After becoming a ghost, hold the boss's thigh tightly

The autumn sun shines obliquely in front of the ancient Taoist temple, giving this quiet place a layer of light golden glow. Qiu Mian and Mu Qing walk out of the heavy wooden door of the Taoist temple side by side, each with their own vision and uncertainty about the future.

They were about to embark on a new journey with brisk steps, but were suddenly interrupted by a faint moan. Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw a ragged, haggard woman curled up on the ground not far away, as if she was a lonely boat forgotten by the world, drifting hard in the storm of life.

Mu Qing was very observant and noticed the woman's abnormality at the first moment. She walked quickly forward, squatted down, and asked in a soft voice.

The woman's eyes were tightly closed, her face was as pale as paper, and her cracked lips were trembling slightly. It was obvious that she was extremely weak. Seeing this, Mu Qing quickly poured out clear spring water from the water bag he carried with him and carefully fed it to the woman.

The water, like a sweet rain, moistened the woman's dry heart. She suddenly opened her eyes, a glimmer of life flashed in her eyes, and then she looked at the two women in front of her in disbelief.

"Am I dead? How did I see a fairy?" The woman's voice was hoarse and weak, with a hint of disbelief.

Mu Qing smiled gently, and that smile was as warm as the spring sunshine. She gently corrected: "You are not dead. I am Mu Qing, and she is my friend Qiu Mian." As she spoke, she gently helped the woman up and let her lean on her shoulder to gain a little strength.

With Mu Qing's comfort, the woman gradually regained some consciousness. She held Mu Qing's hand tightly, her eyes flashing with anxiety and despair: "I am going to Qingyang Taoist Temple. Do you know where it is? I must find someone to save my sister Qingyan. She...she is dying." The woman's voice trembled with excitement, and her words revealed endless fear and helplessness.

Qiu Mian frowned slightly when she heard this. She knew very well that it was inappropriate to ask too many questions about this matter, but the woman's eagerness and desperation made her unable to stand idly by.

So she closed her eyes, clasped her hands together gently, and began to chant something. It was an ancient and mysterious spell. As she chanted, there seemed to be a subtle change in the air.

She just put her fingers together, then threw it gently into the air. A flash of light appeared, and pictures formed in the air, like playing a movie, slowly unfolding the woman's memory.

In that dim, cold room, only a few weak beams of light penetrated the cracks in the iron window and projected onto the faces of several women. Their eyes flashed with varying degrees of despair and struggle, as if their souls were swallowed by darkness. One of the women, named Ling Xian'er, curled up in a corner, her body trembling constantly. Although her voice was soft, it was full of determination and firmness that could not be ignored.

"Don't waste your energy, you can't get out at all!" Another woman, named Qingyan, spoke slowly with a haggard face and empty eyes. Her tone was filled with deep helplessness and resignation. Ling Xian'er turned around suddenly, with a look of fear and confusion in her eyes, and asked anxiously: "Why? Why are we locked up here? What is it like outside?"

Qingyan showed a helpless and sad smile on his face, which seemed to carry endless sorrow and pain, making people feel pity. There was a faint tear in his eyes, as if he was thinking of the unbearable memory in the past.

"Because this is a place full of despair, there is no freedom, and there is no hope." Qingyan said softly, with deep sorrow in her voice, as if she had lost all hope for this world. "When girls from the outside world reach the age of eighteen, they will be ruthlessly sent to this cold cage and become tools for reproduction. We give birth to life for those people, but the children are ruthlessly taken away after they are born. When these children grow up, the females among them will become reproductive machines again, and the males will be regarded as seeds for sowing."

Hearing this, Ling Xian'er's face turned pale as paper. She widened her eyes and looked at Qingyan in disbelief. She held Qingyan's hand tightly and asked in a trembling voice: "How is this possible? Has no one ever thought of escaping from here? There must be a way!"

Qingyan shook her head gently, her eyes full of despair, lifeless like a pool of stagnant water. "Escape? There are high walls all around here, and the defense is so tight that it's suffocating. Where can we escape to? And even if we get away with it, what can we do? The world outside may be more cruel and ruthless than here."

After saying this, Qingyan sighed deeply, her eyes revealing a deep sense of helplessness and powerlessness. Ling Xianer felt extremely heavy-hearted, and her heart was filled with a strong anger. She secretly vowed to find a way to change all this and let these innocent people regain their freedom.

"How do we know if we don't try?" Ling Xian'er raised her head stubbornly, with an unyielding light flashing in her eyes. "We can't just give up like this, we must find a way out!"

Qingyan was touched by Ling Xian'er's determination. She was slightly stunned, and then she smiled bitterly: "Okay, you are right. But before that, we still have to face reality. By the way, what is your name?"

"My name is Ling Xian'er, what's yours?" Ling Xian'er replied, trying to calm herself down and think about the possibility of escape.

"What did you say?" Qingyan stood up suddenly, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, then she sat down again, looking carefully at the girl in front of her, as if she saw an old friend.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?" Ling Xian'er asked curiously. She didn't understand why Qingyan was so excited.

"Nothing! I just remembered some things from the past." Qingyan answered softly, but she was thinking in her heart, could it really be her? If so, how great it would be! She wanted to ask something else, but she didn't know how to start.

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open roughly, and a wretched man walked in. His eyes moved between Ling Xian'er and Qing Yan, and finally fixed on Ling Xian'er, revealing a greedy smile.

"Hey, which one of you two will come and have some fun with me?" the man said with a lewd smile, walking towards Ling Xian'er step by step.

