So the three of them followed the passage and went straight ahead, but after a while, they heard the sound of women crying. Ye Zi'an then lit another matchstick, and by the firelight, Yang Chuxia found that this was actually a small room like a big iron cage, filled with darkness and imprisoning dozens of young women.
Yang Chuxia looked ahead and saw that there was still a passage in front. However, she did not chase forward but went up and touched the door of the iron cage. When she touched it, the door that was supposed to be locked moved. She pushed it gently and it opened.
In the dim light of the matchstick, Yang Chuxia's eyes stared at the iron cage like a hawk and suddenly shouted,
"Stop crying, all of you come out!" Yang Chuxia roared, "Come out one by one. I am here to rescue you. Once you step out of this room, you will see your relatives again."
Yang Chuxia's voice was loud and clear; though it was childish, it carried a convincing power.
