I became beautiful by eating melons

Ye Rou is on an adventure.

She followed the faint sound and accidentally found a partition leading to the underground in an abandoned dusty house. She lifted the partition and found a wooden ladder underneath.

Ye Rou first looked down carefully. Where the light shone, dust was flying, and everything else was hidden in darkness.

The groans of pain continued.

After tying up the hem of her skirt that was in the way, she carefully climbed down the ladder.

The ladder was not stable and was wobbly, but it was still sturdy.

After Ye Rou landed on the ground, she turned around and looked at the surroundings.

It was very dark, so dark that you could hardly see your fingers.

Ye Rou had just come from a bright place and was still a little uncomfortable. Her vision was even worse, so she stumbled as she walked, bumping her knees several times.

She simply stopped, closed her eyes, waited for a while, and then opened her eyes. The layout of the basement became clearer.

The place is not high, so Ye Rou has to lower her head slightly when walking to avoid getting her hair scratched.

There were many abandoned tables, chairs and benches piled on both sides, blocking the view inside, leaving a small path in the middle that was only wide enough for one person to walk on.

Ye Rou walked around the pile of stools and tables, and when she saw the situation inside clearly, she was stunned.

The space inside is not big, and there is an exhaust fan whirring, but the air is still not fresh, and the smell of feces, blood and decay is particularly strong.

The smells were created by two people. It was impossible to tell whether they were a man or a woman, or what their appearance was, or how old they were. All you could tell was that they were two people.

The clothes on his body were soaked and hard, like cardboard.

But it's also a piece of rotten paper.

The person on the left had his head down and his legs spread out. There was a cut on his thigh, and blood was flowing out.

It was very similar to the wound caused by the iron hoe that Ye Rou discovered.

There was an even thinner man sitting next to him, huddled up, also with chains around his ankles.

This place looks like a pigsty or a cowshed, definitely not a place for people to stay.

Ye Rou looked up, and her eyes lit up when she saw a light bulb on the ceiling.

She groped along the wall, found the light cord, and pulled it.

This small basement of less than ten square meters suddenly became bright.

Everything was photographed with exceptional clarity.

But the two people being tortured seemed to have received a huge shock. They suddenly leaned together and trembled.

Ye Rou hurriedly said: "Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person."

Her voice was too clean and too gentle, and her sudden appearance in this dirty and smelly basement was too abrupt.

Sun Baiqing raised his head in a daze, and was stunned when he saw the girl standing in the light.

Her first reaction was that she was dreaming.

The man had poor eyesight and subconsciously asked Sun Baiqing for help.

"who is it?"

His voice was hoarse and unclear, as if he had struggled to squeeze out two words.

Sun Baiqing immediately said, "It's not him."

The man breathed a sigh of relief.

He rested his head on Sun Baiqing's shoulder, his breathing was heavy, his forehead was hot, he had a fever.

No one knew what had stimulated Zhou Quan recently, but he had been beating people more and more frequently, and his methods of torturing people had become more and more brutal.

The man's leg was injured by the hoe he had used. The basement environment was bad, and the wound was bleeding profusely. The man also began to have a fever.

If Zhou Quan doesn't send the medicine, the man might really die.

Sun Baiqing was afraid.

If the man died, she wouldn't be able to handle it alone.

Sun Baiqing was filled with despair. She hugged the man tightly. When her eyes swept to the door again, she found that the woman who was so beautiful that she looked like a human was still there. She did not disappear. She was stunned.

She loosened her grip on the man's hand.

The man couldn't sit still and slipped to the side.

But the woman no longer cared about him.

She suddenly moved, and tried her best to crawl forward in the feces and blood.

Until she grabbed the hem of the skirt in front of her, the feeling of the real fabric rubbing against her palms made her look up in a daze.

"You're not an illusion."

"Save us, please save us."

The woman grabbed the hem of her skirt and squeezed her hands so hard that her finger bones pierced through her flesh.