The night in the stone village seemed to stretch infinitely, the stars ahead were covered by dark clouds and in the silence of the cells, this darkness was extremely bottomless.
But at this moment, the heavy gloom was suddenly broken, a small, flickering light floated faintly in the night.
Someone is holding a lamp.
The range that the oil lamp could illuminate was quite small, and the visual effect was like a ball of light floating on the horizon, only a pair of very thin hands, like wrinkled bark holding a lantern could be made out.
As if scared by the light, the black and red shadows let out a silent screech and disappeared.
Chu Yi's eyes focused,
The villager that appeared had emotionless and numb eyes, and his limbs like bamboo poles supported the grotesquely bulging belly. The face illuminated by the light of the lantern was so numb and expressionless that it seemed a little pious.
