. I'm just an ordinary person. Facing so many corpses, I feel powerless.

I sat on the bed and thought for a moment. He rolled up the tattered blanket on the side, barely making it into the appearance of a person.

I once carried the burden of the foster-grandpa to the grave, so I knew what a substitute should do. The person that was rolled up into a quilt was of course very different from the real person, but it was enough as long as they had a rough outline.

Once I had finished the outline, I needed to write the word Birthday on it. Unfortunately, I had no idea what his eight characters were.

I sighed and said to the child, "If you want to leave here, help me in the dark. I hope you still have a drop of heart blood. "

I pulled the knife out, pressed it against the child's heart, and slowly put it in.

The dagger stabbed into his frail body, and I carefully pulled it out. There were some dark red blood stains on it.

I was relieved.

I don't know the word birth, but as long as there is his heart blood, it doesn't matter if there are eight words.

Holding the dagger, I drew my clumsy nose and eyes with the blood on it.

When I finished, I threw the child's double into the kang and lay down on the floor between the bones. Then I picked up the child and carefully walked outside.

I stepped off the kang and held the baby in one hand and the dagger in the other, waiting carefully.

Fortunately, nothing happened.

Relieved, I went to the candle on the table. But then I noticed that the flame of the candle had changed, had turned dark green.

Startled, I looked at the oil lamp on the wall. It had already been extinguished at some point.

There was something wrong with this room. I picked up the candle and was about to leave in a hurry. Who knew that there was a clank beneath his feet. Looking down, I could not help but inwardly complain. At some point in time, a chain had appeared around my ankle.

I pulled with all my might, but the chain was so strong that it couldn't be pulled.

I gritted my teeth and went back, looking for the source of the chain, to see where it led. I saw the chain sink into a wall, so I picked up my dagger and dug a big hole in the wall.

Then I saw a dead man sitting in the wall, the chain clutched in the dead man's hand. This dead man was different from those dried bones. He had preserved a lot of his body well. At least, he had skin and flesh. Even though the skin and flesh had already dried up, they were tightly sticking to his body.

I snapped the fingers of the dead man, but he squeezed them so hard I couldn't break them.

I took out my dagger and placed it on the dead man's wrist. Once I cut off this hand, I would be free. As for the metal chains, after I escape from this damned place, I can just find a blacksmith.

Just as I was about to make my move, I heard a gloomy voice whisper in my ear, "We have no enmity between us, cut off my hand. As a result, cause and effect have arisen between us. If there is a grudge, I will continue to pester you, causing you to be restless day and night. "

I shivered, and the dagger could not go on. For no reason at all, who would be willing to be entangled by a dead man?

I said, "There's no enmity between us. Why did you chain me up?"

The voice said, "It's not you I want to lock, it's the child. You've been trying to get him out so many times that I've had to lock you up. "

I took a deep breath and asked, "Who are you people?" Was it the soldiers of the past? Why are you here? "

The voice sighed, "People are like ants in this chaotic world. People are dying every day, and people are dying everywhere. Life is like straw, what's the big deal if we just cut a few away? Who knows what the woman and child are like? "

"We killed them. There wasn't much to do at the time. Who would have thought that decades later, all of their souls would be trapped here? Those who have trapped us, let us guard this mother and child and never leave. As for the general leading the troops, he is arranged to be outside, guarding another important person. "

I blurted out, "Former general?"

The voice replied faintly, "That's right, our leader is the former general."