Another child in the carriage got out, and the driver stood at the back of the line. Taking advantage of the thick fog, Gu Qingqiao quietly inserted into the team from the side and stood between the two children.

Followed into the door, it was dark inside, only dimly saw small cubicles all around. The children were taken from room to room like beasts being driven away. The driver locked the door and turned to leave.

From the wooden cage to the room, it's just from one place to another, life is still hopeless, and the children's faces are only numb and hopeless.

Gu Qingqiao didn't enter the room, he quietly walked along the wall, passed the doors one by one, and crossed the dim faces.

At the end of the room was the stairs up, where it was dark, as if everything, even the light, had been swallowed up, a void.

In the darkness, Gu Qingqiao was gently hugged by the shoulders, and Mu Xiyuan had already sneaked in.

"What's going on here?" Gu Qingqiao reluctantly used his spiritual power to transmit a voice: "How can there be such a building, it's dark and dark everywhere."

Mu Xiyun patted his shoulder and took a few steps up the stairs, but suddenly stopped. After the corner of the stairs, there is nothing but complete darkness and nothingness.

The two turned around and turned around, and suddenly, a thin female cry came into their ears.

The voice seemed to originate from far away from the city. It was very small but very clear. The tone was filled with infinite sadness and desolation. It came one after another: "My son, where are you?"

Slowly, another voice joined the cry. The third, the fourth, the fifth... The women's cries gathered into a torrent of voices, the voices weeping blood, and the loudness was astonishing. A hoarse shout resounded through the sky: "My son, where are you?"

The children in the pavilion shouted in unison: "Mother, I'm here!"

The two voices met in the air and slammed into each other. The huge force exploded, and the entire pavilion was blown to pieces.

The sky is already bright, and the sky is shining in, and the pavilion has become a big house, with carved beams and painted buildings, which is exquisite and unusual.

The two quickly retreated into the corner of the room.

The children woke up from a dream and stood up shaking their bodies.

Shadows drifted into the house one by one and came to the children.

Seeing that the shadows are all women, some of them have clear images. After entering, they float to a certain child, and take his hand with a smile. Others have blurred faces, just a shadow, but they are also kind-hearted and stand beside the children.

I don't know when a woman stood in front of the people. She was not beautiful, just the appearance of an ordinary peasant woman, but the smile on her face made people feel tender.

She smiled and nodded to the children, and said softly: "You are home, and there will be no more pain and sorrow in the future. Go back."

The shadows bowed their heads, pulled up the children, and walked out of the house each.

Looking through the window, the thick fog has disappeared, and the outside world has returned to the appearance of a mountain city.

The shadow and the child soon walked out and entered a house, but the woman in the lead was still standing there, not moving.

The two quietly followed the last few children, preparing to go out.

"Two immortals," the voice of the woman behind them sounded, "Why don't we have a good talk?"

Chapter 73 Resentful Woman (One More)

When the two heard this, they knew that their identity had been seen through by the other. They smiled at each other and turned around.

The peasant woman stepped forward with a smile, led the two out of the big house, and walked through the streets of the city.

The streets were quiet again. Gu Qingqiao couldn't help but think of the situation in the evening. At that time, after a day's rest, the children had no scars and regained their innocence and vitality.

"Are you the city owner?" Mu Xiyun asked.

The peasant woman smiled and nodded, "What do you think of my city?"

Mu Xiyun pondered: "You gave these poor children a home, but..."

The city lord raised his eyebrows, "What do you think is wrong?"

Mu Xiyuan said: "I have some immature inferences, I don't know if they are right or not."

"Oh?" the city lord said: "Tell me about it."

Mu Xiyuan looked at the direction the children had just entered the city, "Those children were all abducted and sold, transported here, and lost their lives. It is said that souls who died unjustly have concerns or grievances in their hearts and will not be reincarnated. Instead, they linger in the place where they died. These kidnapped children have been tortured at a young age. Their confusion and concern for their relatives make them experience the pain of the day of death over and over again. Time does not stand still on them. forward."

"Yes, those poor children, both in life and after death, are so miserable."

The city owner stood in front of a small courtyard, and a seven- or eight-year-old child greeted him. The two had very similar noses and eyes. The child called out affectionately, "Mother!"

Taking the child's shoulders and rubbing the top of his hair, the city owner said to the two: "Come in and sit down." After a pause, she smiled again: "No need to pretend."

Came into the city in disguise but was seen through, and the two were a little embarrassed.

Gu Qingqiao brought a basin of water, poured some medicinal powder into it, and brought it to Mu Xiyun to wash his face. After a wash, the camouflage was gone, and the delicate and gentle face of Xianjun was revealed.

Gu Qingqiao took out a bottle of reductive pill. Since the last time he suffered a loss, he took care to ask Mo Yan to give him some medicine to avoid the embarrassment of not being able to return to the original state.

After a while, the two changed into their daily clothes and sat in the main room drinking tea.

The city lord looked at the clear and upright posture of the two, and looked at the child beside him, and sighed: "If you can grow up, I am afraid that you will be a dozen years older than them."

The child smiled and said sensible: "I'm just that old, it's good to be with my mother."

The city owner smiled and said slowly: "Forty years ago, I was just a peasant girl named Wen Niang."

Like thousands of ordinary peasant girls, Wen Niang helped her parents and took care of her younger siblings since she was a child. At the age of sixteen, he married a farmer from a neighboring village, and a year later gave birth to a boy named Xiaojie.

If it weren't for that plague, Wen Niang would be like most women in the world, loving her husband and teaching her children, and living a normal life.