C557 Who cut your tongue?

From that day onwards, Bai Qianfan was trapped in the cave. Every day, only the woman and her wife came in and out of the cave, bringing food, cleaning up the house, pouring buckets, and incense, doing all the repeated and boring work, but not making a sound.

Bai Qianfan continued to patiently raise various questions, the woman only revealed a surprised look on her face the day before, but afterwards, she remained composed, as though she was used to it.

The masters of this place had also not shown their faces, to the point that Bai Qianfan suspected that he might have forgotten about them.

Forgetting was hard to forget. It was just hanging on to her, slowly killing her spirit and fighting spirit, then coming back to take care of her.

She found a piece of clothing that was of good toughness and used it to tie Heir to her body. The child became heavier and heavier every day, and it was increasingly difficult for her to carry him. In this place that was full of unknown dangers, she did not dare to leave him.

Heir was also doing well. At this point, he did not cry at all, and when he was hungry at night, he did not make any noise. He took off her mother's clothes and drank some milk, and when he was full, he even took off her mother's clothes.

Bai Qianfan secretly looked down at him, feeling gratified for his understanding. At the same time, she felt a little sad for her, it was her fault for letting such a young child suffer alongside her.

Being trapped in this damned place, not knowing the time nor the day and night, Bai Qianfan drew marks on the wall with his nails and set the date according to the number of times she would send in the food. The wall was hard enough to scratch, and several times her manicured nails were jagged. However, this was nothing. The hardness of the soil had its own advantages.

Bai Qianfan did not need them to greet him, he consciously sat on the side of the table and started to eat. The wife stood by the door with her hands held low, and the wife helped her with the dishes as usual. There were not many dishes, but the preparation of the dishes were very exquisite, and the taste was not bad.

As she was eating, she suddenly exclaimed, "Ah!" The chopsticks dropped to the ground, and she clutched her stomach as she bent over in pain. The woman was startled and asked her with a gesture, "What happened?"

Bai Qianfan thought, damn it, at this time, he still dared to fight against her?

The woman did not speak, and she also did not speak. She was afraid that if she had a child, she might as well sit down on the ground and tightly frown, seeming extremely uncomfortable.

The woman was getting a bit anxious. She ran to the desk and wrote a line of words on a brush before handing it to her. It said: "Where are you uncomfortable?"

The handwriting was very good. It was very proper, as if it had been practiced on it. Bai Qianfan glanced at it, bared her teeth and asked: Why would you rather write than speak?

The woman calmly opened her mouth. Bai Qianfan took a look and sucked in a breath of cold air. It was not that the woman did not speak, it was because she did not have a tongue to speak with.

She felt her tongue becoming tangled. She stammered as she pointed at the old woman. "She … she can't speak?"

The woman nodded and pointed at the words on the paper, insisting that she know what was wrong with her.

Bai Qianfan said with a face full of anger, "Who cut off your tongue? Is she the owner of this place? Who exactly is he? "

Woman: "…"

"Why would you do that? Are you afraid that your words will slip up? "

Woman: "…"

"Are the guards outside also mute?"

Woman: "…"

"Forget it," after Bai Qianfan asked this, she was also a little disappointed, and crawled up while supporting herself on the table. "I know you won't tell me, but I'm tired.

The woman made a gesture to the woman, and the two of them cleaned up the dishes and quickly left the room.

Not long later, the lady came back and patted Bai Qianfan who was lying on the bed, and extended her hand out.

Bai Qianfan was baffled, "What do you want?"

The woman gestured a little. Bai Qianfan shook her head and looked extremely at a loss. The woman had no choice but to write a few words in front of the desk and show it to her.

Two words were written on the paper: Spoon.

Bai Qianfan asked, "What spoon? I don't have a spoon. "

The woman kept pointing to the words on the paper, asking her to hand over the spoon.

Bai Qianfan felt very helpless, she spread out her hands and said, "I don't have a spoon, how can I give it to you?" Then she ignored her and lay down on her side with her back to her.

The woman stood quietly in front of the bed for a while before she turned around and walked out.

Bai Qianfan laid without moving, her ears listening for any movement. Not long later, the curtain made a very light sound, as if someone was peeping at her from the door. She closed her eyes, not moving at all.

Bai Qianfan was in no mood to sleep so she quietly sat up and untied the Heir from her bed. After staying for a few days, she knew that no one would come in during this time, so she had to take this opportunity to do something.

Heir could not stay too far away from her. He laid on the ground with his cat in hand and opened up the buffalo skin, using a spoon that he stole during the chaos to dig at the soil beneath. The soil was firm and hard. She tried it with his hand, but it was impossible to dig, so he could only look for something harder to dig. It was still hard, so she got some water to soak it in, and when the soil became a little soft, he quickly scooped it out with her spoon.

This dirt was a little interesting and felt a little warm in her hands. Although it had seeped in, it quickly became dry again. She put the soil into her sleeves and used it as a lead bullet. It could be useful in critical moments. Spoon had broken in half with his foot, exposing the sharp edges. It could also be used as a weapon.

There was only one light left in the room, and from the number of lights, it could be surmised that it was night. Combined with the time of the three meals, it was roughly the same as the day she had counted.

There was something she couldn't understand. In the cave, there were no windows, the only exit was a door, and all year round, heavy curtains hung over it. But why didn't she feel suffocated?

There should be an air vent, or else I'll suffocate to death if I stay longer.

She held up the lamp and looked around. It was a circle and it was filled with thick walls. There was not even a hole the size of a finger. She sighed, returned to the bedside and tucked Heir in. Leaning over to kiss him, she looked at her cute son, and her pressure rose again. She couldn't just sit there and wait for death, so she had to think of a way.

But, what could he do? Sighing silently towards the sky, his eyes lit up when he saw the ceiling. The walls and ground had all been inspected carefully. Only the ceiling didn't have it. Perhaps …

The furniture was made of acid wood and very heavy. She could move it, but she couldn't use her strength to stack the small table on top of the big table. It wasn't high enough, so how could she touch the top?

She stood on the ground and sighed, rubbing her chin as she thought. In the blink of an eye, she saw pillars rising from the ground. She had an idea, she was an expert at climbing trees. He rubbed his hands together and climbed up the pillar, moving slowly with his legs under him.

The top was covered with a thin layer of bamboo, revealing a small, square hole. She raised her neck to look at it, then used her hands to feel it, and finally found a hole for her. However, it wasn't that big either; it was only the size of her arm, so it was absolutely impossible for her to get out.