onto the bed, taking Lin Yanqin's place.In the black corpse mire outside the door, a white ghost began to emerge, hesitantly crawling out from the doorway, as if climbing up step by step from an under...Before, I had secretly imagined the worst-case scenario in my mind.

For example, if Big Mao were to disappear, or be seriously injured, or simply be lost…

But unexpectedly, Da Mao was sitting there perfectly fine.

He was still wearing a one-piece cotton-padded jacket, which might have been ripped when he was carried away by the monster beast. Now it looked like he was wearing open pants.

This must be true, because there's still a diaper fastener on the exposed diaper, and that diaper fastener is expensive!

I lowered my head and glanced at the watch Yan Qin had given me — this custom-made secret locator could sense each other within a small radius, even without satellites.

A small dot, clearly visible, appeared on the dial, very close by.

My brother gripped my wrist, glanced at his watch, and then muttered under his breath: "You little rascal, I told you not to run around!"

He turned and crawled into the skeleton.

Won't this skeleton collapse I nervously looked around. Bones piled up into small hills everywhere. This gigantic skeleton was like the ridge of a great house.

"Hold back here, don't all go in." I reminded them, following my brother inside.

Hu Qing was taken aback for a moment and mumbled, "Is it because they think my staff can be used as a pillar"

"I... I didn't mean that."

However, Abbot Huqing was still reliable at the crucial moment. I felt at ease with him staying outside.

"Be careful, bro." I crouched low and quickly followed after him.

My brother didn't need me to say anything. He had already fastened the life preserver around his waist and tossed one end to me. I looped it around my own waist and threw the other end to Huaiqing.

However, it's only about ten meters away...shouldn't be a problem, right

Da Mao was sitting in a darker area. That's where part of the giant beast's skeleton was buried in the ground. He sat on the ground, still clutching his stuffed toy in his hand.

At the sound of our voice, he immediately turned his head to look over.

"Woooo...woooo..." Da Mao immediately waved his little hands and started to crawl towards us.

"Don't move!" My brother suddenly shouted, and I jumped in fright. Da Mao also jumped in fright.

My brother rarely yells at people in the house like this. I barely recognize him... he seems like a different person.

However, I soon sensed something was amiss. This skeleton seemed to be nothing more than the entrance to a cave, its interior pitch black like an underworld, leading who knows where.

Because Master Huiqing's sweeping cleared some dust, expanding our field of vision. Otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to see Big Mao sitting here.

Damo was not particularly small for a child, he was two years old. Because of his special living environment, he had dedicated personnel taking care of him, raising him to be plump and well-nourished.

Such a "delicious" delicacy, sitting here unscathed, is truly inconceivable.

"Woooo..." Damo seemed speechless.

Da Mao has been a very active child since he was little. His nickname is "Roomba" because when he could crawl, our first floor was always rubbed clean by him every day.

Now that my older brother yelled at me, I obediently sat there without daring to move. My eyes were welling up with tears and I'm afraid I'll burst into tears soon.

"Bro, be careful, the ground here is loose." I reminded him nervously.

Demons beasts are different from ordinary wild beasts; they have their own thoughts and actions. There are countless branching paths and small caves in this cave, who knows how many.

Wow...

A faint sound came from beside his foot, some soil caved in, as if the topsoil had been shattered and fallen into a deeper pit.

My brother lay down on the ground, feeling it with his hand. He slowly crawled towards Big Hair.

I followed behind, using a small flashlight to increase visibility.

Suddenly, the butterfly that had been following me appeared again, this time landing on my shoulder.

I didn't bother with it, patted the shoulder casually, too lazy to care what this butterfly's purpose was.

My eyes are fixed ahead, afraid that a monster might suddenly jump out.

Soon, my brother arrived by Da Mao's side. He grabbed Da Mao's chubby leg and quickly pulled him onto his back.

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"You little brat, you're just realizing this is important now!" my brother muttered under his breath.

He turned back, and I realized that Big Mao was waving his hands excitedly, crying out. It turned out because he had my brother's copper charm in his mouth.

The bronze talismans of the Mu family, passed down from father to son and grandson.

"As long as Damao is fine, that's all that matters! Otherwise, Yan Qin—" I was overjoyed and eagerly stretched out my hands to receive Damao.

My brother is getting closer to me, and suddenly the ground begins to tremble slightly. The dust swirls like sand in an hourglass, quickly sifting deeper into the hole.

Suddenly, a blinding light pierced through the mountain wall, penetrating the rocks and white bones covered in dust.

The light was too dazzling, and we were instantly blinded.

"Xiaoqiao—"

"Brother, Da Mao!" I reached out to touch them, they were so close!

Where'd it go It just vanished!

"Huīqīng, Huīqīng! What's happening outside Hurry and pull us in—" I fumbled forward blindly, calling out with my eyes squeezed shut.

A sudden cold wind blew from the top of my head.

That coldness, imbued with a somber melancholy and solemnity.

Is this an illusion

At that moment, I seemed to hear Jiang Qiyun's call.

"Xiao Qiao, Mu Xiao Qiao."

"Qiyun Is that you" Or is it still that person playing tricks on me

"Come here, hold out your hand." The voice held an imperious tone.

This is him, really him.

But I hesitated, I was reaching forward, I was so close to catching Da Mao!

Damo and my brother are right in front of me, but I can't see them now!

"Little Qiao——!!" My brother's voice grew increasingly urgent.

"I'm here!" I responded, then turned my head and tried to open my eyes.

In the blinding light, I was as if blinded, unable to see anything, there was only a white expanse.

Just like the extreme of black and the extreme of white.

There is no color.

I can't see anyone or anything, I can only feel it, remembering where my brother and Big Mao were just now.

"Qiyun, is that you My brother and Damo... please help me!" I cried out anxiously.

"Give me your hand." Jiang Qiyun's voice became a little urgent.

"Xiao Qiao, where are you! Pull me up! Quickly bring Big Mao over! He's about to fall!" My brother's voice sounded anxious.

I couldn't tell which way was up, so I crawled forward blindly, grasping at anything within reach.

Suddenly, I grabbed a small, chubby wrist.

Soft and warm.

"Big Mao! Brother! I caught Big Mao!" I was so excited I almost cried. I didn't care about anything else, I pulled Big Mao into my arms with all my might!

With that effort, my body suddenly lurched forward, as if I were toppling off a cliff. My whole world spun!

Creak—

The life rope around my waist suddenly tightened, a sharp tug that sent a jolt of pain through me, like a bolt of lightning.

The white light vanished, and I heard Master Huiqing's anxious voice: "Come back! Mu Xia Qiao! Turn around!"

What's wrong

I'm a bit confused.

I was still holding Da Mao's hand, the feeling so real and warm.

Why... Why am I dangling on the edge of a massive pit One hand is clutching Big Mao, and the other hasn't even reached his back yet.

And under Damo, my brother hung there, with both hands holding Damo's armpits, lifting him up.

"Mu Xia Qiao, turn around." Jiang Q Yun's cold voice came from farther away.

I turned back, and Huqing stood at the entrance of the cave, propping up a giant beast's fang with his staff.

Jiang Qiyun's slender figure, like a reflection on water, hung lightly behind them— to the Kitchen God, one of the five household deities. It is important to avoid placing sharp objects like knives or axes on the stovetop, as well as breaking dishes or swearing in the kitchen. These...