Chapter 140
Yun Jinchu rubbed the little guy who was full of evil ideas, and walked straight forward leading it.
After paying the money and registering, everything went smoothly except for the incident when the guard looked at her and Yunmian's names in surprise when registering them.
The guard said that the precious materials obtained after entering can be tested for value and exchanged at the door, which can be regarded as a more convenient trading channel for those who come to "pan for gold and find bargains".
Yun Jinchu, however, understood more information from this short reminder.
——It seems that the involvement between the royal family and the Doll Maker Association is deeper than I thought.
After successfully entering the garbage dump, Yun Mian took only a few steps when he was shocked by the scene before him and stopped in his tracks.
Everywhere you look, there are broken and dirty corpses of puppets, as well as humans with disheveled hair and dirty faces squatting and searching among the piles of corpses like "perverts".
The limbs of these puppets were piled together haphazardly, forming small hills that were difficult to climb. The blood on those broken limbs had long since turned from red to an unpleasant dark black over the decades, and was mottled on the puppets' bodies. Ragged clothes from wind and sun were hung on the puppets' bodies in a mess, against their worn-out facial features with mottled and peeling skin, and all of their faces were filled with expressions of pain, despair and resentment that were frozen in the last moment before their death.
Everything here looks particularly grim.
Including those humans who were enthusiastically rummaging through the puppets' corpses, using knives to cut open their long-rotten limbs and examine them carefully.
"Our bodies are in there too."
"One of my hands is right under that man's feet."
"My head was in that pit, and it has corroded into a hollow shell."
"There are still many puppet souls wandering around here."
“When these humans were rummaging through our bodies, they probably didn’t know that puppets that had been dead for decades were watching them, right?”
"They are a bunch of maggot-like creatures. They never treated us puppets as equals, and they refused to let us go even after we had been dead for decades."
"I really want to kill them!"
"Kill them! If they disturb the peace of the dead, we will tear out their souls and let them feel the pain we suffered!"
Perhaps revisiting the old place aroused some bad memories in the puppet souls, making their mood extremely bad and highly aggressive.
Yunmian's head was buzzing from the noise, so she had to stop and knock her head with her hand. Then she let go of her mother's hand and walked towards the person that one of the dolls was pointing to.
Yun Jinchu looked at his daughter's back. Although he didn't know what she was going to do, he didn't stop her.
The other puppet souls in Yunmian's heart became excited when they saw this.
The little fellow who usually refuses to take action no matter what you say, and always says he loves his mother and is polite, is he finally willing to take action for them? !
Is it because those humans have gone too far and have finally stepped on this little guy's bottom line?
Or has it finally understood their hatred and is willing to collude with them... go along with them... Bah, has it finally come to realize that it is a puppet and is ready to stand on the same front with them in hating humans?
Amid the puppets' inexplicable flattery and excitement, the little puppet walked up to the civilian who was rummaging through the hill of corpses and stood still.
The little doll moved its hands, and the fragmented souls held their breath nervously.
The little doll grabbed the man's slightly dirty sleeve and pulled it.
The souls were a little confused, but they immediately convinced each other: Mianmian must make this human face his impending death head-on!
The little puppet politely called the other uncle.
Souls: ...something seems a little off?
The little puppet Yunmian was not as dramatic as they thought. When the man turned around, she pointed at the arm of the puppet under his feet and asked him softly, "Uncle, can you come down for a moment? I want to pick up this hand. Thank you."
Souls: ...We have been excited for a long time, and this is the result? ?
Some puppet souls were dissatisfied and angrily scolded Yunmian for being stupid, some accused it of always being stupid and naive, and some sneered that it was a new puppet and would never be able to empathize with the hatred they once had.
Yun Mian's small action was magnified several times by the puppet souls in this garbage dump of abandoned puppets. Condemnation, dissatisfaction, ridicule... appeared in its mind almost at the same time, like sharp needles, constantly irritating its nerves and giving it a splitting headache.
Yun Mian pursed her lips, and after the human silently stepped aside, she endured the discomfort and climbed up the hill little by little using her hands and feet, then picked up the broken puppet arm and held it in her arms.
It was not heavy, but the piled-up corpses of the dolls underneath had been rummaged through by many people, so it was particularly unstable. It was difficult to climb up and it was equally difficult to go down.
Yunmian fell down the hill while holding the broken arm. She was not hurt as her mother caught her steadily halfway.
The little doll found himself safely curled up in his mother's arms and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The frightened mood just now also eased a lot.
