Trust

After finding nothing, Yan Nuo planned to look elsewhere.

When Yan Nuo turned around, he suddenly found a few illegible words on the wall of the house. They were not Korean, Chinese, or English, but Hindi. Those words should have been written on a stone at the last minute. Yan Nuo tilted his head and took a look. After understanding the meaning of the message on the wall, Yan Nuo suddenly ran towards the roof.

He arrived at the entrance of the toilet.

The village toilet was still the old-fashioned wooden house. It was summer now, and the toilet was not only smelly, but there were also maggots. Yan Nuo pushed open the wooden door of the toilet and saw Ji Yinbing. Her body was soaked in the feces pit, and her hands were on the door of the toilet. Her face was pale, and she did not seem to be asleep, but more like… dead.

Yan Nuo trembled as he stretched out a finger and placed it in front of Ji Yinbing's nose.

She was still breathing.