Xiao Nanhui opened his eyes in the darkness.
She found herself standing on a damp, cold ground, with the walls around her forming a circle, trapping her inside.
It was pitch black all around, and only a tiny bit of the starry sky could be seen above her head, which seemed a million miles away from her.
Where is this? Is this the underworld of Yama? It turns out the underworld is a deep well, so crudely built.
She had never done anything wrong in her life, but she had killed many people. Would the King of Hell throw her into the eighteen levels of hell?
She sighed, turned around, and suddenly realized that she was not the only one in this space.
In the narrow corner, there was a narrow and high stone bed. On the bed lay a person who looked like a child.
In the underworld...why are there still children?
Is it a little ghost? Or the child of the King of Hell?
I'm already dead anyway, so what's there to be afraid of?
Xiao Nanhui blinked, tiptoed forward and took a closer look.
It was a child of about seven or eight years old, wearing a long gown that was too big for him, as if it was an adult's garment.
His face was facing the wall, and he seemed to be fast asleep, but his entire body was very stiff and maintained in the same position. It was no wonder that he was so. The stone bed beneath him was too narrow, and he would fall off if he shifted even a little.
Just as he was thinking about it, the child's body trembled, as if he had a nightmare, and then he lost his balance and fell off the stone bed.
She started, and her eyes instantly met the child's startled face.
It was a childish face that had not yet grown up. Only those narrow eyes showed some signs of life. His gaze seemed to contain a pool of water. The darkness around him made his skin shine even brighter. It was a paleness that came from not seeing the sun for many years.
What a beautiful boy doll.
The boy blinked, and clarity gradually returned to his eyes. He sat on the ground for a moment and then stood up.
"Hello."
The child brushed past her and walked straight into the corner.
Can't you see her?
She didn't give up and followed him closely.
The boy was sitting on a stone slab in the corner, his meditation posture was very standard. In front of him was a scroll of scriptures, which was worn and looked somewhat familiar.
However, something more familiar is yet to come.
The moment Xiao Nanhui saw what was on the child's wrist, he was stunned.
It was a string of beads with slightly irregular shapes, which looked a little too big for the wrist that had not yet grown.
There shouldn't be any other such precious, rare and unique thing in the world.
She looked at the child's eyes and eyebrows carefully again, and her doubts grew deeper and deeper.
Is she... in that man's dream?
The boy lit an oil lamp and began to recite the obscure words in the scripture haltingly, and he recited for most of the day.
She leaned over the scroll and looked carefully at the scribbles-like characters, but couldn't make any sense of them after staring at them for a long time. She went from being confused at first to being curious, and finally fell asleep in the hypnotic sound of the chanting.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but when she opened her eyes, the starry sky above her head had turned into daylight, and the child was no longer in front of the scripture.
The light around her grew brighter, and she discovered that the surrounding walls were actually embedded with a spiral stone staircase. She could faintly hear voices from above, and as she ascended the spiral stone steps, she saw a small figure sitting in front of a hole cut into the stone. The voices had come from outside the hole.
Listening carefully, it was all about national policy and national theory, which was quite boring. But he listened attentively, and occasionally answered the other party's questions.
She moved closer and tried to look outside the cave, but there was a dazzling light outside. She could only vaguely see half of a figure sitting there, and she could not see anything above the neck.
What kind of ghost teacher is this who teaches and answers questions? I can’t even see his face.
She muttered to herself and shrank back, wanting to climb up the stone steps. However, when she reached the end, she found that the small window on the ceiling was still out of reach.
What was this "Tiancheng Right General"? He'd been exiled to the ends of the earth in his lifetime, and now he'd be imprisoned in the underworld. Her hundred taels of gold weren't worth it.
Raising his eyelids, Xiao Nanhui found that someone was pushing a tray full of exquisite food into the cave entrance, including Huadiao drunken shrimps, seasonal fish sashimi, and stuffed four treasures. Each of them was the best of the best, and even the soups and side dishes were exquisitely made and looked good, probably not inferior to those in front of the emperor.
Wow, the food is pretty good.
She stretched out her hand to grab a cheese pastry, but it was empty. She could only squat back there depressed and watch others eat.
The boy ate very slowly, taking only a little of each dish. Finally, he put the chopsticks back to their original position and pushed them back out of the cave along with the tray.
She recalled the legendary imperial family rules: no overeating at meals, no dish could be finished, and no dish could be left untouched. In short, it was a torturous way to eat.
Eating so little all day, without sunlight or even a large space to move around, no one could possibly grow strong and sturdy. Is he really a prince? Could he be some kind of shadow substitute found by the late emperor?
Countless stories from the novels and novels popped up in Xiao Nanhui's mind. Stories like the cat-substitute-for-the-prince, the dragon-stealing-the-phoenix, and the shadow-and-true-body story. He thought about them to his own amusement, and before he knew it, the sky had darkened again.
The boy was back on his stone bed, just as he had been when she first arrived.
The sun rises and sets. The moon waxes and wanes.
The boy repeated the same thing all day long, and she watched him in the corner, bored to the point of counting the bricks on the wall.
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