After the child came to his senses, the first thing he was concerned about was not himself, but he started to check whether his mother's arm was injured by him.
"Mom, Mianmian is very heavy. Did you get hit? Does it hurt?"
After being asked, it couldn't wait to answer. It first hugged its mother's arm, puffed out its cheeks and exhaled carefully upwards.
"The cotton blows, the pain flies~"
Yun Jinchu's original slight anger was soothed by her daughter's heartwarming gesture, and she felt more softened and comforted.
She looked at the arm of the old-time doll that Yunmian had been holding tightly with her other hand, not letting go even after falling from it, and asked it in a low voice: "Why did Mianmian pick it up?"
Yun Mian ignored the chaotic voice in her head, raised the doll's arm that had long been tattered, and asked softly: "Mom, after humans die, will they be burned into ashes or buried in the ground?"
"……It will be all right."
In fact, a more complete process is to burn it into ashes first, and then bury the ashes in the soil.
But she probably guessed why Yunmian asked this.
Sure enough, the little doll wrinkled its facial features unconsciously after hearing this. After thinking for a while, it said decisively: "We can't burn them! Mom, let's bury the dolls' bodies in the mud, okay?"
In those fragmented memories, the puppets' most feared way of death was being engulfed and burned by fire. They were afraid of fire, the heart-wrenching pain of charred and bursting flesh. Even after becoming souls, they still found it difficult to control their fear of the high temperature of flames.
After it said this, the voices in its mind seemed to be suddenly paused.
Yunmian still didn't care much about it, just like before. After her mother nodded thoughtfully, she stepped over the messy limbs on the ground and dug out a dirty and empty doll skull from a deep pit in the mud.
Then there were the eyes that rolled into the haystack, the lower limbs that were burned to charcoal, a small piece of broken hand bone, and a rib that was smashed...
Yun Mian was like a young scavenger, searching hard in the huge garbage dump of abandoned dolls. Although he had carefully written down every word that everyone said before, to actually find the corresponding body parts among tens of thousands of puppet corpses was actually not much different from looking for a needle in a haystack.
After it rummaged through the garbage dump and made itself dirty and smelly, the sky gradually darkened.
It searched for a whole day.
The dollmaker quietly stayed behind it for the entire day.
Yun Mian did not explain to her mother why she found these things, and Yun Jinchu did not ask her daughter why she collected these rotten bodies.
It’s not that she respects children’s secrets, but she feels that the little ones are very serious and patient when doing these things, and are not afraid of getting dirty or falling.
So, although I don’t know why, this should be a very meaningful and worthwhile thing for my daughter.
No matter how boring or even silly this matter may seem to others.
While she was thinking, the little puppet dragged the last broken puppet body to her.
There were already many dead dolls piled up at her feet, but she couldn't find even one that could be put together completely.
"Anything else?" Yun Jinchu asked Yun Mian.
"Is there anything else?" Yun Mian asked her heart.
The souls who have been silent for a whole day: "..."
There are more, but there are more of them deep in the mountains where the puppet corpses are piled up, and Yun Mian can hardly find them by herself.
So no puppet spoke again.
So Yunmian answered her mother: "No more."
All the bodies you can find are here.
"What does Mianmian want to do?" Yun Jinchu squatted in front of her daughter, carefully wiping her dirty and muddy little hands with a wet tissue. Her clothes and pants, which were also dirty and even torn, could only be changed when she got home.
Yunmian looked down at her mother wiping her palms. The wet touch made her feel a little itchy, so she shrank back and then obediently spread out her hands.
After both hands were clean, the little doll said with bright eyes: "Mom, I want to put them in a beautiful box and bury them, okay?"
After saying that, he seemed to have thought of something and quickly added, "If a nice-looking box is very expensive...then, let's buy something that's not so pretty. We are so poor, we need to save some money so that my mother and I won't starve to death."
When it grows up, it must work hard to earn money to support its mother and itself, and also buy a beautiful little box for everyone.
It never has the self-awareness that it is just a puppet.
After all, a doll will never grow up, unless the heart is cut out and the dollmaker replaces it with a new body.
Lu Ling Lu Yin: Secretly observing for a whole day ing...
Go to bed early, there will be an extra update at nine o'clock tomorrow morning.
Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine:
An ordinary convert relies on 1;
Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution:
:) 20 bottles;
6 bottles of Jiujiu;
1 bottle of Hurricane Jack-O'-Lantern;
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