The clouds and mists have dispersed, and everyone knows that I love you.

"Eh? Look, it can move now. Isn't it fun?

The weapons in their hands are called Emei Thorns. Would you like to touch them?"

It must be said that these women are really good at coaxing children, and they are all incredibly gentle.

It would be nice if I could have a child of my own with them in the future, right?

Facts have proved that Shi Rong's trick of killing two birds with one stone is indeed effective, at least it can satisfy the few men watching on the top of the mountain.

I have a new understanding of Shen Mingxing, Xia Zhi and Ji Xinyue.

Seeing the purpose of their trip, they gradually got to the point and Xie Yixiu continued to answer Shi Yang's questions.

“Because compared to a war god like the Cracked Skin Boy, the Ghost Mother needs it more.

It is innocent bait like them that attracts other children who enter the maze without permission.

Friendship between children is the easiest species to become good friends as long as they like each other.

In their pure and unmixed world, there is no mutual calculation, no weighing of pros and cons, and no distinction between humans and ghosts.

There is only sincerity and trust.

What's more, the ghost mother's own strength is already very strong, and she must rely on constantly eating children to achieve qualitative improvement.

Therefore, the Cracked Skin Boy is merely its incarnation in front of these ghost children, responsible for controlling their life and death, and has no other function.

So that’s how it is, Shi Yang understood.

……

"happy?"

The number of ghost children around the four women kept increasing, reaching hundreds, but they were not panicked at all.

Instead, he had a lot of fun playing with a group of children.

Xia Zhi: "Little cutie, what's your name? My name is Xia Zhi."

The boy lying obediently in the woman's arms replied.

"My name is Aqiang."

"Aqiang?"

Xia Zhi nodded.

"It sounds like a very healthy name. Your parents must love you very much, right?

Do you still have high hopes for you?"

Aqiang pouted his pitiful little mouth.

“But they are gone…My mother is very strict with us now.

If we disagree, let the Cracked Skin Boy punish us."

After listening to this, Shi Rong responded at the appropriate time.

"So do you like playing with us?"

The first little girl who came to Shi Rong was named Xiaohua. She nodded heavily.

"like!"

The second boy's name was Yuanbao.

"extremely like."

"Hahaha~"

Shi Rong was amused by their liveliness and straightforwardness.

"Do you want to be with us every day in the future?"

Xiaohua, Yuanbao and Aqiang took the lead and cheered.

"miss you!"

"Shh..."

Shi Rong stretched out a finger and covered his lips, signaling them to shut up, for fear of waking up the ghost mother in the nest at the end.

"Then will you come with us?

After we get out of here, we can bask in the sun, play shuttlecock, play games and eat snacks together.

Okay? "

Shi Rong looked at them with anticipation.

But when Yuanbao heard this, he shook his head dejectedly.

"Sister, this won't work. Each of us has a soul-sucking thread planted by our mother.

Once we have the delusion of leaving, it will immediately discover it.

It’s not that I haven’t tried to escape before, but I was afraid of the sun and only dared to go out at night.

Once, Fuzai and I had clearly walked out of the maze, but we were still discovered by our mother.

Fuzi died because of this, and I had to sacrifice two young children to survive.

Yuanbao lifted up the sack vest on his body, revealing the thin black line on his back and a few rough scars next to it.

"This is what the cracked-skin boy beat me with when I tried to escape."

After making sure that Shi Rong could see it clearly and touched it, Yuanbao put on his clothes.

"Sister, we know you are good people, but in a few hours, Mom will wake up.

So you guys should go away quickly, you can’t beat it, and the mother won’t eat children who are too old.

If you fall into her hands, you will only become accomplices and puppets."

Shi Rong shook his head firmly.

"How will we know if we don't try? Are we going to watch it continue to kill innocent lives?

Yuanbao, you are a sensible and good child. If you were still alive and could grow up safely, you would be an amazing little adult.

I know you are afraid of the strength of my mother and the Cracked-Skin Boy, but I am not afraid. If you believe in me, then come with me.

I have a way to eliminate the soul-sucking lines behind you. All you need to do is use your mind to possess these little paper figures.

I don't know the chances of success on this trip, but I will protect you at all costs."

Xia Zhi nodded and agreed.

"Yes, we will protect you! Although I am also afraid of your mother, I don't even have the courage to look at her a few more times.

But now I have the courage to face it.

And this courage is given to me by you, because I see the hope of life in you.

Although you are small in size, you have great energy. I have a lot of fun being with you.

Just like this group of stationary paper figures, they only have the ability to move with the help of bamboo sticks.

But if they have you, they no longer need to be controlled by bamboo sticks.

Both are free, isn't that good?"

The group of little ghosts remained silent. Although they felt that Shi Rong and Xia Zhi's words made sense, they still did not dare to act rashly.

Knowing that they were considering and struggling, Shi Rong was not anxious and waited patiently.

After a while, Yuanbao looked up.

"Sister, I'll go with you, I believe in you.

Anyway, I'm already dead. Isn't the worst possible outcome just dying again?

I’m not afraid.”

Shi Rong smiled.

"Okay, that's great! Why don't you try it?"

Shi Rong removed the tape and bamboo sticks from the paper figure he had played with, held it in his hand, and opened it in front of him.

Yuanbao turned around on the spot, turned into a wisp of black smoke, and easily attached itself to the paper man.

Shi Rong put the ingot on the ground and pushed it forward a few steps.

"Try walking and see if it's crowded."

The little paper figure possessed by Yuanbao shook its head and made a series of pleasant childish sounds.

"It's not crowded, ouch... it's just a little thin, and it's a little hard to balance."

When Yuanbao said this, he had already fallen hard.

"what?"

Shi Rong used two fingers to lift it up.

After a moment of thought, she came up with a suitable idea.

"How many ghosts like you are there here?"

Yuanbao sat on the ground and began to count the fingers holding the big knife.

"If I remember correctly, the cracked-skinned boy counted 2476 of them this morning, hiding in three separate lanes.

The rest either died from making mistakes or were absorbed by their mother while she was practicing.

If we don’t leave now, it will be over soon.”

Just over 2000? That's easy.

"Don't worry, I said I would take you out, and I will definitely take you out."

Shi Rong drove Yuanbao out of the paper man and glued five identical paper men together tightly with quick-drying odorless glue.

In this way, the overall thickness can reach about two millimeters, and then it can be waved away with bare hands, and the red kraft paper that Du Wu was about to put away can be used.