The old lady was quite clever. Yuanyuan suggested that she pretend to be a scavenger, but she pretended to be a sanitation worker. If there was an ambush, someone would definitely stop them from going forward.
"That's a good idea," the man said, giving the old lady a thumbs up.
"And what about this kid?" The man asked in a low voice, his back to Yuanyuan.
"Throw him in that coffin tomorrow morning. If someone finds him, he's lucky. It's his fate to die in there. We've made such a fortune, so we've done right by him." The old woman's face looked ferocious and terrifying in the candlelight.
Whether Yuanyuan lives or dies, the man doesn't care at all.
"Shall we go get a tricycle now?"
The old lady nodded. "After you're done, hide it well. Call tomorrow morning. We still need to be here. If the boy doesn't speak, they probably won't believe us."
After the two agreed on their plan, the man came over and taped Yuanyuan's lips shut again, and the two quietly went out.
Yuanyuan was slashing hard with the wallpaper knife in her hand, and her little hands were cut in several places, leaving them sticky.
Yuan Yuan had been listening intently to the conversation between those two people. Even though they were speaking in hushed tones, the room was so small and quiet that he couldn't help but listen.
This was her only chance to escape. Yuanyuan frantically slashed at the tape. The tape was covered in blood, which reduced its stickiness, and Yuanyuan quickly peeled it off.
Enduring the pain, I untied my feet as well. They had been bound for so long that I couldn't feel my round ankles anymore.
He climbed to the door and pushed it hard, but the heavy wooden door didn't budge. It was locked from the outside and propped shut with something.
Yuanyuan stood up, holding onto the wooden door, and then tried to open the window. The window was an old-fashioned one, with two glass panes and a wooden window on the outside. The wooden window was locked and blocked from the outside, so it couldn't be opened at all.
Yuanyuan was sweating profusely with anxiety. The room was pitch black, and he had only been able to see the location of the door and window after lighting a candle. Now, he couldn't get out from either of those places.
Yuanyuan reached the spot where the man and the old woman had lit the candles. He had seen the man put the lighter on the ground, and after searching for a while, he found the lighter and lit the candles.
Round and round, inch by inch, it searched for the exit.
The toilet didn't even have windows; apart from the front door and window, there was nowhere else to leave the house.
Yuanyuan pounded on the door, yelling, "Help! Is anyone there? Help!"
After knocking for ages, there wasn't a soul in sight, not even a ghost.
Yuan Yuan was so anxious that he spun around in circles. If he couldn't get out before those two people came back, he was doomed. If they put him in a coffin, how could he possibly survive?
Yuan Yuan stared at the window and door, clenching her fists tightly. She took a few steps back, ran, and her round body crashed into the door with a loud bang, leaving no crack.
Yuanyuan rubbed her aching shoulder and could no longer hold back, sobbing as she sat on the ground.
As he cried, he saw stacks of thin blankets on the shelf (used by the deceased to cover themselves).
Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck him. He burned the doors and windows, then rushed out wrapped in a wet blanket!
Yes, let's do it that way.
Yuanyuan took all the blankets off, threw them into the bathroom, and soaked them all with water.
He took a paper figure, threw it by the door, and lit it with a lighter.
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