My wife is not a demon

The girl looked sad and nodded slightly.

Just as the man turned to leave, Yaya grabbed the man's hand subconsciously: "Can you take me out of here."

Feeling the softness and tenderness of the woman's little hands, Chen Mu looked at the girl's big eyes and asked, "Why did you leave here? Besides, you have Gu worms on your body. If you leave here, you won't be able to survive."

"I'm not afraid!"

The girl shook her head vigorously, her eyes were clouded with water vapor. "Although I don't understand what happened, and I can't understand what you and the witch are saying. But I know that I may be trapped here forever like other villagers. I want to go to the outside world. Help me help me please?"

Seeing Chen Mu's silence, Yaya suddenly bit her lip and said, "Young Master Chen, I know there is a place, maybe you want to visit it."

"Oh? Where?" Chen Mu raised his eyebrows.

"Wait a minute."

Yaya suddenly ran into her room.

After a while, she came out after changing clothes, grabbed Chen Mu's hand and said, "Come with me."

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This is a village shrouded in thick fog, and there is a faint smell of burnt wood in the air, as if it has experienced a fire.

Meng Yanqing had been searching this village for a whole day, but she still couldn't find any clues about her daughter.

Three nights ago, she had a dream.

I dreamed that my daughter, Xiao Xuan'er, was crying for her to come to rescue.

The dream was so real that even after waking up, she could still feel the despair of her daughter's environment, like a knife piercing her heart.

Meng Yanqing couldn't wait for Chen Mu, she wanted to find her daughter by herself.

Although she knew it was dangerous to do so, as a mother, she couldn't wait to spend every minute and every second.

So she left a note and resolutely came to Wuchen Village.

But the moment she stepped into the village, everything around her changed. The village still existed, but was shrouded in thick fog.

But since it was daytime, it was barely recognizable.

She searched every room carefully, but she still couldn't find Xiao Xuan'er, and her heart was gradually shrouded in despair.

"Clang—clang—"

The familiar bell rang again, this was the third time.

As dusk gradually fell, the surrounding fog seemed to become thinner, but the burning smell in the air became more and more intense.

"Little Xuan'er!"

From the whispered cry at the beginning, to the final cry, the woman's throat felt like it was on fire, and it hurt so hot.

But she still shouted persistently, trying to get a little response from her daughter.

But this time, her cry was answered.

In the room on the right, there was a sudden noise, as if a stool had been accidentally overturned.

Meng Yanqing was startled, and subconsciously called out, "Xiao Xuan'er?"

But there was no sound in the house, it was quiet.

Meng Yanqing hesitated for a moment, then boldly walked towards the house step by step, and then gently pushed open the wooden door...

The ear-piercing sound of the door opening was very clear in the silent twilight.

The room was pitch black, and I couldn't see my fingers.

Meng Yanqing took out the lighting beads that Chen Mu had given her, stepped across the threshold with jade feet.

Under the dim light, the room was bright and green, and the woman soon saw a stool lying on the ground.

Judging from the traces on the ground, the stool was indeed overturned.

But Meng Yanqing searched around, but found no one.

Could it be that a mouse or cat or dog accidentally overturned the stool?But when she checked during the day, she didn't find any animals.

Just when she was wondering, she suddenly saw a shadow in the corner.

On closer inspection, it was a cellar.

The wooden plank that was pressed against the mouth of the cellar has also been lifted.

She had inspected the house during the day, but she didn't find any cellar. Maybe she was careless at the time, but the wooden boards were definitely not opened.

Hesitating again and again, Meng Yanqing slowly climbed down the cellar ladder for the sake of her daughter.

About seven or eight meters deep, the soft soles of Meng Yanqing's embroidered shoes that covered her jade feet touched the ground.

The cellar was cold and damp, with a fishy smell.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Suddenly, a dull voice sounded in the cellar.

Meng Yanqing hurriedly picked up the lighting beads, and found another deep passage in front of her, and a faint light radiated from the other end of the corridor.

There are people inside! ?

Meng Yanqing's heart shuddered, she gritted her silver teeth, and walked slowly towards the passage with lotus steps.

Walking through the passage, there is a cellar of about three square meters inside, with a wooden shelf next to it, and some potatoes and radishes are piled on the wooden shelf.

Meng Yanqing turned around the wooden frame on tiptoe, and saw a person squatting in the corner of the cellar inside.

Appears to be a child.

But upon closer inspection, he turned out to be an extremely thin man.

The man turned his back to her, holding a small hammer in his hand, squatting in the corner and hitting hard.

It looks like a nail is being smashed into the plank.

The man was wearing slightly dirty clothes, similar to what he usually wears when working in the field, and there was a fine layer of sweat beads on the back of his neck...

Could it be someone from the village?