Ling Xian'er turned pale with fright and stepped back repeatedly, but Qing Yan stood in front of Ling Xian'er without hesitation.

"Brother, she is too young and can't serve anyone." Qingyan said, while deliberately exposing her shoulders to try to attract the man's attention, "How about me? I am experienced and I guarantee that you will be satisfied."

The man narrowed his eyes, looked Qingyan up and down carefully, a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, then nodded and said, "Then it's you, don't do this next time." After that, he took Qingyan's hand without hesitation and strode out the door.

Ling Xian'er watched Qingyan being taken away, her heart filled with anger and helplessness. She bit her lips, tears welled up in her eyes, but she tried hard not to let them fall. She knew that now was not the time to cry and despair, she had to stay calm and rational, and find a way to escape from this terrible place, not only to save Qingyan, but also to save herself.

Ling Xian'er took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. She began to observe the surrounding environment, looking for any possible clues or opportunities. The room was very simply furnished. Apart from a bed and some simple furniture, there were no other obvious exits or tools. However, Ling Xian'er did not give up hope. She believed that as long as she persisted, there would always be a glimmer of hope.

After Qingyan was sent back, her condition made Ling Xianer feel heartbroken. The bruises on her body were shocking, her voice became hoarse due to the long struggle, and her clothes were in disarray, as if she had experienced a nightmare. Seeing this, Ling Xianer burst into tears. She hugged Qingyan tightly and cried: "Sister, you shouldn't be like this! It's me who implicated you, I don't deserve you to be like this..."

Qingyan patted Ling Xian'er gently on the back and comforted her softly, "Silly child, don't cry. Look what this is?" As she spoke, she took out a rusty key from her arms and handed it to Ling Xian'er.

Ling Xian'er took the key in surprise, a glimmer of hope flashed in her eyes: "Key? This is..."

"This is what I stole from that wretched man just now." Qingyan's mouth curled up with a bitter smile, "Take it, this is the key to freedom. When they are all asleep at night, you can sneak out through this passage. I have discovered this road before, although it is tortuous, it does lead to the outside."

Ling Xian'er looked in the direction Qingyan pointed, and saw that there was indeed a hidden passage under the bed. She carefully moved the bed board away, revealing a dark hole, and a complex emotion surged in her heart.

"Why... don't you run away?" Ling Xian'er's voice was a little choked. She couldn't understand why these women were willing to stay here and suffer.

Qingyan sighed, her eyes full of helplessness and vicissitudes: "We have escaped more than once. But each time we were caught and punished more severely. Besides, we are all old and in poor health. What can we do if we escape? The world outside may be more difficult. But you are different. You are still young, strong, and have a future. You should leave here and pursue your freedom."

Hearing this, Ling Xian'er became more determined to rescue everyone: "No! I won't go alone. I want us to go out together!"

Qingyan shook her head and said firmly, "No, you should leave quickly. Today is their carnival day, and everyone will drink and have fun until they pass out. This is your only chance. If you get out, you will have a chance to come back and save us."

Ling Xian'er looked at Qingyan's determined eyes and knew that nothing she said could change her decision. She held Qingyan's hand tightly and promised, "Sister, I will definitely come back to save you! Wait for me!"

After saying that, Ling Xian'er looked at Qingyan deeply, turned around and went into the passage leading to the unknown. Behind her, Qingyan's eyes were filled with both reluctance and expectation. She silently prayed that Ling Xian'er could escape safely, and hoped that she could bring back hope to change their fate.

Mu Qing and Qiu Mian, two women with justice in their hearts and frosted eyes, were furious after witnessing the suffering that Xian'er had experienced, but they also knew that anger at the moment would be useless and only action could save more innocent people. They whispered to comfort Xian'er until she fell asleep, and that peace seemed to be the best comfort for her. Afterwards, the two carefully placed Xian'er in a Taoist temple and entrusted her to the care of a reliable Taoist priest to ensure that she could stay away from trouble and be safe.

"Now is the time to act." Mu Qing's eyes were firm, as if they could penetrate the night and look directly at the evil hidden in the darkness.

Qiu Mian nodded, and the two smiled at each other. No need to say more, the tacit understanding was enough to support them to face the upcoming challenges together. They stretched out their bodies and turned into two streams of light, shuttling through the night sky, aiming directly at the small town that seemed calm but was actually turbulent.

The night in the small town is dim, but it also hides unknown secrets. Mu Qing and Qiu Mian are hidden in it, wandering like ghosts, their sight penetrates the surface and directly hits the deepest desires and evil thoughts in people's hearts. Those addicts have dull eyes, but their desire for wontons is as hot as that of hungry ghosts; in the gambling house, there are people everywhere, faces are distorted by greed and despair, and the game of money and power devours their souls; and on the side, the children's laughter is crisp and pleasant, like a clear stream in this dirty world, which makes people feel both comforted and sad.

Mu Qing and Qiu Mian felt mixed emotions. They clearly saw that these complicated desires and evil thoughts were like invisible threads, intertwined and entangled, and finally gathered into a dark force, slowly flowing in one direction. And that direction was a corner forgotten by the world under the small town.

As they went deeper, a cold air hit them in the face, and the air was filled with an ominous atmosphere. The two looked at each other and went underground without hesitation. Suddenly, they saw a huge underground world in front of them, with towering walls and strict guards. Strong men with weapons patrolled every corner. Inside the walls were dark rooms, where men and women were performing love scenes, but there was no joy in the women's eyes, only numbness and despair; the men were reckless and rampant.